8 comments/ 7529 views/ 20 favorites A Vixen in Crimson Red Pt. 01 By: BashfulGentleman For a special girl in my life. Sorry if the quality is kind of bad, this was written from my phone. ***** It was in a furious haze that I kept my bloodied knuckles under the running water. The altercation which left me in this situation had caused a lot of mental and emotional distress. I had been walking back to my apartment, fumbling with the keys in my hand, when my neighbor, a gorgeous girl I'd been harboring a crush for since she moved in, flew from her front door to the opposite wall with a loud thud. She was clad in a torn shirt and a pair of pajamas. For a second, I stood in shock. Blood was making a small stream down her noze, and one of her eyes was nearly swollen shut. Tears fell from her eyes as she began to stand, at which point the guy she'd been dating stepped through the door and readied another swing. "What the fuck did I tell you!?" he yelled in a sickening fury. She stood and started making her way to the elevator. He'd made to chase after her when I grabbed him by the throat and tossed him to the ground. His body fell in an ungraceful tumble, and I could smell the alcohol emanating from him. In a state of confusion, he stood up and looked around, honing in on me and making a lunge in my direction. At the same time, i swung a punch aimed at his temple and connected, though he knocked me over. Our wrestling had caused quite a commotion, and the old lady across the hall stepped out and grabbed your arm, pulling you into her room. Another punch landed, this time by the drunken asshole with no respect. It caught my cheek, and I retaliated with a cross meeting his jaw, followed by another, and another. I saw red and yelled with blow after blow meeting his chin, "You think it's okay to hit women? How do you like it, you piece of shit?" I threw him to the floor and spat some of the blood leaking from my fat lip. As he was standing up, the cops stepped through the elevator door and commanded us to remain still. The asshole turned and made an attempt to swing at one of them, not really realizing they were cops until he missed. A moment later, he was down on the floor in handcuffs, and the cops made their way towards me. I put my hands up and declared, "I was just trying to help." He grabbed my arm and lowered me to the ground, then cuffed me. "We'll see about that." He said plainly. "Listen, I was walking back to my apartment, and he was attacking the woman who lives next door!" I spoke hurriedly with the adrenaline still running through my system. The old lady across the hall stepped out with my neighbor next to her, wrapped in a blanket and trying to hide her face. "Officer. Officer?" she said, tapping him on the shoulder. The cop turned and looked to find the old lady explaining herself rather rapidly. "You're Meridith, the woman who called us?" asked the cop, taking out his notepad. "I certainly am! And I hope you let that young man up! He was defending this young lady here. That man was throwing her around and hitting her, and if he hadn't stepped in, she might have been seriously hurt!" The cop released me from the handcuffs and walked over to my neighbor. "What's your name?" "...Cassidy Cartwright." "Has this guy ever hit you before?" "No. If I'd known Clarence would hit me, I wouldn't be with him." Clarence yelled in response, "You just wait, bitch! I'll get you good!" The other officer pulled him onto the elevator and they were gone. "And this guy was just helping?" He continued. "Yes." The cop jotted the information down and radioed an ambulance. "Here's what we're going to do. We're going to take you to the hospital and make sure you're alright. If you want to press charges, I'll be able to set that up at the police station after you're checked out. Do you want to press charges?" I watched Cassidy nod and whispered what I assumed to be a yes. My eyes met hers and she looked down in shame. I was happy she wasn't defending that guy. He deserved to sit in jail for a long time for even thinking of hurting her. The cop got my statement, then left after I denied the hospital visit. It was then that I walked back in and ran my knuckles under the cold water as I pulled the rubbing alcohol from the cabinet. After the sting faded from my knuckles, I wrapped them up and got into bed. I couldn't sleep for hours. The pain on my hand and cheek made what happened go through my head again and again. Then, with a final sigh and a thought of her on my mind, I drifted off to sleep. The next few days went by in a silence as I strolled to and from work with my hand in bandages. I didn't see much of Cassidy, other than when