2 comments/ 14933 views/ 5 favorites Asher, Lilith and the Tigress Ch. 01 By: ReefBeach This is not just a sex story. It's a love story, with discoveries, first times and lots of sex. It more or less wrote itself, so both characters get their say; I hope it works. I didn't want any gross exaggerations of giant breasts and genitals, movie star looks, etc. but I did want it interesting - and fun. Of course any constructive comments and compliments are welcome. I hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing! I've always felt I could write, and Literotica has given me the push to put it out there, so thanks for that, and thanks for reading. This is part of a four-part series. It should stand by itself, but will make more sense if read in the series. "I've had it, Lilith." Asher pushed himself back. The computer chair rolled easily from his desk. In front of him, on one screen a gust of wind transformed itself into a sleek car, over and over again. The other screen was a jumble of YouTube clips, half-read emails, Google and the control panels for his animation software. "It's a beautiful evening. I've actually made some progress, for once. The client actually likes the storyboard. I'm quitting while I'm ahead." Lilith looked up from her desk, and took in the rough brick walls and polished floorboards of their studio office. The Mondrian poster. The clean lines of the modern furniture. The odd shaped windows letting in the colours of the evening sky. She still couldn't believe it. Two months ago, nothing. Nothing, but a need to leave the country town she had grown up in, and two phone numbers from the big city. One call led to another, and somehow, here she was, temping for an animation agency. Well, "agency" was a bit strong. The agency was just Asher. Brilliant, witty, creative, and hopelessly disorganised Asher. His main work was animations for TV advertising. Mops that did the work for you, signs that were happy to see you coming into the shop, delivery vans racing with your parcel. He had just won a big contract with a car manufacturer, and now it was critical he get properly organised. Lilith had arrived at just the right moment. A range of casual jobs had given her the skills and initiative to rescue Asher's office system. She set up a calendar that reminded him to be ready for meetings, instead of remembering them half an hour after they had started. Emails got replies. And on the phone, her cheerful, self-deprecating style won over many an angry caller. Asher was more than grateful. And there was something about Lilith. She walked so lightly. She moved easily, and had a way of putting her head to one side as she smiled, that lingered in his mind. He loved beautiful things. He used a Mac, mainly for its clean design. His work always had that extra touch of beauty, and Lilith, Lilith had that extra touch as well. Asher found himself admiring the curve of her shoulder or breast, the grace of her walk, her womanly fragrance. And sometimes he saw something else in her eyes. A smouldering fire, untapped energy. He was always the gentleman. He viewed her as an attractive desirable young woman (early 20s?), but unhappy relationships had left him nearly 30, single, weary and wary. Lilith gazed at Asher, noting yet again his unruly hair, fine features and beautiful hands. Although technically her boss, he was so courteous and appreciative of her work they had quickly become good friends. He was even introducing her to friends as "my rescue party", and was starting to give her some of the animation work as well as the office jobs. He was good-looking, fun and he respected her brains. She still couldn't believe it. He was also a terrible flirt. When he smiled his beautiful smile, and raised one eyebrow, Lilith knew his suggestive comments were all good fun. And she could give it as well as take it. they enjoyed each other's company a lot. "A good laugh every day, or your money back." Asher would say. Sometimes it was "A good laugh every day, or your clothes returned." And there was something about Asher. Sometimes she saw something in his eyes, a passion, a need. "I'm walking out of here, I'm going down to the beach, and I'm going to enjoy the sunset and a good coffee. I've a strong suspicion the work will still be here when I come back, so I'm not going to think about it, or even your tender gaze. Any plans involving the boyfriend?" Lilith was slightly taken aback he had caught her staring, but returned the service. "Oh, I've told him to have dinner ready for me. I think butter chicken on a bed of rice. I said if there was some nice cold champagne, he might get lucky on another bed." "Lilith! I hope the poor boy has been taking his vitamin pills! You are full of surprises." "I like surprises. In fact he gave me quite a surprise just the other day. I was bending over getting the lettuce out of the fridge, when he came up behind me." Asher was startled now. His eyebrows shot up. "I didn't realise how ready I was for him. Luckily I had on just a short skirt and no panties. It was fantastic. I think we made quite a bit of noise." "Lilith! I can't believe I'm hearing this." "It was wonderful. The only problem is, we're not allowed in that supermarket ever again." A moment of charged silence. Then Asher threw back his head and roared with laughter. It was an old joke, and he had been absolutely taken in. "Oh, oh Lilith! You had me completely!" there were tears in the creases around his eyes. "I was yours to take! Owned! Lilith, My life is richer for knowing you." Asher shook his head and chuckled. Lilith for her part, was in a swirl of emotions. Her racy story was further than she had gone before with Asher, and perhaps further than was wise. What had come over her? Even now, she was feeling a stirring inside her, after putting herself bent over in the supermarket fresh fruit department. And the words he used... She recalled earlier that week. The big contract's first payment had come in, and life looked good. Asher had got out his Yamaha keyboard, put it into computer's sound system and played a soaring Keith Jarrett improv. Lilith was transfixed as the music washed around her. She found herself staring at his face as he stretched his fingers over the keys. Then he had looked up, their eyes had locked, and the music had seemed to almost melt away. She felt a warm urging below her waist, a tingling. When Asher stopped playing she tore herself away and ran to the toilets. Sitting by herself with her panties down she ran her hands over her thighs and up into her pussy, imagining his fingers going there, feeling the soft damp folds and their moisture. What had come over her then? "Er, Lilith? You seem to be stuck somewhere. Computer off. Go home. Boyfriend. Champagne. He's a lucky man." The last sentence Asher said under his breath. "I'll lock up. You need to get home, I think." Lilith started, shut down her computer and found her bag and her shopping. Her treat for herself was some new clothes, her first venture into the inner city boutiques, and the oversize paper bag beckoned invitingly. * * * On the train she watched the sunset splash extravagant colours across the sky. Even the houses that backed onto the railway line looked good. She stretched out her long lean legs and wondered at her luck. Lucky to find a flat. Lucky to find this job, and maybe a direction. Asher to look at across the office - the Yamaha incident was special, but often she stole looks at his eyes fixed on the screen, or his fingers cradling the stylus like an artist with a brush. Even her computer and desk looked nice. Her desk. With the oversize paper bag still on the end. Forgotten in her flustered state as she'd hurried out. The new clothes would be there all week-end now, and she