Diego reached across the bed and found nothing there. Or, rather, no one. Crystal was gone. He sat up, concerned he’d had another fantasy about sleeping with the bewitching woman, finding himself in her bed. Her cats were snuggled up alongside him nonchalantly, as if he’d always been part of their lives. He stroked each one of them in turn before disturbing them to get up and out of her bed.
Crystal was sitting at her laptop across the room, tapping away gently at the keyboard. She was wearing a kimono robe, which wasn’t completely closed, one side fallen to the side, which exposed her alabaster white shoulder. He smiled, happy to see that they’d finally spent a night together in bliss. He walked over to her desk quietly and tenderly rubbed her shoulders.
She startled at his touch in the first moment, then made a noise that brought him to command. He was doomed, he thought. She was beyond sexy and he wanted her just moments after waking, despite being with her just the night before. She paused from her typing, looking up at him over her shoulder. Her eyes were shinier than normal, betraying that she was in an emotional state that might be delicate.
“Is everything okay, honey?” he asked her, bending over to kiss her forehead.
“No,” she told him. “I’m… trying to do shadow work and it’s not pleasant, Diego.”
“Would you like a hug?” he asked her, holding his arms out to her, inviting her to stand and embrace him. She nodded and nestled in his arms, turning the hug into holding each other. “What’s shadow work?” he asked once she relaxed in his arms.
“Therapy that’s self-driven, essentially,” she told him. “I’m… recalling unpleasantness so I can deal with it. It’s easier now that it’s over, but I’m so disappointed in myself for not being able to do any better than I actually did.” She was pressed against him and ignoring his erection, but his erection wasn’t ignoring her. His cock was twitching, wanting to go home again.
“Do you need anything to take your mind off it?” he asked her gently. “I could make us some coffee,” he offered. He wondered why she had a laptop and a desktop computer as he looked at the tiny device on her tiny desk in her room. Her room was like a miniature den, actually. A small television, a laptop, and about ten DVDs.
“Actually, Diego…” she said as she turned his face toward him, looking him in the eye. “I want to take advantage of the fact that you’re highly aroused for me, but you’re going to have to kiss me better first,” she drawled. He was loving that life was becoming more and more like a terri-bad porno with his wife-to-be. It was like her lines were half-assed and written by a man. He found it incredibly arousing. He wasn’t really a fan of terrible pornography, but when he was living it, it was the hottest thing on the planet to him. His little guy agreed, throbbing in response to her request.
He lowered his mouth to hers, kissing her as tenderly and thoroughly as he could manage. Every time he thought the kiss would break off, she renewed it, keeping their lips together for probably a good minute. By the time they did part, she was making a soft noise. An inviting noise that made him jump for joy inside. He partially crouched, moving his arms to scoop up his woman and take her back to bed.
The cats looked at them lazily as he settled her on the cloud-like mattress — he was going to have to ask her what kind of mattress it was for it was magnificent. Once they resumed kissing, he rubbed his hand over her skin, feeling the seal-like texture again and marveling at it. He quickly found she had not gotten dressed as the kimono fell away and his hand was on her breast again.
She had one arm around him and the other was rubbing over his chest fur again. She must enjoy the texture, he thought, as he joined her in making appreciative sounds, letting out a soft sigh of happiness. He liked that she wanted to be such an active participant. It told him all systems were go.
He bit his lip as he gazed upon her, studying her half-nakedness. He liked the magenta kimono she had, covered in purple butterflies. “You look like art right now,” he told her, appreciating every seductive curve and the way the sunlight filtered in through her curtains. She blushed in response to his comment, her face turning a soft pink color. He kind of liked that her whole face turned pink, he thought. It was impossible to miss it that way.
He kissed her forehead, rubbing his palm over her nipple. She moaned and squirmed at the sudden stimulation, parting her legs as she did so. He smiled appreciatively as he climbed on top of her, first kneeling between her thighs and then lowering himself onto an arm on either side of her. Before he knew it, her mouth was seeking his again and he hips twitched in response, rubbing his erect cock against her pubic mound.
“Diego,” she breathed at him. “I need your cock, baby. Won’t you give it to me?” she drawled, theatrically pouting at him as her legs wrapped around him. “I need it now, honey bunny.”
He smiled broadly at her, noting she herself had moved a hand to help line them up. That was beyond hot, he thought, as he sunk his cock into her nether region, taking it slow in case she wasn’t aroused enough to be soaking wet. She was, though, he noted happily. She moaned and squirmed beneath him, which was not theatrical but it was quite emphatic. She moaned his name as she wrapped her arms around him and squeezed him with her legs.
He could feel the blood rushing to his head. Both of them. She was the best. He was already ready to blow, he thought, as he laid still, his dick buried deep inside of her void. “Sansara,” he whispered to her. She opened her eyes after a few moments and smiled at him warmly.
“I don’t know if I’m ever going to be used to that part, Diego,” she murmured, her legs moving to plant her feet on the bed so she could move underneath him. He watched her in amazement as she rode his throbbing member. She was moaning as she moved, sliding just slightly back and forth as if to tease him or take him to the end of his tether. “It takes a little time to get used to having something inside of me,” she told him, gazing into his eyes with an earnest expression.