I'd see her heading to the elevator as I was coming in. Her trip to the hospital awarded some stitches around her eye, and a sullen look befell her whenever she passed me. She'd stop and turn to me as though she were about to say something, but just kept walking. I started my routine of mentally psyching myself out. I kept beating myself up over not being able to talk to her. After my little 'heroic act' I figured it'd be easier, but in my head, I figured the only times she ever saw me was in a fight and as some quiet weirdo who lived next door to her. I'd never even bothered to learn her name before she said it that night, so I figured my odds were stacked against me. I remained quiet and sat in my room, tapping away mindlessly at my computer, trying to put my book together. But, as would often be the case, thoughts of her ran through my mind. I took out my pen and scrap paper and began writing about her. Nothing I ever did seemed to get her out of my head, but making a few literary works with her as the subject at least helped me concentrate on other things. I would write poems about her. I couldn't really explain why, but something about her charm really captured my thoughts. Something about her enticing brown eyes, that big smile that she'd wear whenever I'd awkwardly tell her jokes while waiting on the elevator. She was stick-thin, and her short brown hair was sometimes covered in a camouflage ball cap, which really went well with the hint of drawl in her voice. I'd seen plenty of girls like her, and country girls weren't usually my type, but, well...I just couldn't tell you. I couldn't tell if it was an air of mystery or just that she was always kind to whomever she was around, but I always seemed to come back to writing about her. I had just finished a short poem about her when I heard a knock on the door. A glance through my peephole revealed Cassidy standing there. I bashfully opened the door and muscled a "Hello." "Hi," she said with a smile, "can I talk to you for a second?" "Y-yeah," I said hurriedly, "come on in." She stepped through at the same time I realized how dirty my dwelling was. Piles of books and dirty clothes sat in random piles around my bed, and the door to my room was wide open. Hollie sat at my table with me opposite of her. I kept averting my eyes whenever I caught myself staring at her. "So um, do you want anything to drink?" "No thank you. I don't think I'll be here that long anyway..." I felt myself getting smaller as I pulled my arms into me and consciously kept myself from crossing them. She continued, "I didn't thank you for saving me. I think a lot of people would have just looked away." "Oh. No-it's nothing. I just couldn't stand by while someone hit a woman...call me old-fashioned." I cut myself off with an awkward half-chuckle. She smiled again. I was awestruck at her radiance, even with the bruises, I could tell she had a wonderful spirit. "But you helped me, and I don't take that lightly. You got hit because of me... I guess I should have seen it coming, though. I have a knack for falling for the wrong type of guy." "There's no way you could've known he'd do that. An asshole is an asshole. Stop blaming yourself. And this?" I pointed to my bruise, "I'm the talk of the town! Nothing to worry about." I made her chuckle and she caught me looking into her eyes before hastily looking away. "So," she continued, standing up, "I hope to see you around, um-what's your name again?" "It's-I-I'm Avry..." I cleared my throat, "I'm Avery." "Nice to meet you. I'm Cassidy." "I know-I mean I overheard you say it before, not that I was trying to listen in or anything. I'm sorry." "You don't have to be so nervous, Avery. Crazy to think someone as brave as you is so quiet." I stammered again, then calmed myself and stood with her. "I'm no hero, but if there's anything else I can do, just let me know. As long as it isn't skydiving. Fuck that." She laughed and opened the door to leave. "I'll keep that in mind, and if there's any way for me to pay you back, tell me. I'll be right next door." She smiled and kissed me on the cheek, then shut the door behind her. I sat back down and kept writing about her. My heart was beating so fast I didn't think I'd get anything done for a week. The next few days went by in a haze of lovestruck wonder on my part. Cassidy had knocked on my door every night since I first let her in. I made an extra effort every day to keep the place tidy, not that she ever complained when it wasn't. We would sit at my table and talk. She'd open up to me and tell me about her problems and her worries, and I'd listen to her intently. I wondered what level of trust she'd have to have