would not enjoy them nearly as much on Monday. She could feel the evening crumble. She walked from the station angry with herself, stomped up the stairs and let herself into her flat. It was cold and dark. Tearing off her work blouse she forced the gas heater into action, then went into the kitchen looking for anything that might pass for dinner. In the fridge there was half a lasagne, and a third of a bottle of cheap red. She dumped the lasagne onto a plate and shoved it into the microwave. She poured some wine into a tumbler and nursed the cold glass in both hands. There was no butter chicken, no boyfriend, and no champagne. It was an invention. Why, she wondered. To tease and titillate Asher? She'd always been able to invent stories. School in her country town had been happy enough but no challenge; she sometimes created past lives just for effect. Better than the rounds of gossip, underage drinking and cheap lays. She'd had no part in them, in fact she was still a virgin (if you didn't count lots of self-exploration). The doorbell rang. * * * Asher stared at the empty desk opposite him. Lilith had long since left, but he could still feel her presence. He could almost see her, sitting lightly, her small breasts resting easily on her chest, rising slightly with each breath. He recalled how she would sit with her head to one side, and hum one or two notes to herself. She would swing her legs unconsciously, open and closed, under the desk. Occasionally he would get a glimpse of white panties, and the barest hint of a cleft in there. His cock stirred. He shook his head. "Get a grip, mate," he told himself. "How many times do you want to get burnt? And how about some respect, eh? She's not a sex toy, she's a person." A person, a woman, a damned sexy woman, although she seemed not to know it; and clever as well. Asher stared into the gathering dark, recalling the smell of her hair when she worked near him. Then he saw the oversize paper bag. He went over and reached in. Shimmering black garments met his hand, long dresses with intricate stitching. Almost against his will, he imagined Lilith trying them on, raising her slender arms as the fabric slid over her breasts, down her front, over her hips and thighs. He saw her turn and look over her shoulder, hand brushing her bottom. His cock stirred more strongly. He'd noticed that she wore very few outfits - not that he cared, one was enough for him. Or no clothes at all, an impish voice in his head piped up. He knew these were important to her. He could drop them off easily, he knew the address. Or leave her week-end undisturbed. Wasn't she expecting a good time with the boyfriend anyway? The thought of her disappointment at not having them to show the boyfriend disturbed him in an odd way. He pushed the thought away, grabbed the bag and his keys and left. He only just remembered the alarm. On the screen at his desk the gust of wind transformed itself into a sleek car, over and over again. * * * Parking near her flat, Asher walked up the stairs, almost confident he'd got the right one. Yes, the door number matched the one in his phone, though it struck him as odd there were no lights on. No, there was one light on, out the back. He rang the doorbell. * * * At the sound, Lilith froze. No one had ever rung the doorbell. No one. She stayed close to her parents by phone (dad understood her need; he said to do what she needed to do, but always keep in touch). No one came to the door. The bell rang again. "Lilith?" It was Asher, uncertain. She felt her life, her good luck disintegrating. In the silence the microwave dinged shockingly loudly. With a cry Lilith dropped her wine. The tumbler shattered across the tiled floor. "Lilith! I'm here - let me in!" Asher was urgent this time. It's come to this, she thought. It's over now. She opened the rattling door. * * * It wasn't adding up. The darkness of the flat, not enough sound, no cooking smells; Asher's senses spoke danger. When he heard Lilith's cry and the broken glass, he was frantic, hammering the door. It opened to reveal Lilith, her face a harrowing mix of shame, confusion, distress. Her breasts were heaving as she breathed in short gasps. So vulnerable. Asher couldn't help noticing she was wearing only a skirt & cotton bra. God, she was sexy. He stepped into the flat, still holding the oversize paper bag. "My God Lilith, you look terr... What's up?" Lilith saw the scene as if it was in a play. Her shopping. Asher. The silent flat. Glass. Her life in pieces. She put her head on his shoulder and burst into tears. Asher recovered from his surprise and held her firmly. "Easy, easy now," he said softly, over and over. He put his head into the scent of her hair, felt her shudders through her slim shoulders. He absently kissed her head. His cock stirred against his will. Lilith felt the strong arms surrounding her. She felt Asher's cheek resting lightly on her head. Her nose filled with his man-smell, aftershave and slight sweat. As her sobbing eased, she felt her insides responding, warming. She felt his cock growing, pressing against her. Her world slid back from the edge. She let the reins go. She knew just what was going to happen, and she welcomed it. Fiercely grabbing his head, she kissed him deeply, madly. Her tongue entered him, tasted him. Her lips grazed his stubble, pulled and sucked. She pushed him off slightly and frantically pulled at his buttons. She heard herself growling. Still locked together, she walked the two of them into her bedroom. Luckily she had made a weak effort at tidying that morning. Kissing, biting, pulling his shirt down, Lilith gloried in his lean but strong frame. Her hands ran over his shoulders, his arms, his torso. She had backed against the bed, and now toppled the two of them down onto it. She fumbled for his belt just as he pulled her short skirt down. She lay back, panting, seeing everything so clearly. His shoes and clothes gone. His heaving chest. his nipples, his rampant swaying cock. Her own nipples point-hardened He eased down her panties, warm and damp now. The sweet smell of her arousal filled the room, charging the air. Asher brought the panties to his face and breathed the heavy scent. Lilith watched and squirmed with lust on the bed. She squeezed her nipples, she ran her hands down her legs and through her curly pubic hair. Unable to focus, she opened her legs, then pulled open her pussy lips, then rubbed her clitoris furiously. An animal howl came out of her. It was too fast for Asher. He tried to slow things down by gently pushing her up the bed. Lilith grabbed his neck and shoulders and forced him onto her. She wrapped her legs around him and pinned him with surprising strength. She worked her hand in, grabbed his cock and pulled it into her. Wet as she was, it found no resistance. Her legs locked across his buttocks and trapped him in place. The cock in her body was hard and alive, sending dizzying shocks through her. She clutched his neck and hair, and stared intently into his eyes. Asher's body took over for him as he thrusted urgently into her. The heat of her, the smell of her, the ferocity of her sex had triggered a similar response in his own body. Vivid colours flashed across his eyes as he pounded into her willing cunt. He felt each one of her fingernails score his back. He watched her bust shake in time to their actions. A tremor started somewhere in his legs, lines of energy coursed through him and into his cock, and out as he shot his sperm deep into her, spurt after spurt. They cried out together. They lay on the bed, still locked together. After a time, Lilith felt as if she were waking up after a wonderful doze. Sensations, colours, scents drifted past. She could recall only fragments of their