Marashino, Chapter One
Well, Didn't I tell you that Cherry would have a sequel? And here it is in all it's lovely unedited lory. Now I know it's different than Cherry but thre's at least six years between the end of Cherry and the start of this. A lot can happen in six years. People change and grow up and you can't expect things to stay the same. Let me know what you think.
The usual applies, adult situations occur, emotions run riot and Dominick is a sexy bitch.
Maraschino
Chapter One
The warm rasp of stubble against her stomach made Autumn Richards arch her back as she ran her hand through her hair. Her open bedroom window let a dry breeze bustle through and the air brushed across her sweaty skin, cooling her marginally. Grant Webber moved up her body and kissed the base of her neck. Their legs were tangled up among her pink cotton sheets and the slick muscles of Grant’s stomach slid against her own. Autumn was panting heavily as he rubbed himself against her.
Autumn could feel his erection, hot and heavy against her stomach as Grant kissed the corner of her mouth while she ran her fingers through his thick, brown hair. Grant ran one up her side as he sucked on her neck, his teeth scraping against the sensitive skin there. Grant pulled away and rolled over onto his back, tapping on Autumn’s hip. Autumn sighed as she swung herself over to straddle his hips. She leant down and pressed her tongue against his collarbone.
She ran her fingers along his stomach, her fingers toying with the sensitive hair that grew beneath his belly button. Grant’s hands came up her side and cupped her breasts through the purple lace of her bra. Grant leant up a little, pulling her down to him as he buried his face against her cleavage. Another summer breeze came in through the window and Autumn lifted her hair off of her neck as the air brushed against the sweat drenched skin of her neck. His blunt fingernails scraped against her lower back as he moved his hands lower to run along the lacy material covering her backside.
Autumn pressed her hands against his shoulders and pushed him down. Grant grinned up at her, running his tongue along her lip. The assistant manager of a local fast food restaurant, Grant had moved heaven and earth to get the night off for their anniversary. Autumn reached behind herself and unclasped her bra and slipped the straps down her shoulders. The purple garment was tossed over her shoulder as she winked down at him.
“Fuck babe, you look gorgeous tonight.” Autumn looked down at the lacy briefs she wore and smiled.
“Happy anniversary baby.” She leant down to kiss him, her breasts skimming across the firm muscles of his chest. Autumn ground her hips against his as she reached to her bedside table. The bottle of lubricant in her hands was a mainstay on her side of the bed and took up a place of residence beside her mobile phone that she always turned off during sex.
Autumn squirted lube onto her palm before closing the lid carefully and putting it back on the bedside table. She rubbed her hands together, distributing the warm lube between her fingers as she moved onto her knees. Grant pushed his boxer briefs down and used his toes to remove them entirely. Autumn reached down and wrapped her fingers, coated with lube, around his penis.
Grant hissed at her, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as Autumn’s slippery fingers caressed him. Autumn smiled as she tossed her head back and glanced at the clock on Grant’s side of the bed. From her position, Grant’s side was the left side. He rarely spent time at his own share house with his three messy roommates and while he wasn’t officially living with her he had his own side of the bed and his own side of the fridge and couch.
“I love you.” Grant’s confession is pulled from chapped lips while Autumn cupped his ball sac in her left hand.
“I love you too.” Autumn slid her underwear down her legs as she used her left hand to brace herself against the firm muscles of his stomach. Grant ran his fingers through his hair as he moved on the bed.
Autumn squeezed her thighs together as she moved, checking for the familiar stickiness between her legs. Autumn grimaced and angled her hips to guide Grant’s erection into her. The feeling never failed to surprise her and Autumn tried to keep as still as possible as she adjusted to the feeling of being completely filled. Her belly tightened with a familiar kind of tension as she began to move her hips.
Autumn tilted her head to watch as she moved herself upwards, Grant’s hands resting lightly on her hips. The slick sound of wet flesh gliding along wet flesh made echoed through her tiny hot bedroom and Autumn tossed her head back, her brown hair flying over her shoulders before coming to rest again on her sweaty back.
Autumn adjusted her hips and began a slow steady rhythm with her hips as she rocked against him. She lifted her hair up from her neck with hand and used her other hand to brace herself against his chest. Grant held a hand over the one on his chest as he watched her through half-open eyes. His chest heaved beneath her hand and Autumn moaned as she felt the tension building in her belly.
“Fuck babe, we should do this more often.”
“If you worked less we might.”
“I don’t work that often.” Grant frowned up at her as Autumn slowed her pace slightly.
“But you’re always too tired from work.” Autumn lifted herself up until just the head of his penis was inside her. She clenched her vaginal walls and Grant hissed as Autumn moved one hand to cup her left breast.
“Sorry babe.” He murmured as his eyes fixed on her fingers as she rolled her nipple between the tips of her index finger and thumb.
“I know.” Autumn took a deep breath as she moved herself down again, her belly clenching on itself as she felt the familiar tension build in her stomach.
Autumn settled herself back into a steady rhythm of rolling hips. Her fingers threaded through her long, tangled hair as she closed her eyes and imagined warm, olive fingers and whispered snippets of poetry. She took a deep breath as her belly tightened uncomfortably, every muscle in her body tensing as she rode Grant harder.
“Oh baby.” Grant moaned as he came with a hiss and a grunt. Autumn paused as she felt the warm rush of liquid between her legs. Autumn sighed as her stomach clenched painfully.
“Happy anniversary.” Grant whispered as he tugged her down on top of his chest. Autumn rolled over and rested on the cool cotton of the unused part of the bed. Grant reached down and removed the condom, his wrist flicking slightly. He picked up the empty packet of condoms by her bed and shoved the used one inside.