for me in order to tell me the things she'd been through. A painful stint during her school years, the worries embedded deep in her soul of knowing she didn't deserve to be loved, and of the guys who'd hurt or taken advantage of her. I almost rose to tears after learning of the people that would bring any harm to such a gorgeous woman, to such a beautiful soul. I tried to tell her about these things on multiple occasions, but all my words failed me in her presence no matter how often I wanted to open up to her. All those thoughts built up on the papers I never had the courage to show her for fear she'd think I was a freak and never want to talk to me again. So, the only thing that escaped my mouth during our conversations were information on my book and a few awkward compliments, which became harder and harder to talk about as she healed. The beauty I remember forming my thoughts about returned with every passing day, and as we got to know each other, I began to fall in love with her. Once more, I sat at my desk writing about her so I could get back to work. This issue of her lodged in my mind had me wishing I could find the courage to ask her out, and how best to go about doing so. As if right on schedule, I heard a knock on my door. This was a different kind of knock, however. It was more rapid, more frantic. I opened the door to her crying. Tears trailed down her cheeks, and she ran into me, wrapping her arms around me and sobbing frantically. I was stunned at first, then I put my arms around her. Her tiny frame all but disappeared into my chest. She squeezed me tighter, and I walked her over to my table, then sat her down and pulled up a chair next to her. When I sat down, she climbed back into my lap and pressed her face to my chest. I could feel wet spots forming on my shirt, and I heard her sobs slowing down. "Cassidy" I said quietly. "It's going to be okay." I gently cupped her chin in my hand and brought her eyes up to meet mine. Her cheeks were red and wet, and her eyes were filled with a scared sadness I'd seen before when she talked about all she'd been through. It was a look I wished she never had to have again. She stifled a sob and leaned on my shoulder. "They're letting him out. He made bail, and he told me he was going to come after me." I held her closer to me and whispered "It's going to be okay, Cas." "It's not! His brother is a cop. He probably pulled some strings with...wait, no. I'm not dragging you into that. They said...they said the best I could do was get a restraining order. He isn't being held anymore, and he knows where my mom lives. I don't know where else to go." I felt the woman I loved cry in my arms, and I had to do something. "You can stay here if you don't feel safe. I'll give you a spare key, and if you feel like you're in danger, you can just come in here any time you want. I know it's not much, but if it helps, you're welcome here anytime." Cassidy sat up and sniffled. Her grip loosened on me. "You'd do that for me?" "Of course I would. I...I...care about you a lot." "Okay. I'll grab some things to leave over here. I can sleep on the couch and I'll try to stay out of your way." "There's no way you'd ever be in the way." She stood up and grabbed onto my arm. "Will you wait outside my door?" I followed her out and waited outside her door. I heard a set of country music songs playing through the door as I waited. After awhile, she emerged from her apartment with a basket full of laundry (skimpy half shirts and short shorts, for lounging around, I guessed) as well as a phone charger and some toiletries. So it probably wasn't going to be exactly the same as her coming over every day, but I couldn't be happier, nonetheless. A few times within the next few months, I came home to find her asleep on my couch, curled up in a blanket and sleeping serenely. The first morning after she came over was a big surprise because I wasn't aware she walked around in her underwear. I'd forgotten she was there and strolled out of my room groggily. I had a change of clothes thrown over my shoulder and lazily plotted a course for the bathroom. The moment I opened the door, I felt paralyzed. She was wearing a pair of cheekys, and had bent over to pick something up. I usually was able to look away, but the sight of her butt left me in shock. Time seemed to stand still as I stood there admiring her legs, leading up to the feminine curve of her butt and her waist. I remained unmoving as she stood and raised her arms behind her head, stretching in a yawn. I begged my muscles to move or at least say something, but nothing would comply. In the process of her yawn, I looked over her tattoos. My favorite