lovemaking. Had she come, or not? She still had her bra on. "God Lilith. I was... you were... amazing." Lilith gently put a finger to his lips. She smiled. He smiled. She gently pushed him up and to the side. Understanding, Asher rolled off her and fell heavily onto the bed beside her. It bounced briefly. Lilith rolled towards him. She took his closer arm and tucked it under her neck. This let her head rest on his chest. The man-smell was different now, stronger and fresher. She put her thigh over his, and felt the wetness seeping everywhere. Some was slippery, some already sticking their skins together. Asher fumbled for the bra clip against her back, then noticed it was front-opening. He freed her small breasts and stroked the nipples. They were the colour of milk chocolate. He laughed. She laughed. They dozed. Lilith was at peace. This was right, for sure. I fucked a man, she mused. He fucked me. I'm no longer a... She suddenly felt between her legs and brought up the sight and metallic smell of blood. Asher noticed her movement. "Oh Lilith you're a... you were a, a virgin." "Yes. Yes, I was." "So. I'm guessing the boyfriend is... nonexistent?" Asher quite liked the idea. "Yes. Oh Asher, I've been lying all this time. Do you mind?" "To tell you the truth I wasn't thinking about it at all just then. I think it makes you more interesting. But, your first time. Oh love, have I hurt you?" "Well, no. No pain. Heat, maybe. It just, all sort of happened, at once. I saw it coming, and I wanted it. So much. I wanted you. I wanted you inside me. I wanted to eat you." "I'm not sure if I took advantage of you, or if you took advantage of me." "Take advantage of me again, Asher" "A gentleman never refuses a lady." * * * to be continued Asher, Lilith and the Tigress Ch. 02 This is part of a four-part series. It should stand by itself, but will make more sense if read in the series. And don't forget to vote! "Take advantage of me again, Asher." "A gentleman never refuses a lady, and I would love to take complete advantage of you. But might I make one small suggestion first?" "Oh?" "I was thinking, maybe, butter chicken on a bed of rice, extra pappadums, perhaps some nice champagne - cold of course." Lilith recalled her order for her imaginary boyfriend and laughed. "Asher! You ARE taking advantage of me!" As they lay on the bed together, Asher kissed Lilith's forehead, eyebrows, nose, cheeks. He slid himself down the bed, kissing between words. "Not at all (kiss). I (kiss) respect you (kiss) as a (kiss) person." He kissed her chin, her collarbone. "You are (kiss) a highly (kiss) intelligent woman." He brushed his lips as lightly as possible over her breasts and nipples. She shivered. "But God (brush) you are (brush) sexy (brush)." He kissed her chest, her sides, her hip bones. She ran her fingers through his tousled hair, hoping he wouldn't stop when he got to the sticky mixture of their sweat, love-juices and her virgin blood. She needn't have worried, as Asher had his own fiendish plans. He kissed down through her pubic hair, all the while running his nails up her sides and down past her hips. He was rewarded by squirms of pleasure, as her body responded to his teasing touch. He eased her legs open, and was aroused as he watched her sticky labia separate. The complex smell of her and his combined juices delighted his nose. He pushed his tongue against her pussy, then backed off to watch it slip back into place. When he stretched the lips apart, her clitoris peeped out. His tongue brought shudders of pleasure. Lilith moaned contentedly. A fresher smell of her arousal came out, and Asher could notice a clear sweet fluid already collecting in her delicate folds. Delicious. Lilith started to buck, so he put her feet firmly on his shoulders. This held her legs still, and stretched her thighs. Her dark curls peeped between her smooth lightly tanned legs. Asher stroked her thighs, her buttocks, her hips. Her pussy heaved with delight, its lips swelling and moistening. He prised it open and sucked the nectar from it. Lilith's moans grew louder. She clutched the sheets. "I was thinking some naan." "What? Naan???" Lilith was suddenly still. Asher had paused too. "Naan bread. To go with the curry. Lassi to wash it down with. Hungry?" "Asher you fucking bastard! Fucking finish me off you fucking tease. Get your cock into me and started ramming right now before I tear your fucking hair out. I need you to fuck me senseless, not fucking talk. GET INTO ME! NOW!!!" Both of them were startled by the sexual fury of her words. Who was this tigress? Who cared! Asher stood at the end of the bed, cock swaying angrily, and roughly pulled her hips to him. Her legs were up his chest and her overcharged senses could feel his chest hair against her calves. She could feel his cock sliding around her hungry cunt, slipping in the juice of her arousal. She caught a glimpse of a crooked smile on Asher's face and her fury spiked. "ASHER! FUCK!! ME!!!" Lilith swung her legs each side of his torso and rammed her heels into his back. He twitched in shock, his cock found its target and smoothly slid home. The heat of inside her filled his mind and shattered his planned teasing. All he could do now was ram into her, slap his balls against her willing lips, slide the length of his shaft deep into her cavern. Lilith was on fire. Her senses screamed with urgent pleasure. Her heels picked up the rhythm of his thrusts and drove each stroke home from behind. She began clawing at his arms, but he grabbed her wrists and forced them above her head. His arms brushed her breasts and sent electric shocks through her. Stretched full length above her, she snapped her teeth at him, almost grazing a cheek, but he somehow kept clear. She clamped onto his fringe and tugged. They both could feel his pressure mounting. Sweat dripped into her face and she greedily licked it where she could. Veins stood out on Asher's body. He looked almost in pain as spasms shook him and his cock gushed forth his semen, filling her. He cried out as if in agony, and Lilith matched his sound. Then the storm passed. Asher, stretched taut above his lover, opened his eyes. He stared into Lilith's as he felt her gently caress his straining arms. He collapsed, as gently as he could manage in his wracked state. Lilith felt his breath across her chest, harsh at first but gradually calming down. She stroked his back, peacefully. The man-smell was in his hair now. "God, Lilith, you're amazing, love. Fantastic. Scary. You frighten me." Lilith was silent, except for a slight humming she made as she cared for her lover. She was content, but puzzled by her own behaviour, and amused Asher should describe her that way. Oddly enough, she wasn't frightened of herself. True, she could be barely recognise herself as the wild animal - she wasn't sure she could even remember the details, but it seemed right, somehow. And the way her devouring fury instantly became tenderness: was that odd too? No, it seemed so natural. It was all a stage of her journey that was unexpected, but not a wrong turn. It felt fucking wonderful too. Asher was puzzled as well. What on earth was going on here? He didn't think of himself as desperate and frustrated, only a bit dismayed by his romantic failures. He was not in any hurry. He was certainly not "on the prowl." Now look at him! Bedding his secretary! Puh-leez. But that was a completely wrong interpretation. He knew he respected her, admired her. She respected him. They clicked. The wildness he had just seen, and thrown himself into, just had a strange rightness to it. It didn't make sense, yet it did. Bad experiences in the past had made him very cautious. His habit was to idealise and romanticise women, when in fact they often just