She had to be a complete daydream, he thought. There was no way any woman was this enticing, exciting, sexy, and easy-going. He kissed her throat as he forced himself to stay still, letting her have her wicked way with him. Every time he pressed his lips to her skin, she moaned again, and after three of them she was picking up speed with her hips. “More,” she pouted at him when he stopped. “I want more, sexy man.”
That’s when he gave in to his urge. He started to pump his hips rhythmically into her movement, watching her go crazy as he took his time with long, even strokes. Before he knew it, she was arching her back underneath him and her fingernails were biting into his back, letting out a drawn out moan. Boy, was she easy to please, he thought to himself.
She wasn’t really easy to please, he would find out later. He just did all the right things naturally, leashing his impulses to allow his woman to adjust and take what she wanted. Making her ask for more the moment she was ready, instead of leaving it up to him to decide. He lifted himself up on his elbows to take in more of her and found her hands on his chest again. She must really love the feel, he thought again.
To his surprise, her hands wandered south until she brushed over his abdomen. He looked down at her hands just as they left him to part her labia and begin to stroke her own clit. He was going to have a nosebleed any moment, he thought. She was beyond exciting. She was exactly what every man everywhere could want. And she was his, he reminded himself. He really needed that ring, he thought, as he returned his gaze to her face.
His hips were picking up speed unwittingly. He hadn’t meant to go any faster, but she was making his blood boil. She started to make a noise much like panting, her breathing coming faster and faster, and then suddenly they exploded together. Her fingers had been moving furiously over her clit, much faster than his strokes had been. The moment she reached climax from the clitoral stimulation, however, it was over. Her cunt had clamped down on his cock like a vise despite already being a rather tight squeeze. He whimpered as he shot his load deep inside of her, hoping she was indeed on birth control when his senses came back to him.
But before that, he rested with her, a stupefied grin on his face as he looked at the woman of his dreams beneath him, wondering what he did to deserve such a wondrous woman’s attention. She wasn’t argumentative or sour most of the time, she was like a spring breeze. The only thing he didn’t like was how much time they spent apart from each other, really. She isolated herself constantly.
She smiled at him, relaxed and happy underneath his weight. “You’re the best, Diego,” she said without a single trace of irony. It was ironic, though, because she’d done most of the work herself, which made him laugh. She squirmed and moaned beneath him, since they were still joined together. That reminded him to withdraw from her, which led him to lying on his side next to her.
They were both all smiles. He was holding her hand and, on a whim, kissed the back of it lovingly. She gave him that look of adoration he craved to see again and again, melting his resolve. He studied her, happy to see she was no longer shedding tears or threatening to. “I think it worked,” he said, finally.
She nodded at him, startling as her laptop made a noise. It sounded like an instant message of some sort. She otherwise ignored the laptop, failing to even glance at it in favor of staring into his eyes. “I love your eyes, Diego. Try not to lose them, it’d make me so sad.”
He laughed, the sound like a peal of thunder in the otherwise still and quiet room. Her cats did not seem to appreciate it and fucked off to somewhere else at the sudden loud noise. “Bye, kitties,” she said wistfully as they fled. “I think they must have PTSD,” she said to Diego as she turned her attention back to him. “They didn’t used to run away like that.”
“I think you do, too,” he said softly to her. He was almost overwhelmed with the amount of attention they’d been giving each other. Her stare was unblinking and kind of unnerving after a while. Her intensity was incredible and nothing like the shy lady he’d grown accustomed to interacting with. It was like someone flipped a switch in her, actually.
“I know I do,” she admitted, finally looking away. She was studying his chest hairs now, her free hand stroking his fur again. “I like this, too,” she said. He simply nodded. Although he had figured that part out, he was appreciating the fact that she was stating the obvious. She was a very literal creature overall, he’d found out over the past year, and she stated the obvious quite often. It was not a terrible thing, it created the safety needed to acknowledge his feelings.
It meant he never had to be a mind reader. It was part of why everyone thought she was a mind reader, too. By stating the obvious, she avoided a lot of questions as they formed, really. It also validated him. A well-placed, “You seem happy,” tore whatever great thing happening straight out of him into speech, sharing with her even when he didn’t mean to. He decided to try to be more like her a long time ago, since her behavior made him feel safe to be the man.
“I like every inch of you,” he told her. She widened her eyes at him at that. He chuckled, knowing she was taking it literally first. She’d learned to go beyond the literal into the land of metaphors, and she loved metaphors, but her metaphors stretched the imagination. He started kissing her all over the place as if that would prove it.
She giggled. He hadn’t heard that noise in a long time. In fact, she was rarely openly happy. He wondered if he’d only gotten half the girl before now. In fact, that thought was something he was ruminating on as he continued to plant kisses all over her body. Suddenly, she moaned as he kissed the swell of her breast.
He grunted as his body responded immediately. Oh, boy, was she going to be dangerous. They could spend weeks in bed, he bet. Before he knew it, she was pushing him onto his back. His eyebrows tried to climb into his hairline as he found himself thrown, essentially. She made no effort to be kind and she was much stronger than any woman he’d ever dated before.