was her back tattoo, a strange black and green circle I at first thought was a Sun, but at second glance was made up of a strange sort of scribbling text I didn't know the language for. I'd never been able to get a good look at them before. The muscles in her back relaxed as she turned to me in one quick motion. "Oh. Good mornin' Avery. I didn't know you were up. Sorry if I woke you." No words emerged, but I did realize my mouth was open. I shut it, but I couldn't stop looking at her. This queen stood before me for mere seconds, but I felt as if I were in this state for hours. Her bra was relatively thin, and I could make out the outline of her nipples beneath it. Were they pierced? She rested her hand on her hip and took a step toward me with that perfect, radiant smile. "Avery? Are you alright?" "Y-yeah. I just...yeah-no I'm fine. You're um-wow. I'm just going to shake a tower-ta-take a shower...Excuse me." I moved past her and shut the door behind me with a relieved sigh. I took a step toward the shower and suddenly became aware of my raging, and very obvious, erection. My pajamas were almost coming off my waist with the force of it. Did she see it? I felt so embarrassed. At least if she did, I could shrug it off as morning wood, but I don't think it was possible she didn't notice. I tried to move past it and took a cold shower that morning. Maybe the bitter cold water could wash the thought of her from my anatomy. It worked that day, but I had to learn to hide myself if she was around. On another note, the nights she didn't stay over, we would still hang out. The time I spent talking with her made me forget all the pain that would normally keep me up at night. Sometimes, we'd go out, I won't say on dates, but we'd go eat or to the movies, and I would not be able to stop myself from talking. That was an experience I wasn't familiar with. She changed me, bringing out everything good in my life... I fell in love with everything about her, and my head told me it would only end in disaster. I would sit down to write and convince myself she could never love me. I took out a piece of paper and wrote a note to myself that all my poems about her, and anything I could dream up on these pages would never come to fruition. For a week, I kept that page on top of the stack as a sad reminder. On the top I wrote, "Stop Dreaming" I hadn't had a sleepless night like that since the day I saved her. I got the call early in the morning. I had just gotten up, and Cassidy hadn't stayed the night. I walked around the house with my phone all but glued to my ear in excitement. A 45 minute phone call might have just changed my life for the better. I finished getting ready to the tune of the country music I could hear playing through the wall. It sounded like Cassidy was up, and I couldn't wait to tell her the great news. I threw together my suitcase and walked out the door with my tie still in a mess. I knocked on Cassidy's door, and seconds later heard the music shut off. When she answered, she saw me standing in a suit and tie and leaned on the door jokingly. "Oh, are we going somewhere fancy for breakfast?" Once again, I averted my eyes from her and answered. "Very funny. I'm coming by to let you know I'm going to be out of town for a few days." "Oh, what happened?" "Well, my publisher company got bought out, and through a legal process gained the rights to...the point is, they are offering me a lot more money to stay on writing for them. I just got the call. I need to be there to renegotiate. My plane leaves in a few hours." I stopped talking frantically when Cassidy suddenly reached out and hugged me. "That's great news! We should celebrate when you get back!" We broke the hug, but her hands lingered on my shoulders for just long enough for me to realize a difference in the way she touched me. Could she like me? No...not me. "Well, Mr. Rockefeller, if you're going to get a raise, you shouldn't leave until your tie is fixed." I looked into her eyes while she wasn't paying attention. Her slender fingers worked their magic at my neck, fixing my tie while I was transfixed on her gorgeous brown eyes. When she finished, she looked back up at me and caught me staring. "I should...probably get going. The traffic is going to be terrible today." "Bye, Ave!" "Bye, Cassidy. Oh, and you're still welcome at my place while I'm gone." Once again, she leaned in without warning and placed a kiss on my cheek. "For luck." She said. "I...thank you." I ran to the elevator and watched as she waved from her door. While the elevator closed, I knew I was lucky. Because the most amazing girl in the world had given me a kiss. I'd called my friend to go