4 comments/ 8820 views/ 6 favorites Gail and Darian Ch. 01 By: LateNightReader121 A/N: Hi guys this is my first story I've ever published on the site, so this late night reader is becoming a writer. I hope you like my story; it's about a girl in a very different world (maybe not too different) than the one we live in. There are not just people in this world there are anthro's (which means they are half human, half animal). The story below tells of a romance between a girl named Gail and a Werecat Damian. Enjoy guys and comment :) ~LateNightReader121 __________________________________________________ Chapter 1 – The Diner Gail stretched in bed as the sun peeked through her window, just as she thought; the warm body that she slept with last night had slipped out of her apartment unnoticed in the middle of the night. Typical man, it didn't matter if he was pure human, mixed, or anthro they were all the same; willing to tell you all the sweet things you wanted to hear until they got in your pants. She sat up in bed, her comforter bunching around her legs before she pulled it off and put her feet on the floor. The soft fibers of the carpet felt good between her toes, she got up and stretched again. Her naked body was silhouetted by the ever rising sun, which lit her small room. Her nipples shown as pebbles on her breasts from the cold air and tingling between her thighs; she was always horny in the morning, if only someone stayed around long enough to find out. Hot water fell onto her tan skin like a sunny summer rain as she lathered her body with floral soap. She scrubbed away last night and... An–Andy ...maybe it was Andre? Whatever his name was she wanted the smell of his cologne off of her. Rinsing the suds from her body she shampooed her hair; her thoughts went back to last night. It wasn't great sex, mediocre at best, but she got off which was better than not. Plus what's his name was pretty good looking; dark olive skin, golden eyes, toned muscles like a Greek sculpture. He defiantly had a little animal in him, probably dog; telling by the more than average hair on his body and his long tongue. And boy if there was a highlight of the night it was that tongue, Gail rubbed the same places he licked hours ago, circling her clit and let out a small moan. She teased her right breast, pinching and twisting the nipple. Then she plunged a single digit into her hot crevice, lifting one leg to rest on the ledge in her shower. She found the spot inside herself that always made her cum quickly and stroked it slowly at first. Her breath was ragged form her ministrations, she brought her other hand down to her clit and began rubbing it in fast little circles. Gail moaned loudly, she could feel her orgasm bubbling up inside her as she pumped herself with two fingers now, harder and faster. With a few more strokes her body went rigid, pussy walls clenched around her slippery fingers, and she let out a sound that was more like a growl than a scream as she found her release. She turned off the water, stepped out of the shower and into a misty room. She wiped the mirror with her hand and smiled at herself, a dark haired girl with brown eyes smiled back. Grabbing a towel, she wrapped herself in it. Going into the living room and turning on the TV for some background noise, while she sauntered to the kitchen. She gazed into her fridge, what she found there was spoiled milk, a spit of creamer for her coffee, and an empty carton of eggs. It was settled she was eating out for breakfast today; hell it was Saturday. Why not? Gail closed the fridge, as she towel dried her hair on her way back to her bedroom. The TV was droning on about some gadget that could do everything for the low, low price of $19.99 (plus shipping and handling). Changing the channel to a music station, a song with an upbeat tempo played; she wasn't paying close attention to the music, but it was something she could shake her hips to. Gail opened a drawer and pulled out a lacey pink thong, she went in search of her bra that was flung somewhere in her room. She found it under the little plush armchair that was against the wall by her bed. Putting it on to support her C cup boobs was a must, she couldn't have them flopping around every which way, she had very sensitive nipples and they would perk up and stick out in a crowd. Guys usually got the wrong impression when your nipples were hard around them. Gail pulled on some skinny jeans, a black tank top, and sneakers. Grabbed her purse and grey jacket and turned off the TV before she locked the door to her apartment behind her; she was going to have breakfast at the diner down the street. She walked down the busy city streets, the sun peeking through white puffy clouds, as cars honked at each other. To Gail these sounds were the symphony of the city, she enjoyed hearing them. It told her the world was still moving around out there, inviting her to live a piece of it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She reached