brought an inward smile. She’d called Tomas her boyfriend. That was
the first time she’d described him that way.
She shivered lightly after he rinsed his hands and then slid
his fingers between her legs and into her passage. Was it possible? Could she
be…falling in love? The concept both fascinated and terrified her. What did she
know about healthy relationships?
Absolutely nothing.
“I’m going to make you come. Hard.” Tomas said against her
hair. “Then I’m going to fix you something to eat and put you to bed. I’m off
tomorrow and can stay with you.” His fingers started to move, sending lightning
strikes through her body. “You’ve had a tough day, but you’ll feel better after
you’ve gotten some sleep.”
When he dragged his fingers to her clit, his erection slid
between the slick cheeks of her ass to the underside of her pussy. She clenched
the tops of her thighs around his girth to hold him steady while his hips began
to move. He pumped his shaft against her labia, opening her slit with his
cock’s head. The silken tip stroked her sensitive folds, sending shudders
through her. She let out a moan and he did too.
He circled her clit with two fingers, then three, fast and
hard until she could barely catch her breath. When her head lolled forward,
Tomas slid her wet hair off her neck to nibble and bite the back of her
shoulder. With each nip he murmured an endearment.
As her orgasm rocked her, she cried out his name. Tension,
fear and weariness seemed to seep from her pores and wash down the drain with
the body paint and liquid soap. Spasms gripped her, rippled through her body
and then released. Her hands clenched and relaxed.
Tomas nipped her shoulder and pumped his cock between her
legs with more urgency. His breath came in short, hard bursts against her skin.
His hands cupped her breasts and massaged. When he pinched her nipples and his
body tensed against her, his cock shot warm come in rapid bursts against her
pussy. Droplets clung to her trimmed pubic hair and then washed away in the
water stream.
She leaned back to rest the full length of her body against
his and closed her eyes. Contentment filled her. Tomas cupped falling water and
rinsed her pussy to wash away his semen and her juices. He lowered his mouth to
the hairline at the back of her neck and laid kisses there. Tingles followed
the brush of his lips against the sensitive hair follicles. Crystal shivered
with pleasure.
Tomas turned her around, held her tight in his arms and
kissed her. “I’m here, Crystal,” he whispered against her mouth. “Whoever
messed with you is gonna pay.”
* * * * *
When Crystal and Tomas opened the apartment door the
following morning on Crystal’s way to work, camera flashes and a chorus of
shouts greeted them.
“Ms. Miller, any theories about why someone wants to hurt
you?” a reporter shouted over the crowd.
“Is it true you put yourself through school as a stripper?”
another hollered. Video cameras rolled and microphones waved.
“I’ve heard you can climax in under ten seconds. Want to
comment on that?”
Crystal squinted from the bright, invasive lights, more
brilliant than the nine o’ clock sunshine. She put her hand up to cover her
eyes and then turned back to her apartment. Tomas followed, holding her waist
to support her while they hurried inside. Crystal slammed the door behind them.
“Jesus! Just what I was trying to avoid!”
“Someone read the police blotter. Knows about the
ransacking. The information got out faster than I expected,” Tomas said.
“I’m a porn star who also happens to be a meteorologist,”
Crystal replied, rancor tingeing her voice. “Sex sells. Why else would they
care about a dinky cable station?”
The bell rang and fists pummeled the door. “Ms. Miller. We
just want to talk to you!” a woman’s voice shouted.
Tomas kissed Crystal’s cheek. “I’ll get you out of here.
Let’s go out through the kitchen and the back door off the
the first time she’d described him that way.
She shivered lightly after he rinsed his hands and then slid
his fingers between her legs and into her passage. Was it possible? Could she
be…falling in love? The concept both fascinated and terrified her. What did she
know about healthy relationships?
Absolutely nothing.
“I’m going to make you come. Hard.” Tomas said against her
hair. “Then I’m going to fix you something to eat and put you to bed. I’m off
tomorrow and can stay with you.” His fingers started to move, sending lightning
strikes through her body. “You’ve had a tough day, but you’ll feel better after
you’ve gotten some sleep.”
When he dragged his fingers to her clit, his erection slid
between the slick cheeks of her ass to the underside of her pussy. She clenched
the tops of her thighs around his girth to hold him steady while his hips began
to move. He pumped his shaft against her labia, opening her slit with his
cock’s head. The silken tip stroked her sensitive folds, sending shudders
through her. She let out a moan and he did too.
He circled her clit with two fingers, then three, fast and
hard until she could barely catch her breath. When her head lolled forward,
Tomas slid her wet hair off her neck to nibble and bite the back of her
shoulder. With each nip he murmured an endearment.
As her orgasm rocked her, she cried out his name. Tension,
fear and weariness seemed to seep from her pores and wash down the drain with
the body paint and liquid soap. Spasms gripped her, rippled through her body
and then released. Her hands clenched and relaxed.
Tomas nipped her shoulder and pumped his cock between her
legs with more urgency. His breath came in short, hard bursts against her skin.
His hands cupped her breasts and massaged. When he pinched her nipples and his
body tensed against her, his cock shot warm come in rapid bursts against her
pussy. Droplets clung to her trimmed pubic hair and then washed away in the
water stream.
She leaned back to rest the full length of her body against
his and closed her eyes. Contentment filled her. Tomas cupped falling water and
rinsed her pussy to wash away his semen and her juices. He lowered his mouth to
the hairline at the back of her neck and laid kisses there. Tingles followed
the brush of his lips against the sensitive hair follicles. Crystal shivered
with pleasure.
Tomas turned her around, held her tight in his arms and
kissed her. “I’m here, Crystal,” he whispered against her mouth. “Whoever
messed with you is gonna pay.”
* * * * *
When Crystal and Tomas opened the apartment door the
following morning on Crystal’s way to work, camera flashes and a chorus of
shouts greeted them.
“Ms. Miller, any theories about why someone wants to hurt
you?” a reporter shouted over the crowd.
“Is it true you put yourself through school as a stripper?”
another hollered. Video cameras rolled and microphones waved.
“I’ve heard you can climax in under ten seconds. Want to
comment on that?”
Crystal squinted from the bright, invasive lights, more
brilliant than the nine o’ clock sunshine. She put her hand up to cover her
eyes and then turned back to her apartment. Tomas followed, holding her waist
to support her while they hurried inside. Crystal slammed the door behind them.
“Jesus! Just what I was trying to avoid!”
“Someone read the police blotter. Knows about the
ransacking. The information got out faster than I expected,” Tomas said.
“I’m a porn star who also happens to be a meteorologist,”
Crystal replied, rancor tingeing her voice. “Sex sells. Why else would they
care about a dinky cable station?”
The bell rang and fists pummeled the door. “Ms. Miller. We
just want to talk to you!” a woman’s voice shouted.
Tomas kissed Crystal’s cheek. “I’ll get you out of here.
Let’s go out through the kitchen and the back door off the
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