check up on Cassidy, and he told me nothing seemed to be wrong every day. I didn't want to take chances with that maniac on the loose. I still got mad at the thought of him. I was worried. Not about my book deal. That went swimmingly. I was going to get at least twice as much as I'd originally thought when I got it published. But still, I was worried. I was worried because I'd left my plethora of thoughts about Cassidy sitting out on my desk with the hopeless note sitting on top. I left in such a rush that I forgot all about it, and I wasn't sure if she would go in my room without me there. Would she sleep on my bed if I were gone? If she did, my big secret would be sitting a few feet away from her. I couldn't stand it. I sat on a plane for hours on end with that sense of dread running through my mind. The object of all my desire was pretty much my roommate, and I'd made a mistake that could ruin that. A Vixen in Crimson Red Pt. 01 I was so scared of losing her, I came on the verge of having an anxiety attack on the plane. The only thing that calmed me down was the vision of her sleeping, snuggled and quiet and unaware of my affections. When I landed, it was 8:00pm. In the spoke of my career, I had everything I could hope for going right, but the moment I turned my phone on, I saw that I'd received a few texts. One from my friend asking me to call for a ride after I landed. The other two texts were from Cassidy. -I found your papers- -come home. now.- I fell to my knees. "FUCK!" I yelled right outside the airport. Everybody turned to look at me. I ignored their remarks, especially the ones from the family desperately trying to cover their children's' ears before they heard anymore profanity. I called my friend and told him to hurry. I stood outside the door, waiting with anxiety at what awaited me inside. Cassidy wasn't in her apartment, I had already checked. If she read everything I put on those pages...she would never want to see me again. I imagined her leaving and never contacting me again. It hurt, but I had anticipated it would happen anyway. Better sooner than later I guess. I tried to remember the kiss on my cheek. That was going to be the last time she was happy to see me. I turned my key in the door and stepped in. All the lights were off except for the lamp in my room. It suddenly felt a lot more quiet. My steps, though timid, sounded like thunder in the quiet and dark. No words came to mind. If felt odd not being able to think of what to say to her. I stepped into the room with my head hanging low. "Cassidy?" Her appearance surprised me as always, but I couldn't admire her this time. She was in my bed wearing black panties with blue trim, and a thin pink sweater covered her arms, which were wrapped around a stack of papers and held tightly to her chest. Her eyes welled up with tears, and she sat up, looking at me. "All these stories, Avery...All these poems." "I'm sorry, Cas. I had to do something. I don't even have an excuse. I just...I knew you'd never want to be with me, so I wrote about you." Cassidy stood up and walked over to me. Her eyes were filled with pity, with disappointment. It hurt knowing I made her feel like that. "Avery. Why?" I looked down. It was difficult keeping eye contact while I spoke to her. "I never wanted you to see them, I promise. I know it's weird and creepy, but I...I've never been in love before, so I didn't know what to do." I stepped toward the corner and faced her. "You can leave. I understand. I won't stop you and If you want me to, I'll never call you again." She stepped closer to me. "No, Avery. You don't understand...I want to know why you didn't tell me. I thought you didn't like me. I thought...I thought everything I did was in vain, and nobody as kind and caring as you would ever want a broken wretch like me. But this...this is the sweetest thing I've ever heard." She pulled my paper on top and ripped it to shreds. "And this is the biggest fucking lie I have ever seen!" She threw the shreds of paper on my bed and set my other papers down on my desk. "I want you to take me, and I want you to do it on top of all the lies that deserve to be proven wrong." I stood in shock of what I'd just heard. I'd never expected this. All my thoughts of her leaving were replaced by thoughts of her grabbing the sheets and screaming in pleasure. I couldn't stop shaking. She bent down in front of me and slowly rolled down her panties, looking back at me to make sure I was enjoying the show. I took a long look at her legs and moved up to her bare butt, sitting beautifully before me. I caught a glance of metal when I peeked between her thighs. I had to remember to breathe, and my