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The Car Ride, Part 2

Cherry was silent for most of the drive to her house. She turned the music up, hoping to drown out her own thoughts, but it didn't work. She could not get what happened in that hotel room out of her mind. Every touch of his tongue and beard to her most intimate part whirled in her brain as she tried to concentrate on the road. "Goddamn it! That man knows how to use his mouth! I can still feel his tongue inside me! Oh god, that beard rubbing on my…shit! I can only imagine what his cock feels like inside me! Fuck, Cherry, pay attention to the road!", she thought as she tried to clear her mind. She shouldn't want this to happen so damn bad. But she did.

Drew sat back and shut his eyes for the twenty minute drive. The entire time, he took deep breaths in through his nose. The smell of Cherry was still on his beard, and he could not get enough of it! "Fuck! I loved making her cum! That taste…it was like honey. I have to have it again on my lips. Oh god, I need to feel hers wrapped around my cock. I can't wait to fuck her! To make love ta her! It's been a very long time since I called it that. But that's what it would be. She's the one for me, I have no doubt. I just need her to see that. Fuck the operation! I need her and she needs me! She makes me happy…and that's all I've ever wanted. I don't believe in saying the words "I love you", but she could change my mind.", he thought to himself as he relaxed on the drive. The experience with his failed marriage soured him on ever telling anyone that he loved them. But that didn't mean that wasn't what he was feeling.

The tension once again in the car was palpable. The sublime experience they shared in that hotel room bed did little to quell how strongly they felt for each other. There was so much they wanted to say to each other but were afraid to speak. Drew initially had no intention of doing what he did…at least, in the hotel's bed. He had wanted to make love to her in her own bed, making it a very special moment.

But his emotions got the better of him. He was consumed by his need to be with her in any way possible. He wished she wouldn't hold his impulsiveness against him. He hoped that it was as pleasurable and happy of a moment for her as it was for him. He did not regret a single second of it and couldn't wait to claim her completely. He only hated that he had waited two years to make it happen. They had already lost so much time. He would not waste another second.

Cherry's nerve endings felt like they were on fire. She had never felt more alive and complete than she did at that moment. Well, except for the fifteen minutes that Drew had his beautiful face buried between her thighs. She wanted to tell him "Thank you", but she didn't want to come across as corny. It had been one of the most euphoric, amazing experiences of her life. She glanced over at him and saw his eyes closed. She was hoping he was thinking about her. She longed to tell him, "I love you, Drew", but it was way too soon for that.

It was then, for the second time that night, when his hand reached over to hers as they rested on the gear shift. He intertwined his fingers with hers and squeezed her hand. It was his way of saying, "I feel the same way, my love." This little gesture of stunning intimacy made her want to cry. He held her hand the rest of the way. Her fingers were so soft to the touch, he ached for them to touch him everywhere. She yearned to touch him all over his massive, muscular body.

She pulled into her driveway and softly said, "We're here." He opened his eyes and smiled when he saw her looking at him. His smile was going to her undoing one day; everything about her would be his. As they got out of the car, neither really knew what the rest of the night had in store for them. But if what happened in that hotel room was even a slight indication, they were both more than ready to find out.

The Shower

She opened the front door and invited him in. He immediately felt the tranquil and peaceful nature of her abode. The scent of jasmine hung in the air and she had music over a PA system. He took everything in and immediately felt at home in her place. He felt like he was meant to be here with her in his arms. He said, "I really like it here. This place is great! You were right. I need the calm I'm finding here instead of being at the hotel." She shrugged, "When you've lived a life surrounded by mental chaos for such a long time, you try to surround yourself with peace when you get out of that bullshit."

The phrase "mental chaos" struck him when he saw her face fall distant and sad as she said this. He could tell that she had lived through something terrible in her life. He understood that all too well. He had been through a nasty divorce from a treacherous witch who tried to destroy his life and career as his mom was dying. He was away from home while she bravely battled cancer, only to return and watch her take her last breath. He lost his dream job, forcing him to rebuild himself.

He wondered what happened to her that caused her so much anguish. He suddenly felt very protective over her and wanted to murder anyone who would dare hurt her. She was such a positive, bright light in his life. He couldn't stand the idea of anything or anyone dimming that brilliance. Hopefully one day, she will trust him enough to tell him about her life prior to their meeting two years prior. So much about her was still a mystery to him. He looked forward to discovering everything about her sweet, sassy, sexy self.