the diner around 9, it was crowded, but since it was only her she got a seat at the counter. "What'll it be sweetheart?" an older woman asked, she had a rough voice, from years of smoking, but Gail could see beyond her worn out face and saw the young woman she once was. She had been Gail's waitress a few times before, and seemed to remember her. "I'll have a coffee, with some creamer. I haven't decided what I want to eat just yet, thank you." Gail replied back sweetly. The older woman gave Gail a smile. "Alright honey, well I'm Deloris" she said as she pulled a mug out from under somewhere and poured steaming coffee into it "When you're ready just gi'me a shout, and I'll take your order." While she was talking she pulled out a small dish full of little packets of creamer, and placed it next to the mug she just poured. "Okay thank you Deloris" Gail replied with a smile and looked down at her menu. There was ever thing you could have dreamed of, omelets, pancakes, waffles, steaks, everything. She decided on a plate of pancakes, with a side of scrambled eggs and hash browns. The pancakes were covered in strawberries and the hash browns were done just right. Even though you probably couldn't tell, Gail wasn't a dieting kind of girl. Her thin waist was the product of her high metabolism and going to the gym three times a week. She believed women were supposed to be squishy and soft, not angular and hard. There was nothing wrong with a little pudge here or there; all that mattered was that you were comfortable in your own skin and took care of yourself. Gail finished her meal, and was working on her second cup of coffee when HE walked into the diner. He was defiantly anthro, some kind of feline; it was obvious by the tail that followed him, it swayed and moved with his body. Each step he took was calculated and sure, Gail's heart sped up and she didn't know why. She had never felt attracted to an anthro before, sure she didn't mind them, they were people too, she'd had plenty of friends who were anthro growing up but this...this was different. His dark brown hair shifted when his ear flicked, and angled to listen better to something he heard on the other side of the room, he sauntered over to the counter and sat down on the stool next to Gail, seemingly oblivious to her small panic attack. She was nervous but could not place why this stranger made her feel this way. He lifted his angled face up and gave the air a good whiff, probably spelling the sweet smells of the diner with his better than average nose. She watched as his eyes open, and saw the magnificent emerald green color they were; it was like his eyes had flecks of diamonds in them. He looked down at her, being that he was a good foot taller than her sitting down, Gail's face went rosy because she had been caught watching him, she turned her head and stared down into her mug at her coffee. She could feel the tingling between her thighs, and his eyes on her. He observed her like she was his prey, and wanted nothing more than to just eat her up. She dared to take a glance at him and their eyes met, she was locked; frozen in place. He looked at her like he could see her without her clothes on, and when his tongue peeked out to lick his lips, Gail's nipples pressed hard against the fabric of her bra. She had the strongest urge to kiss him at that moment; her face flushed an even darker shade of red. She turned away, breathing harder than what she thought she was, then Deloris came to her rescue. Putting down her bill, and clearing the dirty plates in front of her. Gail put down a few bills to pay for her breakfast and a big tip for Deloris who was a great waitress, and saved her from the mystery man who had gotten her hot and bothered with just a glance. As she was getting off of the stool something brushed against her thigh and felt its way up between them, a shudder ran up Gail's spine. The thing that was touching her was gentle and soft, different from a hand. When she looked down she saw that it was her mystery mans tail. This excited her, but also made her blush ever brighter, if that was even possible. She gave a little squeak as his tail pressed harder into her and the man looked down at her again, he noticed his tail between her legs, doing naughty things to her and went flush in the face as well. "I'm so sorry miss," His voice was husky and deep, it seemed to bounce around in her chest. "It has a mind of its own." With this he gave a grin that was more than just friendly. Gail tried to hide the second shiver that ran through her, but he saw; whoever he was he knew exactly how he affected her. Gail's body was on fire, her panties were soaked, and she had to get home. Gail and Darian Ch. 02 A/N: Sorry for the wait guys, I've been battling writers block and life has caught up with me. The story continues. Enjoy :) Read/Rate/Comment ~LateNightReader121 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 2 – Oranges Gail fumbled with her keys as she tried to unlock her door, but she just couldn't get her fingers to work. Until finally the key went in and she turned it to unlock the door, she dropped her purse and jacket on the floor before the door closed behind her. Gail's tan skin was hot and she began to shed her clothes that stuck to her like a second skin. Overcome with sexual hunger she rummaged through her nightstand drawer were she kept her vibrator. It looked like a purple engorged cock; with three settings and a rotating tip. 