baffled him. But Lilith had changed all that. Spun his world around with the lightest of touches. He was dizzy but happy. And he had never had sex like this before. Lilith had never had sex like this before. In fact she'd never had sex before. Never seen a man naked and ready, except on the internet. Never been so ready herself. Never felt that roaring ravenous need to take and be taken, feel the weight and pressure of him against her demanding body. Never felt such contented release afterwards. This afternoon I was a virgin, she thought. Now, now I'm a maniac. A sex maniac. "A sex maniac? That's a bit dramatic. Willing, yes. Passionate. Demanding. But it seems, I dunno, normal almost." Asher was now on his side, by her side, stroking her hair. Lilith started, unaware she'd been thinking out loud. "I... yes, normal almost. That's a crazy thing to say. But it's right. You care, so much. You care about your work, your music, you care about me. When I saw you there with my shopping, and I'd been so angry with myself about it earlier. I, I just melted. You were there, you were strong. Suddenly I knew I had to have you, had to take all of you. Is that selfish? "Asher, what are we doing here? I'm a country girl lost in the city. I'm lost in this life. You're so clever and creative, you belong. What have we done? What the hell have we done? I'm your PA, for fuck's sake. I shouldn't be doing this. We shouldn't be doing this. But it feels so right. You feel so good, just here. But life's not a Fleetwood Mac song..." Lilith could feel the tears pricking. Asher held her tight. "Easy girl, easy. Easy," he murmured. "You haven't done anything wrong. I haven't done anything I didn't want to. I'm an adult, I should know what's coming, and wear the consequences. This is crazy, as you say. I've kept my guard up for years. I'm no sleaze. But you, Lilith, you've just sailed in, and it just feels right. You keep me organised, you brighten the place, you make me work better. You, you lift me. I've no idea where this will end up. In a way I don't want to know. But here and now, we are two adults who care. And I have just the thing we need." Asher scrabbled on the floor and found his phone in his crumpled trousers. "What? A what-the-hell-is-going-on app?" "Almost. Siri, Indian take-aways which deliver to this location, please. And Siri, do something about the glass in the kitchen will you." Lilith had to laugh. "You are unbearable!" She squeezed him hard. * * * "Mmmm, that has helped a lot. I hadn't noticed how hungry I was. That drink, lassi you call it? That was exactly right. What flavour is it?" Lilith gazed across the table over the remnants of dinner. Tealight candles winked softly from every shelf and surface. Asher smiled his beautiful smile. "Rosewater. A perfume for a goddess." "Asher, stop that! Let me tell you, I don't know if "perfume" is the right word, but there are a few "fragrances" in this flat. Does sex smell this much usually?" "Only the best sex. No, don't laugh. Sex is a wonderful confusion of all the senses, as well as using most of your brain. Insert sexist joke here. But my understanding is, when everything is right for the lady it's just the same, if not more so." "Well professor, we have no choice but to continue our research. But I have to say, I'm feeling pretty tender between the legs. What were you doing?" "Nothing but what you were, shall we say, "requesting". The bruises on my back would take some explaining." Lilith only smiled seductively. The memory of their lovemaking was stirring her again, a warm urging conflicting with her soreness. "Asher, I want to do more. I want to do everything. My friends at school used to talk about it, and I've been curious, but now it's my time." "Let's do it together." Lilith stood up, led Asher to the bedroom and sat him on the edge of the bed. He was wearing only his shirt, which she unbuttoned. He gazed at her as she worked. She had put her head to one side. She stepped back, and studied his smooth shoulders, his chest with its light curls above and around the nipples. She ran her hands down his front, to where the darker hairs started. He had the tiniest bit of fluff in his belly button. She ran her hands down his strong thighs and stared into his crotch. Fascinated, she watched his cock grow in size, from hanging, to curved and fleshy, to pink and rampant, bobbing slowly. Tiny veins stood out on his shaft. She thought she could smell her own juices mixed with his sweat. An idea occurred to her. She hurried off to the bathroom, grabbed a handtowel which she passed under the tap, and returned. She knelt down and gently wiped his thighs and balls. She ringed his cock and wiped down the shaft. When the head appeared from the towel, she bent over and kissed it. Asher sighed. She took his cock into her mouth. She explored it with her tongue, feeling the edge of its head, dipping into the opening, sucking it. It quivered to her touch. It was alive to her. Running her hand up and down the shaft, she marvelled at the delicate sliding skin encasing the hard shaft. Soft and hard, at once. Asher's body started to rock in time to her rubbing. His breathing came heavy. "Ahhhh, fuck, keep going," he slurred. Lilith was enjoying it. Giving him this pleasure and feeling the powerful effect she had on him. She tried bobbing up and down like a porn star, but it made her feel slightly dizzy, so she concentrated on the head, sucking and pulling. Asher wasn't complaining. She caught a slightly salty tang. "Oh Lilith, don't stop, but I'm getting close." "Come for me, love. I want you to come." Asher had slumped back on the bed and was watching her careful work. He felt her tongue in every corner and crevice. He saw a trickle of her spit escape down his shaft and between her fingers. God, her touch was light. With her other hand she cradled his balls, which jumped for joy. He spread his legs and her hand traced between his buttocks. Asher thought he could actually feel sparks coming from his cock into his legs. He moaned. "Come for me, come in my mouth. Give me your sperm." Lilith felt his cock twitching more strongly. His balls rose up. Her fingers felt the channel under the shaft rippling and his come poured into her mouth. Her mouth was full of cock, of semen, of her saliva. She milked the shaft, and more came up. "AaaaAAAHHHhhh! Oh God! Oh Lilith!" Asher screwed his eyes shut and saw flashes of light. Lilith let his softening member slip from her mouth. She looked up, and saw that Asher had dribbled slightly from the orgasm. Another idea occurred to her. She rose up and straddled him. She bent down and kissed him. Her lips were closed at first, but slowly opened to the helpless man below her. Asher's eyes opened wide, as he tasted her spit and his come in her mouth. Her eyes smiled wickedly. His senses reeled. Lilith swallowed most of it, then let her sticky tongue explore his mouth. Pinned to the bed, Asher had no choice but to follow her lead. They kissed long and deeply. "Mmmm, I liked that. I could suck you off again, I think." "Lilith, if you do it that well each time, I may not survive." "I'm just doing what feels right. It felt just right. I was a bit worried you might grab my head like I've seen in some movies, but you were a gentleman. Thank you." "I can't say you were a lady! But please do it again, as often as you like. The kiss at the end was a surprise, though." "Yes. A surprise to me as well. But good. I'm guessing you've never tasted your come before?" "True, I'm no longer a come-tasting virgin." Asher, Lilith and the Tigress Ch. 03 This is part of a four-part series. It should stand by itself, but will make more sense if read in the series. And don't forget to vote! * "I'm no longer a come-tasting virgin. It