BEAST

  Ashleigh’s mouth turned as dry as the Sahara desert as she stared at Christopher.

  “…she don’t fade…”

  She was frozen and the world seemed to stop, and all there was was this man singing this particular song to her—this song of all songs; from a movie that defined her life.

  “…Ain't it just like rain. And love is only heaven away…”

  Ashleigh leaned forward and placed her lips on his. This man was her soul mate. This was the man of her dreams. This is the man that she had been waiting for.

  There was no doubt in her mind. She wanted Christopher to be hers.

  His hand moved up to cup her face at the same time that he drew in a surprised breath. He returned her kiss but then leaned back slightly to look at her. Ashleigh’s eyes stared deeply into his and he saw nothing there but desire. He pulled the guitar strap from around his neck and placed it on the floor and then urgently pulled her back to his lips.

  “Ashleigh…” He sighed. His heart felt like it would explode from his chest.

  She drew back slightly and he died a little until he felt the warm tip of her tongue tracing his lips and his body surged! He didn’t move, just allowed her to explore his lips with her soft tongue. Finally he met her tongue with his own. She sighed and it was almost his undoing.

  He was kissing Ashleigh.

  He captured her lower lip and then released it long enough to slip his tongue between her lips. Gently but insistently he began to explore her warm mouth. He had never done this before. He had never done anything remotely close to this. But he allowed his instincts to take over, as well as his need to taste her.

  Christopher’s mouth and lips against hers caused her body to warm, her skin ultra sensitive to his every move. Ashleigh’s arms went around his neck and she felt Christopher begin to tremble. He pulled away from her and pressed his forehead against hers as he tried to catch his breath. She kissed his face, her lips moving along each line, each ridge, each crevice. She kissed his eyelids and the tip of his nose and then she rose up to kiss his brow and the scar on his forehead.

  Christopher could barely catch his breath. His big hands rested on her hips and each kiss of her lips felt like the healing touch of an Angel. When she finished kissing him she hugged him, her head falling to his shoulder.

  Christopher’s arms went around her possessively, holding her tightly against him. He knew that he was holding her tightly, maybe even too tightly. But he couldn’t help himself. He just couldn’t let her go.

  “Hmm.” Ashleigh sighed in perfect contentment. “It feels so good with your arms around me like this.” She felt him shift his position and then he was looking down at her face where it was now against his chest. She felt his fingertips tracing her face, running along the bridge of her nose and then over the cleft in her lip.

  “Your lips are so perfect.” He said softly. And then she felt his soft mouth kissing her lightly. “You are so damn beautiful…”

  She opened her eyes and gave him a serious look. “Christopher…you are the one that’s beautiful.” She lifted her head. “And not just on the inside. You’re beautiful on the outside, too. To me…you’re perfect.”

  She could see several emotions move across his face before his eyes half closed and his light eye lashes created a frame through which she could see the eyes that she loved so much. And they watched her with a little bit of trepidation.

  “You say that to me…and if you’re not careful you might end up stuck with me.” It was a warning.

  “You’re making this difficult.” Her eyes never moved from his face. “I think that’s what I’m trying to tell you. I want to be stuck with you.”

  Christopher surprised her by sitting up and gently pushing her back, but he did place his hands carefully on her shoulder. His expression was very serious as he studied her eyes.

  “Ashleigh, Sweetheart, I can see myself falling head over heels in love with you. And if you don’t think that you can feel the same way for me than please tell me now because I absolutely cannot be the only one that feels this way—”

  “I absolutely feel the same way.”

  He stopped the smile that was about to spread across his face and his brow gathered. “And your ex? What about him? Because a week ago you said you still loved him…and if you do, I get that-”

  “But he came over the other day.” Christopher’s jaw clenched tensely. Already he felt protective of her. “I thought about it, about getting back with him. But when he touched me I finally realized that I was just in love with…the memory of loving him. I don’t feel anything for him anymore; not love, not even anger.” Ashleigh frowned slightly. “I never told you this because…it would make me seem really stupid. But my ex married another woman while we were dating.” She looked down at her hands feeling her face flame. She felt Christopher’s fingers beneath her chin and he made her look at him.

  “Why would that make me think less of you? He was the fool.”

  She met his eyes sincerely. “I was the fool. I thought that because I was fat, that I couldn’t ever have the man of my dreams. And I let him cheat on me…and every time he did, it picked away at something in me and made me feel less. And then I felt like I needed someone like him to make me feel good enough.” She placed her hand on his. “But you make me feel good enough no matter how I look.”

  “I think you’re beautiful, even before you lost weight I thought that.” He finally smiled. “And I don’t care about the stupid people in the world! Sweetheart, you are all mine.” He pulled her into his arms and kissed her passionately. My girl, he thought. My baby. Mine.

  Christopher and Ashleigh kissed and when they got tired or out of breath they would stare at each other and talk in whispers about matters of the soul; whether it was youth, movies, or soft words of love, whatever was in their souls. Then they would kiss again until Christopher pulled back, cleared his throat and looked suddenly nervous.