'What was it about that guy?' She asked herself as she felt how wet she was. She was already excited enough to begin without building up; her pussy needed to be fucked, now. Gail lay on her back, her long dark hair splaying on the carpeted floor, putting the false cock at her entrance; the strange anthro's eyes filled her mind. She imagined him watching her as she pushed the toy inside; moaning as her walls clenched around it. Thrusting it inside her until she needed more and clicked a button; slow vibrations rumbled in her cunt, bringing her closer to release and making her exhale breathy moans. She could smell her arousal in the air; heady and sweetly aromatic. She wanted to be fucked by this stranger, have his hot breath on her skin while being taken from behind; submissive to his every whim. Another click and the vibrators' motor worked harder to please Gail as she forced it within and away from her dripping sex. A tight knot inside of her abdomen had formed; her muscles taut and flexed. So close to the edge now that sweat dotted her skin, chilling her as cold air hit them; like his tongue would after he tasted her flesh. Turning on the rotating tip now; it felt its way around her wet inner walls, stroking the orgasm from her. Until finally she came around the toy; involuntarily her cavity gripped and released it as her body trembled with electric jolts that emanated from her core. Gail lay in a heap on the floor catching her breath as the vibrator still buzzed away next to her spent pussy; while it trickled her succulent juices. She got up, collecting herself as she walked on wobbly legs. Turning off the vibrator; washing it in the bathroom sink and safely returning it back to its designated spot. She gathered her clothes that had been strewn around the room and put them in the dirty hamper. Feeling her wetness slide down her thigh slowly she decided to hop into the shower again and clean herself up. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Once out Gail put on clothes and left the house again to go grocery shopping. Her hungry fridge needed to be fed; so with her mental list she was out the door. As she walked down the street to a nearby grocery mart she couldn't help but think about that guy again. 'Who was he? It was like he almost knew me.' She thought, and shrugged it off 'Well it's practically impossible that I'll see him again; there are over two million people in Hyper City.' Gail browsed while pushing a cart with a shaky wheel slowly through every isle; comparing prices and watching other people shop. When she got to the fruit section she stopped in her tracks; there HE was; examining a bag of cherries across from the oranges. She hid behind a cardboard cutout of some famous person promoting a new product. "Is he stalking me?" She asked before scoffing at the idea. "He probably doesn't even remember me." Gail proclaimed to herself while peeking around the cutout to get another look at him; contemplating what to do 'Should I walk by him all nonchalant? If he stops me I'll say, oh you; you sat next to me at breakfast. How serendipitous to be seeing you again' She gathered up all of her courage and leisurely pushed her cart over to the oranges. Her face flushed with embarrassment as she remembered what she had done to the image of him only an hour ago. She picked up a decent looking orange when a voice close to her ear said "Mmm, smells delicious" He said in a seductive tone, that made her think he wasn't speaking about fruit. His hot breath created gooseflesh down her arm. "Uh, yeah... I guess so." She stammered back, turning to look at his face; but regretted it once she did and found a devilish grin on his lips. 'There went my plan' She scolded herself in her head. "And that tantalizing tang on the tongue when you suck in the juices." He was defiantly not talking about fruit. Almost all of Gail's courage had left her; and she was now cornered by a predator, making her his prey. "Somehow I get the idea you aren't talking about oranges." She assumed bluntly; trying not to look him in the eyes while her face flushed a deeper red. "Femme belle," he said in French, looking deeply in her eyes as he gently touched her shoulder making her shake "Pourquoi ne vous tremblent propriété de ma tactile?" Gail didn't know what to say; she found those words melodious but was unable to understand them. "Would you mind if I kissed you?" He asked quietly, his tail flicking from left to right behind him. "Uh..." Was all she could muster, being so