actually didn't have much taste, just a bit, salty, I guess." Asher could now barely notice the taste of his come on his own mouth. The surprise of Lilith's impulsive action was still there. He was lying on her bed, with Lilith still straddled on top of him. Resting on her elbows, she stroked his hair, the hair she had been biting only a few hours earlier. He was enjoying her attention, and the feeling of her pubic hairs rustling against him. Her nipples brushed his chest. His cock did not stir. He had come three times that evening already, and now it lay motionless. Liliths seductive smile was now a tender smile. "You were brave, then. And generous to me. Don't you laugh this time. I've seen and read enough to know about oral sex, but I don't really know why I started then, or why I finished like that. But you let me do everything I wanted to. I should thank you." "I could say the pleasure was all mine, but I'm hoping you got something out of it. Apart from a mouthful of me, of course." "Asher, you have such a way with words! But, I you're right, I liked it. I enjoyed giving you pleasure. When I see you overcome like that, I feel so good. It's different when I feel the pleasure. My body just demands it. I don't get a say." The tigress takes over! I have noticed it, believe it or not." "Better get used to it. I'll try and take care of you, but I'm not making any promises." They lay together now in easy silence. Sleep was approaching. Asher stretched. "This has been an evening I will never forget. I have so many feelings crashing around my head, but I'm so tired, I have to sleep... how do you feel?" "To tell you the truth, I feel completely weird. I feel great, but weird. This afternoon, I told my boss, of all people, about sex with my boyfriend, when in fact I'm single and a virgin. This evening, my life falls apart, then comes together again in the most unbelievable way, and on the way I lose my virginity, have Indian takeaway then suck a man off for the first time." Asher chuckled as he idly stroked her thigh. "And to think you said it was me who had a way with words! Well, can I suggest we use the bed one more time - to sleep in. I just don't feel safe to drive to my place on my own, and we need to make a trip to the chemist for a morning-after pill. We've been pretty negligent overall." Lilith felt a band tighten across her heart and she sat up straight. Asher had meant no harm, but his words, "my place, on my own" had startled her, and the talk of The Pill froze her. She was carrying his seed. Maybe his child. Their child. So special, but so rushed; wonderful, but not yet, when she was not ready. Too many emotions poured through her. Tears welled up. They ran out of her closed eyes, down her cheek and dripped off her chin. One dripped on Asher's hand. "Lilith! What is it? It was what I said, wasn't it. About The Pill?" he sat up and hugged her tightly. "Asher, I'm going way too fast. I can't sort anything out. I'm going to crash." Her sobs shuddered through her. "Oh love, stop. Go easy now. You're thinking too hard. It's late and we're stuffed. Let's go to bed. I promise we'll come back to this tomorrow. Now, we rest." He put an arm under her thighs and picked her up. He carried her up the bed and gently laid her down in it. He walked around the bed tucking in the sheet, then carefully laid the cover over her. In the kitchen he found some glasses and brought water for the two of them. They sipped. Then he got into the bed behind her and snuggled his body against hers, his arms around her. Lilith felt calm again. "Mmm, thank you," she murmured. "You know something?" "Hmm?" "You've called me "love" three times now." "Well, you've called me that once, but who's counting?" * * * Someone was moaning. Long, low moans with barely a break. Lilith realised it was her. From lying on her side in Asher's embrace, she had half rolled back so she could spread her legs. One hand was between them, rubbing her clitoris while the other pressed her labia. It felt fantastic. She became aware of Asher's firm cock against her buttocks. She had read somewhere that men have an erection when they are dreaming, and this aroused her more. In her sleepy state she could feel the tigress approaching, so different from the tender lover who had gone to bed in his arms. "Asher! Asher!" she whispered. "Mmhmhm..." "Asher, you have to fuck me." "Mmffmm." Asher slept on. Lilith wriggled her bottom against his cock, which hardened. She reached back and held it, pointing it down towards her pussy. Even if he was asleep, she could still make us of him. Moving it between her legs she brushed her anus with its smooth head. Tingles shot out around her hips to her pussy and she gasped. She pressed it against and around her hole and felt the rush of sensation. This would be something to experience... but later. She needed that cock inside her. With one leg raised slightly she eased him in. Her wetness let Asher's cock slide in easily. The hard shaft inside her made her tremble with pleasure. The walls of her vagina squeezed and relaxed against it. The tingles shot all over her body. She panted. She rocked her hips and eased the cock in and out. Her fingers stroking her clitoris could also feel the shaft sliding home. Then it started moving in her. * * * Asher slept, exhausted physically and emotionally. This gorgeous woman who had won him over lay in his arms. The crazy ride of emotions had paused; it would start again, but not till tomorrow. He dreamt pleasantly. Lilith might have been saying something, but it wasn't coming in. He had a vague sensation of Lilith's weight against him. He felt something slightly odd, like underwear not quite right. Then a sudden plunge of hotness, wetness. His cock throbbed as something held it in a wet embrace. Heat boiled in his fuzzy brain as his cock started to move of its own accord. He felt it surge in and out, sending shock waves through him. He could not believe what was happening. * * * Lilith was loving the sensation of the cock inside her. Her hand still rubbed her clitoris, finding a rhythm with his strokes. With her other hand she felt his strong thighs pushing against hers. She stretched around to feel his downy buttocks now in full swing. She could feel the juices of her arousal leaking out, sticking against their skin. She rubbed her face against the sheet. Asher started breathing heavily into her hair. The smell of his sweat arose. Then a hand came round, brushed over her fluttering fingers and through her pubic hair. It stroked up her now heaving body. It circled each nipple, finding them rock-hard and pointing out. Tremors shot through Lilith. The hand moved up, the nails lightly scratched her neck and shoulders. It was too much for her. With a high-pitched cry she went over the edge of a searing climax. She wrapped her upper leg round Asher and held him with her upturned heel. He held still so she could feel the ripples of pressure up and down her channel as she came, wave on wave of them. Asher felt the clamping pressure of her climax on his cock, felt her wetness all around his groin, heard her shrill gasp of pleasure. God, it felt good, and felt good to give her so much. Lilith subsided a little, to find herself half on her back, impaled on a still-hard Asher. Her hunger jumped back. She slowly wriggled over, keeping Asher inside her, until she was on all fours. Asher kept up, and was rewarded with the sight of her fantastic slim bottom, up in the air for him, his cock already working her cleft. Her perfect round cheeks had a faint down on them, which darkened as it went into her crack. Her come had left shiny smears on the skin. He watched in amazement as his cock plunged into her. She seemed so slight below him, but easily took his shaft