She led him into the downstairs bathroom. It contained a huge standup shower with a large rain shower head and windowed walls. She was trying to take her mind off of how hard he made her cum earlier, trying to keep things casual as she showed him around, "Ok, let's get you in that shower. I know you're exhausted. You have your shampoo and body wash. Towels and washcloths are in this closet. Do you need anything else?"

He coyly said, "Uh. I may need some help with my shirt. His initial attack got me in the shoulder pretty good." He had no problem picking up earlier. She knew what he was doing but decided to humor him. He had been through a lot that night and she did spot bruising on his shoulder. She looked him up and down, smiling. She said, "OK come here. Lift your arms." He winced, but complied with her demand. She sighed as she pulled his shirt up and over his chest. The site of his nude, muscular, hair sprinkled chest being this close to her was almost too much for her.

He asked, "Ya OK, Cherry?" She looked at the floor, "Um… Yeah, Drew. I'm fine." She looked at the floor. He asked again with a dimpled grin, cupping her chin and lifting her head, "Why are ya blushing?" She mumbled, "I'm not blushing." Cherry could only look at him, with that usual gorgeous smirk, his dimples and those beautiful blue eyes. Before she could even think, her hands were on his chest. She had been dying to put her hands there for two years. It did not disappoint. It was warm and inviting. She wanted nothing more than to set her mouth to it and run her finger over the hair.

That was when Drew kissed her as he backed her against the shower door. Oh god, his mouth just knew how work wonders everywhere! The taste of her was still faintly on his tongue as it started that familiar dance with hers. Their connection was growing deeper by the second every time they shared a kiss. They had both been broken by loves and dreams that were not true, but they were starting to fill up each other's hearts to make each other whole again.

She tried to come back to her senses for the moment. She broke from the kiss, "Drew, wait. I shouldn't...we shouldn't..." He hissed as his mouth hovered over hers, "I know. But I want to so bad.", he said, reaching over to open the door and turn the shower on, allowing the water to warm up. Now he ran his hand down his lower chest to his waist and started to take his jeans off. His voice barely a whisper, achingly said, "Guess I'd better shower." She gulped and sighed, "Yeah. I'll be making that coffee I promised you."

Cherry went into the kitchen to let Drew take his shower. She sat on the barstool at her kitchen island and rubbed her face in her hands. Instead of making the coffee, she sat and thought about everything that had gone down (no pun intended) over the last two evenings. She had a choice to make. She could do what was logical, honor her own oath to never get involved and let things end with just the sweet memories they shared up until this moment.

OR, she could choose her own happiness and be with the man she had fallen hard and hopelessly in love with. As she looked down the hall towards the bathroom and saw the steam coming from the shower, she made up her mind. It was already made up all along. Her fate was sealed the moment she met him in that first Angels meeting two years prior.

A few moments later, she walked into the bathroom and slowly started undressing herself as she watched Drew shower. She inhaled the masculine smell around her. The aroma of his shower products and his natural manly musk filled her nostrils. She licked her lips as watched the water pour on his beautiful body. This man was a true work of art everywhere.

His arms looked ready to hold her close and tight to that hairy chest she had been craving. His muscular back was turned to her so she would have to wait to see the part of him she was anticipating most, but his well sculpted ass was tight and it made her want to give it a slap and run her fingernails down his back. His thighs were just as thick in the back as they were up front. We wondered how the hairs on his legs would feel against her skin as she rode him. He said he wanted her and he would have her. She smirked as she thought, "Well, Baby, you're about to get your wish.", as she slowly opened the shower door.

Drew sighed as the warm water washed over and relaxed him. He put his hands on the back tiles and leaned forward slightly as he shut his eyes. His mind was clear and focused for the first time in a long while. He knew he wanted and needed one thing: Cherry. She was first thing he thought of every morning and the last thing on his mind every night. Even in sleep he couldn't escape her as he dreamed about her every night. What happened earlier tonight was inevitable, and it meant more to him than she will ever know. But he wanted more from her. He needed more of her.

That was when he felt a pair of small, feminine hands running down his back and around his waist. He opened his eyes and saw the cherry red nails trail slowly down his chest and torso and felt soft lips kissing his back, shoulders and arms. He sighed as he immediately got hard as a rock from her touch. He quickly turned to her and pulled her close to his wet, hot body.