perplexed; first she met a stranger, and had a great sex fantasy about him, and now here he was asking if he could kiss her. They say when we are faced with a predator our mind devolves and we go into a fight or flight reaction, sometimes during the flight reaction the brain shuts down, or plays possum. Gail's knees felt weak, this had to all be some strange dream. The world turned dark around her, but before it consumed her she was left with sparkling green cat eyes staring at her with uncertainty and warm arms around her. Something cold was pressed against her forehead when she gained consciousness again. It was quiet and cool were she laid; listening she heard soft breathing that wasn't her own. Her eyes took longer to open from the blinding light above her. But when they did she found that the last image she saw was the first thing now. "Are you okay Abigail?" The anthro asked "You fainted a few minutes ago; it sort of caused a scene." Her mind was groggy and slow about thinking what to say when she realized she had never told this man her name. "How do you know my name, only my mother calls me Abigail" She sat up; a frozen bag of peas falling to the floor. Looking around the room she was in, she saw it was some sort of office. "Well you just went limp out there and someone suggested that we look in your purse to see if you were allergic to anything." He explained "Your ID was in there and I happened to catch your name." He gave a weak smile. Gail on the other hand was not amused at all; she was angry and felt a total violation of her privacy. Raising her arm quickly she gave the strange Werecat a good slap in the face. His eyes went narrow and he growled at her. "How dare you hit me" he spat back at her, knowing he could never hit a woman unless she wanted him to. "I go through the trouble of trying to help you and you reward me with a slap!" He was thoroughly mad now, as he glared at the beautiful woman before him. "Well it was your fault I fainted in the first place, with your mysterious sexy eyes, and fancy French." She almost yelled, but felt the room to silent to shout. "Me? How could I have not come up to you, your scent was driving me wild; hell it still is. I'm part animal you know" He said waving his tail in the air. Then something changed in Gail, she began to laugh uncontrollably. The anthro was silent, puzzled by what had made a change in her. "What?" He finally asked, but she continued to laugh. He gripped her loosely by the arms making her look at him. A tear rolled down the side of her face, and the room was eerily quiet; only the sounds of their breathing audible. He gently slid one of his hands to her shoulder and then cupped her face; slowly pulling it close to his and kissed the tear that had stopped at her jaw. "I'm sorry that was very forward of me" He said sheepishly releasing her from his grasp. Gail's mind was very clear now, and she began to repair the situation. "I think we started this out wrong" she blushed "okay so maybe good, then bad. Can we forget about all of this, and start over?" He put out his hand for her to shake. "I'm Darian" She shook his hand lightly; as she got up from the chair she was sitting on. "Okay Darian I have groceries to buy and you are going with me." She grabbed for her purse and was out of the office in moments as he followed. Gail's cart was outside the door; she began to push it and continued down the aisles. "So what are we getting today?" He questioned walking in step with her. She thought back to her mental list and all she needed last was milk and eggs. "A few more things" She said picking up a half gallon of milk. "Tell me about yourself." He observed her quietly "What do you want to know?" He inquired "Well, I don't know...anything." She answered unsure "Okay. I'm a Werecat, if you didn't notice, I just moved to the city, I live with my sister, and I find you very attractive." Gail looked back at him and saw that same cheeky grin. "So what about you Miss Abigail" "It's just Gail." She corrected, opening a carton of eggs, checking for cracked ones. "I'm the only daughter of two average humans; I've lived alone in Hyper City for three years. And your cute I'll give you that." She guided the cart into a checkout aisle "Favorite color?" He asked with a smile, unloading the groceries "What are we five?" There was a pause "Green" She looked up at him, watching how his muscles flexed beneath his shirt. "Blue" He said simply "Now ask me something, doesn't matter what." Gail considered what to ask "Will you help me take this back to my apartment?" She paid the cashier and began to gather the bags. "Who could say no to you Gail?" He laughed and picked up the rest of the bags. "Where to femme belle" "What does that even mean?" Her words sounded on the verge of anger, but truthfully his French accent excited her. "It means beautiful woman, and I only say it because it's true." He stopped her, standing before her; his tall broad shouldered body devouring her in his shadow as