between her lightly-haired lips. Her juices were everywhere - on his shining cock, in droplets on her hairs, around her anus. Asher ran his hands down her back and she arched like a Persian cat. He reached around to feel her breasts, which although small were shaking with his thrusts into her cunt. He ran his fingers between his shaft and her lips, and slipped his little finger in with his cock, feeling each stroke as it entered her. This brought a sigh from Lilith. "Oh yes, more, fuck me more! More!" He scratched his nails against her hips and buttocks, making her moan with pleasure. He watched her anal ring suck in and out slightly as she gasped and bucked beneath his piston. He ran his little finger up through her love-juices and brought some around her wrinkled hole, circling it and pressing gently. It gave to his pushing. "OH YES! God yes, in there! Yes!" Lilith cried. "Be careful..." As he plunged his cock in her cunt, he carefully pushed his finger into her anus. The browny-pink hole eased open for him. One joint in, two joints. It felt so hard and tight compared to her other passage. He could feel her muscles flexing nearby inside her. It felt incredible. He moved it slightly - he hardly needed to, it felt so good where it was. Lilith shuddered with lust. She tried to still herself for Asher's finger, but her body was roaring. It demanded cock, demanded to be entered and used. Her skin hummed. Her anus clamped on his finger. Her cunt leaked fluids down both their legs. She slumped down on her elbows and felt her nipples brushed back and forth on the sheet below. She bit the sheet and howled into it. Starting somewhere near her feet, another climax welled up. Her legs, her upturned bottom, her breasts, every part of her cried out as it broke over her, stilling her at last. Asher felt it and his climax joined hers. He knelt up and stopped while cock and cunt finished their work, pumping the last of his semen into her. He crouched over her, breathing hotly against her neck. Lilith took all the parts of him out and somehow rolled around underneath him. They stared into each others eyes for ages, it seemed. They kissed slowly, sharing saliva and sweat. She licked it off his nose. She caressed his back and down over his buttocks. The tender lover was here now, gently stroking his panting sides. "Oh Lilith. Fuck. Wonderful. God Lilith, you'll kill me at this rate. At least, I hope so." "Oh no, lover. We've got a bit to do still. But I admit, I'm pretty achy now, and might be for a while. Shall we stop for a bit?" "Lilith! Didn't I say that, earlier!" "But I hadn't come for you yet, love. Twice. Ooh Asher, I'm not sure if the tigress will settle for less now!" Asher, Lilith and the Tigress Ch. 04 This is the last part of a four-part series. It should stand by itself, but will make more sense if read in the series. Thank you for waiting so long, and you're welcome to comment or vote! Sunlight streamed into the room. Dust particles sparkled in the rays. In the dimness, the sunlit areas seemed to glow with light. Under the covers, Lilith felt the heat. She pushed down the covers and let the sun caress her naked body. She stretched luxuriously, and felt the sun's warmth on her underarms, her breasts, her torso and legs. She'd uncovered the heavy sleeping form of Asher. Asher was in the same position he'd started in: on his side, one arm out to cradle her. Exhausted by her sexual demands, he had fallen asleep so fast it had made her smile. The sun felt good on her bare skin. It seemed to energise her. She sprang out of bed, stretched again and bent down to kiss Asher's shoulder. Now it's time for a shower, she thought. Warm water streamed over Lilith's hair, down her breasts and back and over her legs. Idle thoughts drifted through her mind - she often had good ideas in the shower, especially when she wasn't trying. But Asher was all she could think about. Is this right? Where is this going? I love him, do I love him? The sex is fantastic, is that clouding my judgement? Silly question, of course it is. He loves me, does he love me? He's so gentle and caring - and unattached. Wow. Why? He's surely not gay, he knows exactly what to do with a woman, and so willingly... This train of thought completely distracted her, as she retraced Asher's magical caresses. Across her nipples, down her front, down her thighs went her hands. Her breathing got heavier. Her fingers eased themselves into her pussy. "My lover's in the bed, and I'm fondling myself in the shower. Hellooo. Not so clever now!" She stepped out and started drying herself. I'm hungry too, she realised, and made for the kitchen. She found herself revelling in the feel of the air on her almost-dry skin, so she took the towel off and walked through naked. It felt good. The fridge offered little except mandarin juice, bought on impulse at the supermarket. She found two glasses, poured some out and took a scoop of rice from the table. Dinner was still waiting to be tidied up; Lilith's experiments in oral sex - and the tigress - had driven housekeeping from their minds (oddly). Her phone beeped excitedly. On Saturday morning? "Hello sweetheart." "Dad! I... are you... Everything okay?" "Haven't got you up have I? Oh, it's all good here. You were going to ring on Friday. Something told me to pop in today but I supposed you would prefer a phone call." Lilith gulped, then jumped. "Dad, something really really special has happened." "Have you fallen in love?" "Dad! How could you tell?" "Something in your voice, the wisdom of age, a lucky guess?" "Dad, is it love? It feels good all over. It's so wild and mixed up I don't know what it is. It kinda feels right, but it's taking over. I think I'm going mad." "Sounds a lot like love, sweetheart. Love is crazy stuff, but I'm pleased it feels this good. Just you be careful. Sorry, it's your father talking here. Are you looking after yourself? And do I know the lucky man? Is it a man?" "Dad! It is a man. It's Asher, do you remember him?" "Asher? Your boss Asher??" They had shaken hands once. Seemed a decent type, if a bit vague. "Yes that Asher. Please dad, listen. He's also a friend. We talk all the time. We laugh. We just go together. He needs me, he said he did." "I'll bet he said that! Lilith, thank you for telling me up front. And, it's hard this far away, but I trust you. I trust you to take care of your feelings - and his. Oh yes, he's not the first to fall for you. You didn't know? Anyway, keep in touch. And I hope you're not making babies without some serious commitment to each other." "DAD!! Oh thank you dad. You've shown me what a good man looks like. Give mum a kiss for me." It was a quick call, but it seemed to settle her. Lots of questions now had answers. The morning kept getting better. She stood at the bedroom door and surveyed Asher. His big feet (men have such big feet, mused Lilith), his firm hairy legs, rounded bottom, lean torso, messy hair. His fine features were completely relaxed. His face brought a cascade of memories - cheeky jokes with a raised eyebrow, his piano playing, his gratitude when an angry client called and she fixed everything up, his easygoing nature, his decency. "Do I love you? Oh God I love you, Asher. I want you. I need you." She crept over and gently rolled him onto his back. His downy hairs glistened in the sunlight. His cock paused on his thigh, then slipped down. Lilith smiled to herself. Breakfast time! Gently again she picked up his cock and studied it in the morning light. It was so soft, with such thin skin and fine veins. Already it was starting to fill out as she handled it. She marvelled as it grew, as the head swelled up and turned pink. The fine skin stretched and it was there, ready for her. She kissed it. It tasted