  “Ashleigh, will you stay with me tonight?”

  She ran her fingers along the back of his massive hand and felt him shiver. Oh, I’m such a slut…

  “Yes.”

  His heart was pounding when he pulled her into his arms and hugged her…a bit more gently this time. He placed a kiss on her forehead and then took her hand and led her to his bedroom.

  “I need to use the bathroom.” She paused when they reached the bathroom.

  “You can use the one in my room.” She followed him not realizing that he had an ensuite bath. Christopher turned on the light in the bedroom now that it was night. And then he led her to the closed door of the private bath.

  She looked around in awe. The large bathroom was masculine with brown marble counters, gold fixtures and chocolate and tan walls. There was a stand-alone shower and another huge bathtub, this one a Jacuzzi tub. Again his counter was bare of anything except in this case, a soap dispenser and a matching tooth brush holder containing one toothbrush. She already had plans to add her own.

  While she used the bathroom, Christopher used the other. Maggie had come out from hiding and followed at his feet back to the bedroom. He stopped at the door and picked her up, giving her a quick rub under her chin.

  “No, you can’t come in tonight, Mags. And you’re going to have to warm up to my girlfriend.” He whispered the last before letting her back down to the floor and closing the bedroom door. Ashleigh came out of the bathroom then and met Christopher’s eyes shyly. She’d taken her insulin before leaving the house and was okay until morning when she would need her first dose of the day.

  He came forward and took her hand. “I have…a condom in my wallet. But it’s probably so old-”

  “I’m on the pill.”

  He looked deeply into her eyes at the trust she was showing him. “I’m regularly tested because of the military so I’m about as clean as clean can be.” She nodded, satisfied.

  He led her to the bed and began pulling down the covers. She helped. They were on opposite sides of the bed watching each o
ther when it was all done. Christopher reached down and swept off his shirt. Ashleigh’s lips parted. She’d never seen him without a shirt. The pale skin of his chest was dotted with freckles and a sparse covering of red hair. She’d never seen red chest hair before and felt an urge to reach out and run the palms of her hands over it.

  She pulled off her polo shirt and carefully placed it on the end of the bed. She was wearing the black nylon bra that she’d just bought and the sheer material tinted the image of her nipples and aureolas. Christopher’s eyes moved from one breast to the other and she felt her nipples harden beneath his gaze. He groaned softly and hesitantly began to undo his jeans. When he pulled them off his boxer briefs outlined a magnificently thick and hard penis that curved across his body.

  Ashleigh could hardly breathe. She had never seen a man built so perfectly! An auburn trail ran from his belly button down to his briefs, a bit darker than the hair on his chest. She swallowed and unbuttoned her jeans. She had never liked this part; when she had to get undressed in front of DeAngelo and she would imagine that he wished she was someone else…

  Christopher’s cock jumped when Ashleigh came out of her jeans. She; with her toasty brown skin and the black see-through nylon underwear that showed her hardened nipples. And when she was just down to panties and he could see that she was hairless and the slight impression of her slit, he could honestly wait no longer. He moved to the bed and she followed, about to reach behind herself to undo the bra but he stopped her hand. He didn’t want her to remove the enticing material. The two of them knelt on the bed facing each other and Christopher ran his hands up her sides until his thumb was level with her breasts. He allowed them to gently stroke her dark, raised flesh and then he gave in to his desire and leaned down and kissed each hardened nylon covered tip.

  Ashleigh’s body arched forward and she gasped, a quiet moan escaping her lips. Christopher pulled back enough to examine her now wet nipple through the nylon. He used his finger to lightly tease it, watching as it grew even harder and rose even more. Ashleigh groaned low and long when his mouth covered her again and he sucked the nipple gently into his mouth.

  “Oh god…” She cried softly. He moved to the other and repeated it while his hands travelled up her thigh. Ashleigh had wanted to touch his chest for so long and now she could. She ran her hands over his hard pecs and the little bit of hair caused her palms to tingle. His chest was hard and soft, especially when he flexed a muscle. As he continued to kiss and suck her nipple, Ashleigh let the tips of her fingers move down and across his abdomen.

  His hands began to tremble again and he paused in his nipple sucking to take a deep breath. He glanced down taking note of her light brown hands and the way it contrasted with his much paler stomach. He suddenly looked up and sought her lips. He would never tire of kissing this woman. He placed a gentle hand behind her head holding her in place as he urgently kissed her.

  Her hand dipped lower, finding his hard shaft straining against the material of his briefs. She stroked his length, amazed at how long he was. How many inches had it taken for her fingers to finally reach the flair of his tip? Ten? More?

  Christopher’s body jerked when he felt her fingers against his shaft, and his mouth parted as he panted and tried to catch his breath. Ashleigh continued to kiss his opened mouth even when he groaned softly at her touch. Her fingers stroked him repeatedly and his own hand moved between her legs, seeking the warm place where her thighs met.