people rushed by and his tail flicked behind him. The wind picked up and swept her hair onto her shoulders. "I am drawn to you with every fiber of my being; one whiff of your scent drives me wild on an animalistic level, when I look at you I see a vision of beauty, the likes of which that are only ever in my dreams. And if you think I am here to titillate you into bed, you are mistaken, not that I would mind pleasuring you all night." With that he continued walking towards her apartment, following her scent as she followed behind. They arrived moments later; Gail unlocked the door, holding it open for Darian; his hands occupied with bags. He strode into the kitchen, setting down the groceries and looked at her contemplating face. She was leaning against the countertop examining her shoes. Darian stepped closer to her, placing his hands on either side of her, his tail caressing her thigh; as she kept her head down he gently kissed her forehead before asking. "Come on, let's put away the groceries." She looked up at him, his eyes sparkling. "Okay." She said, and began to put the food away, Darian silently joined her; he knew that she needed her space to think things through, a lot had happened. In a few minutes everything was put away and Gail was ready to talk. She sat down on the couch in the living room, patting the cushion next to her, beckoning him to sit with her. "So, where do we take this?" She asked with a sigh, running her hand through her long dark brown hair. "That depends, were do you want to take it?" he said back calmly. "You know that's not an answer. You say you don't just want to have sex with me, so what?" She requested "We do what two normal people do when they are attracted to each other, we date. Is that such a terrible thing? I didn't think I look that terrible." He said while sliding closer to her. "That's something I haven't done in a while." Gail bit her lip a bit ashamed, looking out the window as a bird perched on the sill. "Well, would you like to try with me? I put the seat down, I cook, and I'm pretty sure I could entertain you late at night." He gave a toothy grin and put his arm around her, the hairs on her neck stood up. "You're not going to give up on me are you?" The smile on his face told her the answer was no. "So what now" She questioned "you want to get me out of these clothes?" Sarcasm oozed from her voice as Darian got up. "Mmm, that's a tempting offer darling, but I'm hungry." He leaned in close to her and spoke softly. "I'll go back into the kitchen make us some lunch; you stay here, kick your shoes off, put your feet up, and relax" He surprised her with a soft kiss on the nose, that stunned Gail for a moment. Darian walked off to the kitchen his tail swaying happily behind him, this made Gail smile; she'd never noticed how his tail gave away his emotions so easily. She took off her shoes then stopped herself. 'Why am I doing what he told me to do?' She thought to herself 'I have never been one to take orders. Who is this guy? He's Darian the Werecat!' She rolled her eyes 'Saying it like that makes him sound like some sort of superhero. Well technically he did save me.' She shook her head 'No, he caused that to happen, so it doesn't count. He is making me lunch though, so maybe he deserves some credit.' Gail thought in circles, her feelings clashing with her brain; later she was brought out from her inner battle when an appetizing aroma reached her nose. She rose from her seat and ambled to the source of the scent; her small feet not making a sound on the floor. She quietly sat on a bar-stool by the bar and studied the man before her. His body swayed with a grace she could only hope to attain; every move calculated. He chopped vegetables with quick precise motions, lifted the board and knife sweeping the freshly chopped items into a large pan on the stove which also contained thin slices of chicken. When he swiftly turned around to grab for the bottle of soy sauce, he stopped and noticed that Gail had been watching him. She opened her mouth to speak, but he put a finger to her mouth to silence her; face flush crimson from being caught. "Do you want to help?" He asked her in a whisper, she did not reply; just stood up and walked into the kitchen with him. "I'm making a stir-fry; I wasn't sure what you liked. And you can't go wrong with a stir-fry." He smiled weakly at her, unsure of what she was thinking. Abigail herself didn't know what she was thinking either. A part of her wanted to just watch him cook for her, and the other part wanted to touch him. It was like there were aphrodisiacs in the air; she had the strongest urge to taste his skin, feel his hair run through her fingers, caress his cat-like ears, smell his musky scent that lingered in the air around him. He turned his back to her, attending to the now cooking vegetables in the pan. She stood behind him, reaching out to touch the soft material of his shirt and press her hand against his firm muscles underneath. He