faintly of his semen, but the smooth skin invited touch. She licked and sucked it, feeling it twitch keenly. She licked into the hole in the top, around the edge of the head, across the fine cord underneath. A hand rested on her shoulder. "Mmm, feels good. Any for me?" "You mean like last night?" recalling how she gave back some of the come in her mouth. "Yours is on the table beside." Asher reached over and took a sip. "Hmm, not orange. Mandarin? Classy. But not chewy enough." Her leg was nearby on the bed. He eased it over his head so that she was lying down his front. Her beautiful cleft was poised above his face. Lilith giggled in anticipation. Asher gazed in wonder at the delicate folds and fine curls. It fitted together so well, but as he watched he thought he could see the big outer lips swelling, loosening already. Her scent delighted him. He noticed the skin darkened slightly between her legs and around her anus, but inside her pussy was bright pink, shiny and slippery. It moved to his touch. He loved it all, loved the feel and the taste, loved her wriggles of pleasure when he pushed his tongue into her channel. "Oh yes, lover, but be really careful. Still very tender after the fun last night." He ran his finger out of her pussy and up between her bottom cheeks. The curves of her thighs were beautiful to watch, and touch. He went back inside and gently exposed her clitoris. He kissed it and felt her pause in her sucking. "Make me come, love, but gently. You feel wonderful when you're gentle." She rested her head on his hips as he licked and sucked her clitoris, and stroked her labia. He lightly scratched her back and she sighed. Her sweet clear juices leaked out and tickled his nose. Heavenly. He licked and licked, sideways, up and down, around. "Oh yes, yes. Soooo goooood. Asher, Asher, oh God yes. Aaah. AaaaAAAaaah, oh love." Her tender pussy clenched, rippled then relaxed. Warm waves of pleasure flowed over her. The skin of her breasts and thighs tingled, where they brushed his hair Her climax softened her against his body, sticking slightly with sweat. It was more like the ones she gave herself than the roaring devouring ones of last night. Her skin felt the sheet, the sunlight and Asher's gentle stroking. She felt his cock stirring. Opening her eyes, she saw it had oozed clear drops. Resting her head on his spread-out leg, she took him into her mouth again, tasting the salty ooze. She sucked in as much as she could and stroked his shaft and balls. Asher felt a familiar surging starting up. His skin could feel everything - Lilith's naked body against his, the sheet underneath, her fingers sliding up and down his shaft, her tongue rolling around the head of his cock, her teeth grazing it delicately. He felt the tremors build up. "Oh God, I'm getting close..." "Come in me, lover, come in my mouth. Shoot into me. Give it to me." Asher's legs tautened. He thrust his hips up. Lilith felt his shaft stiffen more, then pour his come into her. She felt the thick creaminess across her tongue. He saw flashes of light again. She sucked and milked him, until he lay still, gasping on the bed. She nibbled his receding cock, he groaned and wriggled weakly. The sun's rays twinkled around them. * * * "Where did you find lassi this early?" Lilith sipped the rich drink slowly. "Makes a great breakfast, though." "That must remain my dark secret," Asher smiled. "but the fact that it's early lunchtime for some people is a factor." "Ah. Time. Overrated. Never saw the value in it myself." "Sadly it tyrannises the best of us, but today, this weekend, all my time is yours, my love." "Only your time? And "My love"?? Asher, are you just, playing here? This has been so wonderful for me. I had no idea sex was this good - I don't think my friends got it this good. I'm going crazy for you in bed. And you say "my love"... and I love you, I think - hell, I know I do. Not just in bed. Your eyes, your smile, your respect. I love you. My feelings, they're so mixed up, I want to cry and laugh, I want to shout from the window. But you..." "I said it, and I meant it. My love. My lover. You came into my life, and my life said, here she is at last. And just look at her! I was just too thick, and stuck in work, to realise. I was jealous of the boyfriend, I can admit now. When I found out he was imaginary, I was like a kid at the fair with an extra ride ticket. "Where are we going? What next? I honestly don't know. I can see us together a long tme, but I can't hold you back. I couldn't do that to you. Right now, I want you, as you are, right here. Ha! I sound sooo corny, but how else do I say it." "Asher?" "Lilith?" "Hold me." * * * The motor hummed. Trees whipped past. It was a back road, with lazy hills and rolling fields, Asher knew the road and his car, and the driving was easy. On the back seat were some new beach towels, clothes and a rough-and-ready picnic hurriedly bought at the shops near Lilith's flat. They had also dropped into a chemist's and fixed up some contraception. Dad's phone call had made things clear to Lilith: this was love, and great sex. She would treasure Asher's baby, but now was not the moment. "I can see us together a long time." The words sat warmly in her mind. The sun beat warmly on her skin. They were driving to a special beach, just outside the city, a "clothing optional" one. Asher had been pleased to note her walking around naked. Definitely the best interior decoration you could do, he'd said. The idea of going nude in public had aroused them both. "You'd better make sure your arousal isn't too obvious, big boy!" Lilith said with a cheeky smile. "Ten minutes, tops." said Asher, "You can see the big trees along the shoreline. A few more bends and - Lilith!" Lilith had slipped the seatbelt sash over her head and behind her. She had peeled off her top and now was naked from the waist up. How had he not noticed? He noticed now. Noticed her small breasts resting easily on her chest, shining in the sunlight. Noticed her sly smile. "They're beautiful. You're beautiful. Milk chocolate." Lilith looked down at her nipples. "Milk chocolate?" she laughed, "I suppose they are that colour. Never thought about it. Let's buy some chocolate, I'll put some on in the sun and you can lick them clean!" "Oh Lilith, not while I'm driving!" In answer, she reached over and undid his pants, dived in and eased out his cock. He gasped. His cock grew in her eager hand as she began stroking it up and down. It felt incredible, but Asher was terrified something bad would happen at speed on a country road. He looked at her and she nodded. He pulled onto the shoulder of the road, perhaps slightly too fast. Lilith was already bending over him, sucking his cock into her hungry mouth. Asher looked down at her bare back and stroked it, running his hand down to her bottom which was showing as she bent over. He wriggled into the warmth of her panties. This is crazy. This is a cliche. What am I doing. Lilith wondered to herself, but didn't really care. This was fun, Asher was loving it, it was all part of this surreal weekend. She smelt the car smells along with Asher's cock as she worked the shaft and lightly nibbled the head. The access wasnt great, but was easier when he took his seat belt off and lay the seat back. She also loved the feel of his hand on her bare back, going down her spine, caressing her shoulders, trying not clutch as he reached his peak. She sensed the now familiar stiffening of his leg muscles, his heavy breathing, the twitching of his cock. He let out a long moaning sigh and came copiously into her mouth. She sucked the sticky fluid from him, mildly surprised at how normal this was starting to feel. The strongest feeling was love for Asher. He loves this, I want to do it