He watched the water run over her from head to toe. He could barely breathe as he drank in the site of her nude body. It was more enticing and beautiful than he had imagined. Her breasts were full and her nipples were puckered and begged for his mouth. The feminine shape of her hips had him thinking of when he would get to grab a hold of them as he fucked her from behind. The mound that contained the treasure he had plundered with his mouth earlier tempted him even more as she stood before him wet and nude. He was breathless and weak with want as she reached up and delicately pushed a wet lock of hair from his face.

He took her face in his hands, "Cherry. My love." She kissed his chest as he groaned at the feel of her lips on him again. She dragged her tongue over to lick his erect nipple as her nails gently rubbed down the hair from his chest to his abdomen. She looked up and saw the stormy desire in his eyes. It matched hers perfectly. She managed to breathe out, "Drew. I can't… I can't stay away from you. And I don't want to. I'm not fighting this anymore. I want you, Drew."

Drew smiled as they kissed again. As their lips and tongues locked together, their hands started to explore each place they wanted to discover and conquer. His lips feathered down her jawbone and seared like fire down her neck. She loudly gasped as his hands gathered her breasts in her hands as his dipped to take her right nipple in his mouth and suckled hard and wildly licked it. She arched her back as he paid the same loving attention to the other one, his hands reaching around grasping her perfect round ass, kneading it in his greedy hands.

Her hands continued to trace up and down his hairy chest and torso. Looking down, she was mesmerized by his cock. My god, was he huge! She always noticed in his pants and trunks that he looked large. But she never imagined how long and thick he really was! The biggest she would ever have by far! She wasn't quite sure how he would fit all of himself inside her, but she was damn sure looking forward to finding out! She gingerly touched her fingertip to his large, engorged head. He jumped a little at the feeling of her touch. But his eyes closed and he groaned loudly as her touch became bolder, brushing her thumb over the tip, then wrapping her delicate fingers around his length.

His legs felt weak with pleasure as she backed him slowly against the shower wall, kissing his chest again as she started stroking his cock gently. Her lips and tongue trailed lower down his abdomen. She licked and kissed her way down the trail of hair leading to her final destination. Bending down onto her knees, she looked up at him with a devil look in her eyes as she licked and bit her bottom lip. He took in a sharp breath as her tongue flicked his tip, licking the drop of precum that had formed from her loving work. She wrapped her lips around and started sucking on his large head as she continued to stroke him, causing Drew to thrust his hands in her wet hair.

She stopped for a moment and looked up at him with a smile and said, "Just so you know. That first time we met at HQ. I was fantasizing about blowing you under the table." With this, she took his entire long, thick length in her warm mouth. He moaned, "Oh fuck! Suck that cock, Baby!", as he felt his head hit the back of her throat in a massaging motion as her tongue assisted her lips in an intense sucking motion. Her head started bobbing faster as sucked him off lovingly.

He growled as she took him in over and over. She was relentless in her pursuit of making him orgasm. He hummed loud as she felt his entire body tense up. She was close to repaying his kindness from earlier. He said in haste, "Oh shit! Baby, I gonna cum! Oh god! Your mouth…fuck!" With a guttural, loud groan that echoed around the shower, he found his release as his seed shot out in her mouth like a cannon blast. The pleasure had been so intense, it was almost painful as he emptied into her. She swallowed his entire white-hot load, loving the feel of it streaming down her throat. She smiled up at him as she licked the last little drop of cum off his head.

She immediately started pumping her hand fast on his shaft. She said with a seductive pout, "Now, that's not all Big Daddy has for me, is it?" His knees buckled as he pulled himself from her lips and knelt down. Again, he was rock hard and even hornier than before as he took her mouth in a ravenous kiss. He gently tugged the back of her hair and said in a thick, low voice, "Not even close to being finished with ya. I told ya I wanted ta fuck ya all night. And I'm a man of my word, love."

He showed her no mercy as he laid her on her back under the shower head, still streaming down with warm water. He nibbled on her earlobe as he covered her body with his, running his hands down to allow his large fingers to part her folds, his thumb finding that pearl in her treasure that his mouth had pleasured earlier.