acknowledged her touch but did not react to it, and let her continue. With both hands now she traced his shoulder blades and slowly down his back, when she crossed the dip of his spine, he shivered and the hairs on his arms stood up. Gail in turn trailed down his toned arms, feeling the muscles flex as he continued to cook while she explored his body with her eyes and hands. She brought her hands to his ribs, following the natural flow of his person; finding a sex set of six pack abs. Gail continued down until reaching his navel; softly circling it before pulling back and caressing his firm hips, then slipping her hands under his shirt. She felt the warmth of his skin there and drew patterns with her soft fingers; bringing the flesh there to rise with tiny bumps. Darian's tail wrapped itself around her right thigh, caressing closely to her center. Gail pressed her chest to his clothed back, wrapped her arms around his waist and laid her head on his shoulder blade. Listening for his heartbeat beneath but hearing instead a loud purr that came from deep within him. Darian turned the stove off, and moved the pan not wanting it to burn. He placed his hand on hers, slowly turning around to see her face. There was tenderness about her, like the walls she had put up to keep out heartbreak had somehow dissipated. He saw her in her most fragile form; cupped her face in his large hand, gently guiding it to his as he leaned down to her. Their lips mingled together, her arms going around his neck as he reaching down to pick her up. Gail wrapped her legs around his waist, both of his hands supporting her butt. He squeezed the flesh there, feeling her moan into his mouth. Darian lightly bit Gail's lip, pulling it away from her; letting it slide through his teeth before he returned to her mouth. She licked the seam of his lips, when they opened their tongues circled and tasted each other before breaking apart. He set her down on the counter and ran his hands up her thighs, inhaling the soft scent her person. He stopped for a moment, controlling his animalistic lust to look into her eyes and ask "Are you sure?" His voice genuine and eyes filled with need. "Yeah, I'm sure." She replied before she changed her mind about him again. He kissed her softly, taking hold of the bottom of her shirt and slowly bringing it upward. Cold air surged around Gail's stomach and chest; her nipples becoming visibly harder through her thin brassiere. He slid his hands up her flat belly to cup her supple breasts; squeezing and kneading them as he pushed his hardening member against her with more force. Her moans echoed in the open kitchen, arms supporting her weight, head tilted back in enjoyment. Darian kissed her neck, lightly biting the flesh there as he unhooked her bra and licked the bite marks soothingly before dropping the red lace bra onto the floor. He thumbed her erect nipples while sucking on her earlobe as her breathing became uneven and he felt her legs tighten around his hips. With the tip of his tongue he lightly licked her left nipple, bringing the sensitive tan flesh into his mouth; suckling then circling it with his tongue. Gail was chewing on her lip, face scrunched up in what to him seemed like discomfort; he stopped his ministrations. "Are you okay? I can ease off if it's too rough." He said before she gripped the sides of his face and kissed him firmly, pressing her sex into him. "I need you" She stated her face going crimson "please, will you fuck me? I just need you inside me, I don't know why...but please..." Her demands dazed Darian; he had been holding back his animal arousal, and here Gail was flustered, and overcome with need. He only had to think for a moment before springing to action. He kissed her deeply as his fingers were busy undoing her pants. Releasing her lips, he gently lifted her from the counter and pulled down her jeans and panties. Gail stepped out of them in time before he lifted her; she gave a playful squeal as he hoisting her over his shoulder like a primitive caveman bringing home a bride. "Couch" she said "I've got condoms there." Darian wore a devious smile; he firmly slapped her left ass cheek. She gasped but Darian ignored it saying "You bad girl, I'm going to have to punish you." He gave her other ass cheek a good slap and gently set her down on the soft couch. He looked down at her, staring deeply into her eyes. He saw that she was playing along well; she knew he didn't mean to truly harm her. Gail and Darian Ch. 02 Gail watched him get out of his clothes, first off was his shirt which he tossed aside, followed by his pants with an obvious bulge in the front. She was lightly playing with her breasts before him, entirely exposed on the sofa; her legs spread for him to see her wetness glisten in the afternoon light pouring into the room. Finally his boxers came off and Gail gasped as she saw Darian's large member. He chuckled twice before bringing his erection closer to her face; she understood and teasingly licked