Before he could think too much, she was straddling his belly and on top of him. He was nodding appreciatively as he stared at her, wide-eyed. She took his hands and put them on her thighs, inviting him to touch her again. He had no idea what to do besides comply as he laid there beneath his sex goddess. “Are you real?” he asked her, whimpering a little as she proceeded to masturbate on top of him, longing to be inside her again.
“I’m exactly as real as you are,” she replied. “Which is probably real, but I’m not exactly sure.” She was maddening, like the Cheshire cat. His hands were rubbing over her thighs lovingly and he gulped.
Well, now was a good time to try stating the obvious. “I really want my cock in you,” he told her, his tone slightly gruff. He was not used to asking for what he wanted. Men were taught to take it and beg forgiveness later if they made a mistake.
“Oh you do?” she asked him teasingly, leaning over him and rubbing her clit against him. “Do you think you deserve it, Diego?” she breathed at him. She was a minx, alright. He moaned, squirming and reaching behind to line it up and slide in. His arm could not bend to the appropriate angle to achieve this, unfortunately. Since he was thwarted, he decided to rub himself against her.
She moaned long and loud as the friction between their bodies titillated her erogenous zones. He was wondering if she was going to make him beg just as she slid herself onto his erect penis. She was trembling as she did that, so he moved his hands to her shoulders, supporting her as he rubbed them, thinking tired muscles were the source of the quaking.
Was she coming again? Already?! He watched her in awe as she went crazy on top of him, squirming and bucking against him. He found himself moaning as she rode his cock, her eyes half-closed as she made so much noise. There was no doubting she was enjoying their union, that much was for certain. He smiled, grinning ear to ear.
He decided to fuck with her, thrusting his hips randomly as she backed into him. He did his best not to collide with too much force, instead moving himself like a wave beneath her and rolling into her. She moaned, tossing her head back as her body arched in pleasure. This time, he did not come with her, but he noticed she slowed down, panting softly.
She dismounted swiftly, moving herself onto all fours. He was sad at her departure momentarily, then surprised and somewhat taken aback from the sudden change. He stayed put, looking at her, softening a bit in his confusion over what was happening.
He noticed there was a mirror on the wall in front of her and she was watching him from it. He sat up and put his hands on her hips, pulling gently toward him. She moved as directed with minimal pressure, so he guided her right back to his cock. He was delighted over the ability to compromise non-verbally, making a noise full of appreciation as he felt her tightness around him once more.
After the dream he’d had where she’d called him the wrong name, he wasn’t keen on the position she had suggested. He slid his arms around her midsection to help keep her upright. He locked gazes with her in the mirror. She was blushing a little bit, he saw. He kissed the side of her neck, his eyes never leaving hers. Her eyes sparkled just then, as if she might cry.
This is how she was raped, he decided. She’d get carried away and then her partner would do the same. He held her, keeping her warm, his hands cupping her breasts. “I love you, Crystal,” he spoke into her ear as he reminded her of his feelings. “I love being with you. We don’t have to continue if you’re finished,” he said softly.
She was touching his cheek with one hand, staring into his eyes through the mirror. “Who said I’m done, Diego?” she asked him. “I was intending to do the work just the same, regardless of position. I just need to engage different muscles… Especially since we apparently are not going to keep our hands off each other for very long at all.”
He moaned softly and kissed her neck again, his raging hard on back in action. She whimpered suddenly, moving her left hand from his cheek to cover his and using the right to rub her clitoris once again. Her fingers were much more languid this time, he noted appreciatively. He wanted this one to be more of a slow build. He was disappointed with the last one because it was too quick.
His palms grazed over her skin, rubbing along her sides down to her thighs and back to her tits again. She moaned in response, her hips starting to roll slowly. This was exactly what he was looking for, he thought, breathing words of love into her ear. She shivered every time his breath hit her ear, he noticed, and the more he spoke, the more she whimpered.
She raised her arms to put them around his neck, arching her back slightly in the process. Her tatas started to bounce in response to her hip action and the new pose, drawing his eyes to her bosom as they made love. It wasn’t a pronounced bounce, but it enticed him all the same. He wanted to put his mouth on them again.
“Sansara, baby, will you turn around for me, please?” he asked her softly. She bit her lip and nodded, then picked herself up to turn toward him again. She had held his gaze in the mirror constantly for the past few minutes, but something was different when she was facing him again. Her eyes wouldn’t meet his.
“We should stop,” he told her, putting his arms around her and holding her close to his chest. “I can wait until you’re fully present,” he promised her. He kissed her forehead again and waited for a reply.
“I’m feeling shy all of a sudden,” she blurted out, turning her head as some tears rolled down her cheeks. “I’m sorry.” She pulled away from him and pulled her kimono closed. She had taken it as a rejection, all the compromises without words, sadly. She walked out of her bedroom, leaving him there, bewildered.
She was gone for a while, he noted. He thought he heard her go downstairs after a while. Remembering she’d invited him to snoop on her, he decided to walk over to her laptop and take a look at what she’d been doing when he woke up looking for the minx.
Angel-Sansara 