erection was painfully pressing against my slacks. Cassidy turned to me with a devilish grin and grabbed my hand which wouldn't stop shivering. "Will you help me with my sweater, Avery? I think it may be getting hot in here." I muscled out a weak "yes" and timidly grabbed the bottom. My hands brushed against her skin. It felt so smooth, so inviting. Cassidy took my hands in hers and looked me right in the eye. Using my hands, she lifted her sweater up, pressing my hands over every addictive inch of her skin, and stopping when they reached above her breasts. I was right about her nipples being pierced. I stared at them, then instinctively looked away. "No," she said, pulling my chin up to meet her, "I want you, to look, Avery. I want you to see everything without being ashamed." I leaned in and kissed her passionately. Our tongues met, and my hands squeezed at her breasts, flicking at her cute pink nipples with my thumbs. I felt her release a surprised moan in our kiss. When we released our mouths, I pulled the sweater over her head and discarded it with her panties. I was shaking even more now. The girl of my dreams stood in front of me, stark naked in the dim light of my room, all but begging me to fuck her. Cassidy sat on the bed after brushing a few shreds of paper aside. "Is this anything like you imagined when you'd masturbate to me?" she said with a smile. "Actually, I never did that. I mean, I wanted to a lot of times but I felt like it was disrespectful or something...I don't know." She looked up at me and crossed her legs, placing her hands on her knees in a mock innocence, which I found extremely sexy. "Well, I hope you don't think I'm rude, but every day you weren't here, I would lay down in this bed and play with my clit until I came, all while thinking of you." I swallowed audibly. "Wow" was all I could muster. Cassidy motioned with her finger for me to come closer, and I obliged. Her fingers began working on my zipper, and I could feel my cock flexing toward her. "Looks like he's eager to get out." She said playfully. Her hands swiftly unbuttoned my slacks and pulled them to the ground with my boxers. My cock, fully erect, sprang up and nearly hit her in the face. She took it in her hand and stroked it over, feeling the thickness and length as her soft tender hands moved along it. She gave it a quick kiss, and looked up at me. I knew what was coming next, so I warned her. "Cassidy, I've never done...anything like this before. I'm probably not going to last long." I said nervously. She slid the head on her lips and into her mouth, then released it with a little *pop*. "That's okay. We have plenty of time." Her mouth wrapped around my length, and I almost lost control of my knees. The wetness and warmth of her mouth was unlike anything I had felt before. I placed my hand on her shoulder for balance. I could feel my pre-cum snake out of my tip. Cassidy didn't stop. I felt her tongue sliding alongside my shaft as it moved in and out of her mouth. My hand moved to the back of her head, and pushed her closer to my base. I didn't want this feeling to stop. Cassidy moaned and groaned, sending tickling little vibrations all over me. I kept shaking, and I felt like it would never stop until... "Cassidy? Cas, I'm going to cum. I-oh fuck." She looked into my eyes, and, unmoving, sucked on my cock with as much force as she could muster. Her hand worked circles at the base, and her eyes, those gorgeous brown eyes I so often wrote about, didn't look away from me as my entire body flexed and rope after rope of sticky hot cum fired into her mouth, into her throat. I again had to keep my balance on her shoulders. When I'd stopped convulsing, I collapsed on the bed, my heart beating in my chest to the point it was nearly audible. "Did you like that?" Cassidy asked, licking up the last remnants of my orgasm. "Yes. I don't think I can stand right now." "Well I'll give you a second because," she leaned in to whisper in my ear, "you made me very wet." I felt my cock spring up again. Her hands glided over it, and my adrenaline got going all over again. I kissed her. My hand reached around her back and pulled her toward me. I explored her skin a little more than before, running my hands over her slowly, hearing every moan as I squeezed at her breast and cupped her butt in my hand. A few seconds later, my hands rested on her knees, and I moved myself on top of her. I didn't have any experience in the situation other than imagining what I'd do if given the chance, but I could feel haer telling me to go for it. I unbuttoned and tossed my shirt aside, standing naked over this glorious goddess. I kissed at her neck, leaning down