his mushroom tip with her hot tongue. His knees almost buckled under his weight when she wrapped her puffy lips around him and began to swirl her tongue. She released him, staring up though her dark lashes and licking a drop of precum from his now wet tip. Darian was stiff like iron, he wanted to plow into her at that moment but he was a gentleman. He pulled open a drawer from the coffee table behind him, and found exactly what he was searching for; condoms. Before he began though he felt Gail needed more punishment. He instructed her to turn over, and hold onto the back of the couch. He placed himself behind her, his ragged breath on her neck. With his hand he guided his cock to her wet slit, but did not enter her. He pushed his hips forward and she moaned loudly, he pulled back and her body trembled. "Femme belle," he began, with a sultry voice "I'm going to tease you, just as you teased me with that hot mouth of yours." He forcefully spread her legs wider and stroked her with his erection; she didn't care about his little nickname for her at that moment in time. Before pulling completely away Darian slapped both of her ass cheeks once again, little gasps of pain turned to pleasurable moans. He returned his cock to her juicy folds and stroked them very slowly, forcing her body to twitch. "Please, no more. I don't know how much more I can take." Gail begged, a tear streaming down her face. Darian turned her face to his and kissed the tear away before kissing her lips sweetly. His right hand gripped her left breast and he started to tweak the nipple softly. While his left hand guided his member into her hot treasure slowly, inch by inch; he entered her each one bringing another moan to her lips. He placed both his hands on her hips and began to thrust idly, building up speed and tightening his grip. Gail was panting hard as he thrust into her with more force, pounding into her reddened cheeks. When he stroked her clit in tight little circles, her body went rigid; her vaginal walls clenching firmly around his pulsating blood engrossed cock. As her body milked him, Darian struggled for control; his lips kissed Gail's shoulder blade as he steadily stoked the fire inside her with his member. His hands fondling her chest fully with his palms; her nipples stone hard against his large hands. Gail whimpered with each pass over her stiff nubs, no one had ever paid this much attention to them before and she was in love with every minute of it. She was on fire, without warning she turned around dislodging Darian from within her. Devouring his mouth with a passionate lust; she was far from sated. Gail playfully pushed him down into the soft couch with a devious smile on her face and straddled his hips; kissing him again she pulled his lip into her mouth and caressed it with her tongue. When their kiss broke Darian spoke in a breathy voice "Where have you been all my life?" It was his turn to have a devilish grin; he entered her in one swift motion, and she moaned her delight. Throwing her head back Gail rode Darian's still hard erection enjoying how he filled her; she felt so full with him. Before she could think about it more, he latched his mouth onto her breast and toyed with the hard nipples again. She continued to ride him with ambition, as he stimulated her now very sensitive breasts. Gail had found a fast pace and just the right spot and came hard again. Her screams of ecstasy bounded off the walls of her apartment; lost in her bliss she hardly noticed that Darian had laid her down and he was now on top. When her high had subsided some it occurred to her that he still had not cum; draping one leg over the sofa she widened her legs allowing him better access. Darian gladly accepted and seconds later he quickly jack-hammered into her with all of his force; consumed on his own satisfaction now that she had been pleased. His head at the crook of her neck; his hot panting only excited her more; with a few final long deep strokes he came into the condom with loud grunts. Gail's opening spasming around him again, her pussy squeezing him tightly until she went limp from exhaustion. Darian undraped her leg from the couch and wrapped his arms around her; pulling her into his arms. Laying his head on the spongy soft arm of the sofa, Gail rest her perspired body laying on his while she listened to his heart slow. She lightly dosed off there, tired and fatigued from the workout she just had. A while later they awoke, their stomachs growling to be fed. Gail dressed only in Darian's soft cotton shirt; her round ass peeking out from under the material to show itself for a second before disappearing again. In the kitchen they resumed cooking the chicken stir-fry that had been interrupted. "So who was titillating who, me or you?" Darian laughed, kissing Gail on the head. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A/N: Well, have I satisfied your hunger for these two? I hope so, because I have been working hard at writing and editing. :)