  He lightly touched her nylon covered sex. It was wet. With a loud groan he sunk down onto the bed and kissed a rapid path down her belly until his head was buried between her legs. Ashleigh heard her own low moan. She quickly came up on her elbows and she spread her legs for him. She felt him lathe kisses across her mons and breathing became a task.

  “Christopher!” She screeched when she felt his tongue tracing a path along her sensitive slit. At the sound of her cry he hooked his hands beneath her and pulled her closer. And then she felt him sucking her through the nylon and she fell back; arching, her legs splayed apart. She gripped his head, holding him in place and thrust upward, rolling her hips against his mouth and tongue.

  Christopher lapped at her delicious fountain. He’d never tasted a woman but her juices combined with the aroma of her sex turned him mindless. He tugged her panties aside and saw her perfectly hairless pussy and lips, glistening with their intermingled juices and he allowed his mouth to fall onto her again. This time his tongue found her clit and he favored it lovingly as if it was his own special prize.

  Ashleigh tried to cry out but couldn’t find her breath, her eyes rolled and her mouth was opened in a silent scream. He ate her like a man that loved it, not like a man mindful of bringing her to orgasm. And because of that he was bringing her too quickly. However, she wasn’t of a mind to stop him. Her head went back and she screamed her explosion of ecstasy as she pulled his face deeply against her, her hips rolling against his wonderful mouth and tongue.

  “Christopher Christopher Chrissss….! Cummingggg! Oh GOD BABY!”

  He only pulled her closer, working her rapidly, pushing her over and over. When her body finally went limp, he pulled her hairless pussy lips into his mouth one last time and then placed a kiss on them before moving up the bed. He wiped his mouth on the back of his arm and then pulled Ashleigh against his chest. She went with absolutely no resistance, her half closed eyes appeared glazed.

  He pressed kisses against her forehead and she snuggled against him. “Mmmm that felt so good Christopher.” She rubbed her hand over his chest and then down further where she wrapped her fingers around his stiff shaft. He gasped and tensed. Her fist moved up and then down. He was incredibly hard. As she looked down she noted the skin covering his penis was red and lined in veins.

  Ashleigh wanted to see him and came up and took in the sight of her brown fingers wrapped around his ‘pole’. She’d never been this close to a white man’s penis. His was pale skin combined with reds and pinks where she was used to brown skin combined with purples and black.

  She leaned forward anxiously and swiped her tongue across the mushroom top, tasting his slick precum. She swirled her tongue around it as she gripped him in her fist.

  He bucked his hips. “Ash!” He cried out loudly. And then it was his turn to throw his head back as his mouth flew open in a breathless yell. He clutched the sheets instead of her head and tried to control his movement. Christopher felt her warm mouth gliding down his length and he fought to keep his hips from slamming forward.

  “Ohhhh Ashleigh!” He yelled. He bit his lip and finally gripped her head, his fingers burying into her hair. Ashleigh had never put anyone into her mouth quite this long and she felt herself gagging several times to her chagrin. She had always prided herself on knowing how to please her man. She wanted Christopher to never ever think of another woman’s mouth on him. She doubled her efforts, working her fists up and down the portion of his shaft that her mouth would not reach. She sucked and lapped and teased with her tongue, reveling in Christopher’s responsive cries and groans of pleasure.

  “Mmmm, you like it, baby?” She crooned as she popped his mushroom shaped tip in and out of her mouth.

  “Oh god Ashleigh, YES! Please don’t stop…”

  She pushed her mouth down over him as far as she could and he was literally partially down her throat. She cupped his testicles as she came up for air. Her effort was rewarded with a strangled cry of pleasure from Christopher. She felt his hands on her shoulders and he was pulling her up.

  “I need to cum!”

  “Cum in my mouth-” She said as he continued to pull her up.

  “No, inside of you!” He pushed her gently onto her back and covered her with his hard body. She had time to hope that he knew what to do with that big hard thing of his…otherwise it could really hurt, but then he was slipping it gently into her slick opening. She was swollen from her recent climax and he felt very big, but he slid into her carefully, though he didn’t pause not until he was
fully inside.

  Once inside Christopher rolled his pelvis against her, creating a delicious friction that made her gasp as the pleasure fully awakened in her once again. The combination of his thick girth stretching her, and the friction of his pelvis rubbing her caused her to whimper and clasp her legs around his rock hard body.

  Christopher concentrated on anything but the explosion building in his loins. “Ashleigh! I’m going to cum…!”

  He pulled out of her slightly and then pushed back inside, repeating the move again and again and then he felt her fingers digging into his shoulders and he fought not to climax until she did. Please, baby, cum now…cum now…He thought.

  Ashleigh screeched and her legs tightened around him as her body clenched like a fist around his shaft obliterating any remaining restraint that he had. His body pumped fast and hard as he orgasmed. When the first shot of semen left his body, he keened out something that was a mixture of her name and an animal wail.

  His pumping hips finally slowed. He could feel the semen that he’d just so recently deposited inside of her gliding out to pool along the bed sheet. He was too weak to do anything about it. When he collapsed he at least was only half on top of her body.