had brushed my hard cock over the moist wetness between her legs, and she let out a little moan. It was a sensation I wanted more of later. I kissed at her chest, feeling the cool metal of her piercing as my tongue ran over her amber pebbles. I squeezed and nibbled at them. Her skin had an addictive smoothness I couldn't stop admiring. my tongue traced the outline of her entire breast, and my kisses encircled every sweet spot of her softness. I moved to the other breast, but this time, rested my hand on her thigh. Cassidy jumped a little at the surprise, but setted and released her breaths seductively as she arched her back at my motions. As I kissed at her skin, my hand would sneak closer to her folds and tease at them with my fingers, then I'd pull away and place my hand back on her knee. This little game went on for awhile, then I moved down to her naval. I kissed at the piercing before me while my hands traced her sides. Her moans reassured me I was on the right track, and I was starting to like the taste of her metal in my mouth. Cassidy's breathing became the rhythm for my song, and every touch of my lips to her skin added a new note. The symphony of her moans and mewls continued quietly as my kisses travelled lower. With my firm hold on her hips, I felt every twitch of muscle as I grew closer to her core. Her moans almost seemed to beg me to press my lips to her clit, but I waited. I leaned back and placed my hands on her thighs, spreading them so I could get a better look. I could feel myself start to shake again at what I saw. In the lamplight, I gazed upon her cute pink flower. Its petals glistened with wetness, and I was eager to taste the piercing jutting out of her clit. I couldn't believe this was happening. I glanced up at Cassidy, the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. This goddess remained in open splay for my admiration of her heavenly body, with her smile at me confirming her perfection. One of my hands reached under her, taking ahold of her soft butt, and holding her in place. I felt her raise up at my touch, and I saw her hip buck involuntarily in anticipation. "Is something wrong?" She asked, making to cover herself. I stopped her and said in awe, "No. You're just so beautiful." I leaned forward and nudged her thigh out of my way. I stood in curiousity as my fingers traced her outline. I played and spread her folds, occasionally sliding my finger over her clit just to hear another miniature gasp. I tasted at her folds, my tongue clumsily poking at her, but causing her moans to intensify. The taste of her sent my shaking over the edge to the point that my fingers began twitching and applying little bits of pressure on their own. I pulled my other hand from under her, brushing against her cute little asshole and causing a quick rise in the pitch in her moans. I felt Cassidy's thighs flex, and I decided I'd teased her enough. I gently circled her clit with the tip of my tongue. Her hand affectionately ran through my hair, and I could see her other hand tweaking at her nipple. The taste of her, and her piercing once more sent a fire through my body. I had to shimmy back when my erection unexpectedly made contact with the cold metal bedframe, but I didn't stop. Her back arched as I continued, running the sides and underside of my tongue over her rosy pink clit and her mewls and flinches became a little more intense. I decided to occasionally brush my finger her entrance every once in awhile. Her breathing turned sporadic, and I heard her sweet voice calling out affirmations between her moans. "Yes, Avery!" I heard my name in her throes of passion in my dreams before, but hearing them from her own lips caused something primal to occur. I kept still as best I could and pressed my lips over her clit, holding her piercing between my lips while my tongue flicked at her. My finger slid in and out of her fervently while my thumb traced a circle around her ass. Before long, her hips began to flex, and her legs wrapped around me, pulling me toward her as she moaned with great intensity and grabbed at the sheets. I sucked at her clit as she moaned, trying to mouth the words, "I-I'm c-c-...oh fuck..." I reached my arm over her and held her in place throughout her orgasm. My mouth pressed tight over her pussy, feeling every pulse going through her body as she moaned, riding the waves of her ecstasy. I rested happily between her legs until her flexing stopped, and she turned over on her side, her breathing calming as I climbed beside her. I laid with her curled beside me. My hand gently stroked her cheek, and she kissed me sweetly. "I love you, Cassidy." She sat there quietly, looking