for him, because I love him. "Oh Lilith, you're amazing. Wonderful. Still frightening." "Now you owe me the chocolate." "The chocolate! I may not be able to drive to the shop, or get out of the car. Oh love, I hope I'm strong enough for you!" "You've done all right so far. And it's like exercise isn't it? You get better as you go along." * * * The beach was perfect. It was very ordinary in a way. Couples lounging, single people, even one or two families with little children; swimmers, sunbathers; just without clothes on. The range of ages, shapes and sizes was startling. Lilith revelled in the freedom of her nudity. The slightest breezes seemed to excite her skin. Her nipples especially enjoyed the air. She felt more alive than ever. Swimming naked was another amazing experience. Somehow all her skin was alive to the water, even though she often wore little more than a bikini as a rule. They enjoyed the wobbly shapes her breasts made in the water. She got the giggles, and only Asher's long tender salty kisses seemed to help. Asher had tried it before, and knew the luxurious feeling. Seeing this vivacious woman and her delight gave him a surge of tenderness. Seeing the triangles of pale skin on her breasts and across her groin, and especially over her bottom, brought up his desire. He could not take his eyes off her as she walked lightly along the wet sand, naked and free. Her light step and womanly curves were etched in his mind forever. Chocolate games didn't quite seem the thing to do at this family beach. They looked sorrowfully at the block and each other, then burst out laughing. Asher broke off a square, put it between his teeth and fed it to Lilith. It was a delicate operation, and amazingly sexy. The chocolate smeared itself on their lips and they licked it off each other. The whole time their eyes were locked, but so close their lashes brushed the other's cheek. "You were right about the colour, but you still owe me a nipple-wash!" "Y'know, I'd like to stare at your nipples for a long while, just to make sure. Your natural beauty, and this nature, I'll never get enough of it. Lilith my love, I owe you more than chocolate." Lilith now felt a surge of tender care for this wonderful man, and a swell of desire. "Asher take me into the trees and make love to me. The tigress is resting, and I want to give you all the pleasure I can. Just for you." Asher smiled his beautiful smile, stood and held out his hand to her. She rose and snuggled into his embrace. In his arms the soft crash of the waves was a gentle sighing. The sun tingled her skin. He put their few items up amongst the trees, taking only the new beach towels. He led them down a sandy path between the giant trees. Not far in was a glade. Sunlight dappled the grassy sand. The sea was a faraway soughing. The wind rustled the tops of the trees, but at ground level, it was quite still. Asher laid out the towels and sat down cross-legged. He pulled Lilith down into his lap and embraced her. She sat in his lap, her legs parted widely around him. She could feel the air moving over her spread pussy. They kissed long and tenderly, exploring each others lips and teeth and tongues. He kissed her ears, her neck, her shoulders. She shivered with desire. He nuzzled her small breasts, kissing and suckling on the chocolate-brown nipples. They hardened to his touch, and he noticed the change in her breathing. With her help he gently lifted her and laid her out on the towels. Kneeling beside her, he kissed her forehead, her nose and downwards. Her chest and nipples, her ribs rising and falling, her belly button. He went over her vee of dark curly hair, her smooth thighs and down to lightly bite her toes. She sighed and spread her legs for him. Her pussy lips parted slightly. He lay between her legs. He could feel the warm sun on his back, smell the juices of her arousal rising up. He nodded to her. She understood, and took his throbbing cock in her hands. She rubbed the head up and down her slippery cleft, enjoying the anticipation and the pressure she could control. Using his cock, she scooped the juices from her vagina and rubbed over and around her clitoris. Tingles shot up and down her body, the sensation heightened by the air moving across her skin. She found the right place at the right angle. Staring into her lover's eyes, she pulled her moist pussy lips open and eased his cock in. "Lilith. Fuck, that feels... I'm in heaven." "You're right here with me, lover. You're inside me, you're in my cunt and God you feel wonderful. Fuck me really gently, love." Lilith stroked Asher's head and shoulders. Lilith felt the sand shifting under her bottom as she brought up her knees. Asher started moving very slowly. She could feel every nerve of her vagina gripping his shaft, caressing it. He had a faraway look in his eyes. She pulled his head down and kissed him lovingly. Time stopped for them. There was only the warm sun, the sound of waves and their bodies brushing, sticking, entering, receiving. They made love slowly, endlessly, pausing to kiss, for Asher to feel his cock buried so deeply in his lover. Pausing for Lilith to clamp her legs around him and feel the change of angle of her lover's cock. They both felt her juices between them, sticking and sliding. The sun and the breeze caressed them both. Asher sat up and tucked his legs under her thighs. He could see his cock disappearing into Lilith, see her breathing and see her breasts jiggle slightly with his movement. The sun dappled her skin. Some sand had stuck to her nipple, and Asher playfully rubbed it against the hard brown button. She breathed in sharply. He lifted her leg over and gently rolled her onto her side, still thrusting slowly. She tucked her leg up and ran her hand down over her thigh. Her fingers could feel the hard shaft entering her, feel her pussy lips stretching easily to take his cock deep inside. Asher lifted her buttock up with one hand so he could see her pussy and her hand better, and bring his other hand in. He chased her fingers, pulled her labia, tickled her anus or rustled her curly hairs. In the sunlight his cock gleamed from her copious juices, which glistened on his and her pubic hair. His balls slid easily across her lower thigh. "Asher love, this is heaven." "You're right here with me, lover. I'm in you, we're making love and you are wonderful. I don't want this to end, but I do want to come." "Come in me now, we'll do this again, I promise. Come for me, but be gentle, love. Make that big cock fill me till it pours out." "Lilith, I love your bad talk." Asher picked up speed slightly, lying down face to face again. Lilith scratched lines down his back, which felt like electric currents into his groin. She cupped his buttocks and kneaded them. Asher panted. If she stretched she could just stroke his balls. Asher felt tingles all over his body. The holding back of his thrusting, and her light fingers sent him over at last. He thrust his cock deep into her once and felt the ripples of come surging out, spurting from him in wave after wave. Her vagina clasped him and he spurted more. Lilith smiled tenderly up at him, gently holding his head. Asher, Lilith and the Tigress Ch. 04 "Ah yes. That felt good. Very good. You were so gentle, thank you. You make love so wonderfully. And the tigress is happy, too." "Oh God, Lilith, I love you!" "I know." * * * "This is amazing. It seems too good to be true: a beautiful mind, great sex, great company. I'm madly in love. I admit it. "Where is this going? I want it to work. I so want it to work. How can I make it work?" Two lovers were sitting on the beach, watching the sunset paint extravagant colours across the sky. Arm in arm, lost in thought. They were both thinking exactly the same thing.