She was already soaking wet, but not from the shower. He felt her honied slickness and realized she had given herself an orgasm while giving him a blowjob. This woman was everything he had ever wanted and he was about to make his completely his. His voice was low and gravelly and his accent thicker as he found the words to say to her, "Well, Sunshine! That was the best goddamn gammy I've ever had. Now it's time for me to show ya my appreciation. Spread those legs nice and wide, love. Welcome Big Daddy home where he belongs."

His finger entered her, triggering her gasp for air and her thighs to automatically widen. He positioned himself at her entrance and placed his head at her open Heaven. He leaned down to take her in a sweet kiss first as her hips bucked against his length. He laughed, "It feels like yer ready for me, my love. Tell me first, do you want this as much as I do? There's no going back after we do this. One I have ya, yer mine forever." She put her hand on his beautiful face, "Drew, I don't want to go back. I've been yours since the day we met. I want you inside me. I want you to make love to me. Please fuck me…and don't bother being gentle, Baby!"

He hissed with desire as he slid hard inside her with a pounding thrust. She screamed as his large cock stretched and filled her pussy up to the point of painful ecstasy. He paused with a worried and struck look, "Oh god! Baby, did I hurt you? I never…" She didn't let him finish as she wrapped her arms around his neck and bucked her hips against him. She nibbled on his neck and breathed against his skin, "Welcome home, Daddy." He rolled his hips, slow and up, to gage how she felt and she softened as she sighed loud in his ear. She begged him, "Please don't stop, Drew! I need you!"

This was exactly what he wanted to hear as he started rocking into her again and again. He growled, "Oh fuck! Yer so damn tight, love. You feel better than I knew you would. Goddamn it, that pussy is all mine!" He had waited two whole years to feel her pussy wrapped around him, he was going to take his time and make it beautiful for her. She deserved that.

His breath was choppy and her body was shivering with pleasure as the pouring water from the rain shower head enhanced the sensations all over their bodies. He started to pick up the pace, slamming into her, their bodies slapping together. The echoes of this and their sighs filled up the shower stall as he could feel her walls constrict around him. Her nails were digging in, clawing and scratching his back and arms as her cries of his name grew louder.

He adjusted himself up on his knees and moved her knees up slightly, making the position to where he would rub up against her clit on the outside, and his tip would brush against her core on the inside. She screamed again and said, "Oh god! Drew, I'm there! I'm ready to cum! Oh fuck, please don't stop fucking me, Baby!" He moaned and gripped her hips, "Baby, you feel so fucking good! Cum for me, my love! Cum all over me! Fuck!"

He felt her tighten harder around him, mumbling incoherent words, even though he swore her heard her say "I love you, Drew". He continued pumping into her as she cried out, this time he felt her honey flow all over him and her whole body shake in orgasm as she came harder than she ever had before. He looked down at her and said, "Cherry, I.. Oh goddamn it!" He had to catch himself from saying "I love you" as his seed was released into her womb in a tidal wave. His body stiffened as his last thrust made him feel elated and overwhelmed. He had never made love that intense and insanely beautiful before. He looked down at his lover and knew she was the one he had searched for his entire life. She was now forever his, and he couldn't be happier.

He reluctantly withdrew from her. She already missed his girth within her as soon as he pulled all the way out. He sat on the floor of the shower where she still laid, spent and flushed from the warm water and his lovemaking skills. He smiled as he pulled her hips and bottom towards him. He picked her up like she weighed nothing and sat her straddling his lap.

Cherry wrapped her legs around his waist and laid her head on his chest. Drew planted a kiss by her temple and hugged her close to his body. She felt so safe in his arms, even though she was the one charged with keeping him out of harm's way.

She picked her head up and smiled. He grinned back at her. There was so much they wanted and needed to say to each other. She wanted to tell her that she loved him with all her heart and soul. He wanted to tell her that he knew he already wanted to marry her. But they looked at each other in silence. There would be time for words later. In that moment, they kissed the most perfect, beautiful lovers' kiss and held each other close while the once warm water started to cool on their skin. They didn't care. This moment was theirs. And no force, whether it was cold water, the Angels operation, or the evil force that was stalking Drew after a ten year absence from his life, would steal this from them.

Oh, and Drew did get his cup of coffee after they had picked themselves up from the shower floor and dried off. Then he carried Cherry upstairs and attempted to make up for the two years they had missed in one night as they made love all night long. After all, Drew Galloway was a man of his word…