“Yeah, happy anniversary.”
The usual applies, adult situations occur, emotions run riot and Dominick is a sexy bitch.
Maraschino
Chapter One
The warm rasp of stubble against her stomach made Autumn Richards arch her back as she ran her hand through her hair. Her open bedroom window let a dry breeze bustle through and the air brushed across her sweaty skin, cooling her marginally. Grant Webber moved up her body and kissed the base of her neck. Their legs were tangled up among her pink cotton sheets and the slick muscles of Grant’s stomach slid against her own. Autumn was panting heavily as he rubbed himself against her.
Autumn could feel his erection, hot and heavy against her stomach as Grant kissed the corner of her mouth while she ran her fingers through his thick, brown hair. Grant ran one up her side as he sucked on her neck, his teeth scraping against the sensitive skin there. Grant pulled away and rolled over onto his back, tapping on Autumn’s hip. Autumn sighed as she swung herself over to straddle his hips. She leant down and pressed her tongue against his collarbone.
She ran her fingers along his stomach, her fingers toying with the sensitive hair that grew beneath his belly button. Grant’s hands came up her side and cupped her breasts through the purple lace of her bra. Grant leant up a little, pulling her down to him as he buried his face against her cleavage. Another summer breeze came in through the window and Autumn lifted her hair off of her neck as the air brushed against the sweat drenched skin of her neck. His blunt fingernails scraped against her lower back as he moved his hands lower to run along the lacy material covering her backside.
Autumn pressed her hands against his shoulders and pushed him down. Grant grinned up at her, running his tongue along her lip. The assistant manager of a local fast food restaurant, Grant had moved heaven and earth to get the night off for their anniversary. Autumn reached behind herself and unclasped her bra and slipped the straps down her shoulders. The purple garment was tossed over her shoulder as she winked down at him.
“Fuck babe, you look gorgeous tonight.” Autumn looked down at the lacy briefs she wore and smiled.
“Happy anniversary baby.” She leant down to kiss him, her breasts skimming across the firm muscles of his chest. Autumn ground her hips against his as she reached to her bedside table. The bottle of lubricant in her hands was a mainstay on her side of the bed and took up a place of residence beside her mobile phone that she always turned off during sex.
Autumn squirted lube onto her palm before closing the lid carefully and putting it back on the bedside table. She rubbed her hands together, distributing the warm lube between her fingers as she moved onto her knees. Grant pushed his boxer briefs down and used his toes to remove them entirely. Autumn reached down and wrapped her fingers, coated with lube, around his penis.
Grant hissed at her, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as Autumn’s slippery fingers caressed him. Autumn smiled as she tossed her head back and glanced at the clock on Grant’s side of the bed. From her position, Grant’s side was the left side. He rarely spent time at his own share house with his three messy roommates and while he wasn’t officially living with her he had his own side of the bed and his own side of the fridge and couch.
“I love you.” Grant’s confession is pulled from chapped lips while Autumn cupped his ball sac in her left hand.
“I love you too.” Autumn slid her underwear down her legs as she used her left hand to brace herself against the firm muscles of his stomach. Grant ran his fingers through his hair as he moved on the bed.
Autumn squeezed her thighs together as she moved, checking for the familiar stickiness between her legs. Autumn grimaced and angled her hips to guide Grant’s erection into her. The feeling never failed to surprise her and Autumn tried to keep as still as possible as she adjusted to the feeling of being completely filled. Her belly tightened with a familiar kind of tension as she began to move her hips.
Autumn tilted her head to watch as she moved herself upwards, Grant’s hands resting lightly on her hips. The slick sound of wet flesh gliding along wet flesh made echoed through her tiny hot bedroom and Autumn tossed her head back, her brown hair flying over her shoulders before coming to rest again on her sweaty back.
Autumn adjusted her hips and began a slow steady rhythm with her hips as she rocked against him. She lifted her hair up from her neck with hand and used her other hand to brace herself against his chest. Grant held a hand over the one on his chest as he watched her through half-open eyes. His chest heaved beneath her hand and Autumn moaned as she felt the tension building in her belly.
“Fuck babe, we should do this more often.”
“If you worked less we might.”
“I don’t work that often.” Grant frowned up at her as Autumn slowed her pace slightly.
“But you’re always too tired from work.” Autumn lifted herself up until just the head of his penis was inside her. She clenched her vaginal walls and Grant hissed as Autumn moved one hand to cup her left breast.
“Sorry babe.” He murmured as his eyes fixed on her fingers as she rolled her nipple between the tips of her index finger and thumb.
“I know.” Autumn took a deep breath as she moved herself down again, her belly clenching on itself as she felt the familiar tension build in her stomach.
Autumn settled herself back into a steady rhythm of rolling hips. Her fingers threaded through her long, tangled hair as she closed her eyes and imagined warm, olive fingers and whispered snippets of poetry. She took a deep breath as her belly tightened uncomfortably, every muscle in her body tensing as she rode Grant harder.
“Oh baby.” Grant moaned as he came with a hiss and a grunt. Autumn paused as she felt the warm rush of liquid between her legs. Autumn sighed as her stomach clenched painfully.
“Happy anniversary.” Grant whispered as he tugged her down on top of his chest. Autumn rolled over and rested on the cool cotton of the unused part of the bed. Grant reached down and removed the condom, his wrist flicking slightly. He picked up the empty packet of condoms by her bed and shoved the used one inside.
“Yeah, happy anniversary.”