into my eyes. I pulled her to me and felt her heart beating on my side. I saw tears welling up in her eyes, and I kissed them away as they fell. "What's wrong?" She quietly looked away from me and spoke almost in a whisper. "Somebody once told me I'd never find somebody who loved me because I'm..." Cassidy stopped again and I climbed over her. She still rested on her side, and I kissed her tears again. "Cassidy? I want you to listen to me." The love of my life turned her head to face me. In the light, I saw her anew, a truly heavenly gift sent into my life. I wanted her to be my everything. "I love you, Cassidy. You are all I can think of in my life, and you have brought me back from the darkest places without ever knowing you did." I kissed another tear. "You're beautiful." Another tear met my lips "You're the kindest, most generous soul I have ever met." I kissed one last tear falling. "And I want you to be mine." Hollie rested back on her pillow and curled her knees up to her chest. On her side, she kissed me and took my hand. "I love you, too." My fingers intertwined with hers as I rested my other hand on her side. I traced my hand over her breast, then I caressed her side, down her hip, and brought my hand to a stop right over her thigh. I held tightly and gently pushed my cock into her. With every inch sinking into her moist tunnel, I let out an audible gasp at the feeling. Her tightness opening for me while she squeezed my hand. Cassidy brought her free hand up behind her pillow and grabbed it tightly, the soft light illuminating an open mouth breathing pleasure as she got used to me inside her. I pushed more in, causing me to shake a little more, but I tried to keep it under control while sharing this moment with her. She started to open her legs in response to my advancement, but I pressed down on her thigh. I wanted to watch her cum in the position in which she first confessed her love for me. When I was inside her, buried to the hilt, her hand squeezed tightly to mine such that it left marks. I leaned down and once more whispered, "I love you, Cassidy, with everything I am." I flexed my cock inside her, feeling her walls slide over my rock-hard erection. I began slowly pulling away, then pressing back into her. My head spun with the feeling. I wanted more. I wanted to take her, ravage her, but I waited. I rocked my hips to and away from her, sweetly making love to this damsel in distress. Her eyes were closed, tightening whenever I pushed into her, moaning softly and holding tightly to her pillow. I began to feel a rythym with her moans, rolling her hips on my cock when I rested to watch her expression. Her noises became louder, more urgent with each push into her wanting womanhood. "Avery?" She said softly. "Yeah babe?" "I want you to fuck me." I stopped moving and started shaking again. "What?" I said, wanting to hear her say it again. "I said, I want you to fuck me. Your dick feels so good. I want you to fuck me." I oblidged, picking up the pace and pressing deeper into her, harder. Her eyes shut again, and her moans turned to screams. I held her down to my bed, not allowing movement unless it was from me. I pounded her, feeling my wet cock catch glimpses of cool air when I pulled out of this screaming vixen begging me for more. I pulled away from her and turned her over, knocking her to her knees. Part of me couldn't believe what I was doing, but I lined up my cock at her entrance and stared at her back. That tattoo covered a gorgeous display, and I traced my sight to her beautiful backside. My hands tightened firmly on the thighs, and I pulled her onto me. I heard her moans. They were the driving force behind my cock thrashing her, pressing her onto me while I slid in and out of her. Her screams of ecstasy lined the room, and turned chopped with my cock slamming into her with force. Cassidy suddenly stopped moving and collapsed onto the bed, writhing in a display of her orgasm. I felt her tight pussy flexing, and saw her body viciously spasm as I continued to fuck her senseless. She let out a few more spasms before I couldn't hold it in anymore. I emptied inside her. My legs seized up, and I pulled away slowly. My head was spinning as spurts still fired from my cock, making a few sticky globs of cum land on the Sun covering her back. I collapsed next to her, our legs entangled and our arms locked in one another's embrace. She looked in my eyes and mouthed 'i love you' before falling asleep. A few moments later, I followed suit. I dreamt she left me all night, but would wake up to that sweet face sleeping in front of me. And for the first time in my life, I thought I'd never have to be alone again.