Crystals

by Theresa L. Henry

  “I love you, Crys. Do you love me?”

  “Yes, I love you, and I would love you even if this letter were a refusal.”

  “I’ve never told anyone I loved um before.”

  “Not even your mother?”

  “Nah, I don’t think she would have wanted to hear me say that.”

  “Well, you’ve got me now, and I’m going to insist that you say it every day. And I’m going to make sure you know how much I love you.”

  “I’m going to hold you to that.”

  “Good!” Crystal whispered giving him a kiss and a hard hug before pulling away. “We should celebrate. You know, something to mark the occasion.” Jumping to her feet she rushed over to the fridge. Pulling open the door she looked inside. “Do we still have that… Jesus, Shane when was the last time you cleaned out this damn fridge!”

  Chapter 4

  “I’ve been really busy. I know exactly how we should celebrate, and it ain’t got nothing to do with what’s in there!”

  Closing the door, Crystal turned to look at Shane only to find him standing directly in front of her. He nudged her backward until her spine was flush against the fridge door. He then braced his palms against the cold white metal and caged her in.

  “What did you have in mind?”

  “Do you love that blouse, Crys?”

  “Shane,” she warned, “this blouse is a present from my cousins!”

  “Better get rid of it then.”

  “What is the matter with you?”

  “I don’t think I’ve ever been this horny in me whole life!”

  “Not even when you were a masturbating obsessed teenager?” Crystal teased.

  “Nah, not even close. What you gonna do Crys, lose the blouse or buy another one?”

  “I thought we were going to celebrate your good news?”

  “We are, just not in the way you meant.”

  Bending his long frame, Shane took his time running his hardening erection between her legs. “So, what ya saying about that blouse?”

  “If you give me some room I’ll take it off.”

  Seeing a light spark in her eyes told him she was up to something, he just didn’t know what. But in the end it didn’t matter. He knew all the signs and she wanted him as much as he wanted her. It was just a matter of how and where.

  The moment he took a backward step, Crystal darted around him and was on the move. The seductive look she threw over her shoulder told him all he needed to know. She wanted a chase. Giving her his undivided attention, he held his ground, dipped his head and gazed at her from under his thick brows. “What’s it worth, Crys?”

  In answer to his question, Crystal raised her hands to the front of her blouse and undid each eyelet with slow deliberation. Without pulling the folds of the material aside—her hand disappeared inside. Her circular motions teased him as to what he was missing. As she touched herself, he allowed his imagination to run free.

  He lost himself in remembering how his big callous hands felt against the soft smoothness of her skin. He loved her body. She was soft in all the right places, yet her muscle tone was hard and lean.

  “Like what you see?”

  “It’s alright, but I think you need a bit of help in the instruction department.” Shane said hoping his nonchalance would rile her enough to part her blouse.

  “I’m all ears.”

  “Are you sure, Crys? I don’t want you pulling out halfway through me coaching.”

  Placing her hands on her hips, Crystal gave him a dirty look. “Since when did I need to be educated on how to turn you on?”

  “Since ya tried to do a striptease and forgot to take off your clothes.”

  “Well, come on then, instruct!”

  “Okay. First thing—put your hand back inside that blouse. But make sure it doesn’t fall open. Good girl, now slide your hand inside your bra and rub your nipples until I tell ya to stop. But Crys… I need ya to do it slow and easy. I need ya to close your eyes and imagine that it’s my hands running over you.”

  Before he had finished speaking, her hands were in motion. Shane would have been amused by how quickly she carried out his instructions if he didn’t love the way she responded to him. The way they responded to each other.

  “Don’t forget to close those eyes.”

  When she did as he said, he focused on every movement. His imagination gained momentum as he watched her hand rotate, squeeze and then move across her chest.

  On silent feet, he approached her until he was close enough to feel her heat and detect the aroma of her arousal. His body hardened in anticipation of how they would spend their afternoon.

  “Now you can take it off.”

  Opening her eyes, Crystal looked at Shane with a glazed expression.

  “Do you need me help, Crys?” He asked, leaning close as his tongue did a quick rotation across her ear.

  She swayed into him. Shane took a step back. He wanted to see everything. If he stayed where he was, he knew he wouldn’t be able to resist taking matters into his own hands and ripping her out of her clothes.

  “Come on then, what ya waiting on?”

  Without comment, Crystal did as he asked. He could feel that she watched him, but he didn’t look at her face. His gaze was on her hands and the slow, deliberate way she revealed her skin—inch by breathtaking inch.

  When her blouse dropped to the floor, he ignored it. Then came her bra, and his gaze followed it as it slipped off her fingertips and floated down. He still didn’t look into her eyes, but he moved. Fastening his lips against one of her swollen nipples, he pulled it into his mouth and sucked. He felt the little bud tighten against his tongue as she drew in a gulp of air.

  Her hand grabbed hold of his head to hold him in place. At the touch of her fingers on his hair, Shane immediately moved away.

  “What are you doing?”

  “You taste good, Crys but you ain’t done. You need to take off the rest. But before you get rid of that skirt, I want you to slide your hand inside your knickers. Do it slow. I need to imagine exactly how it feels as your fingers run up your leg and slip beneath that bit of nothing I know you’re wearing.”

  He knew her well and could tell she loved their erotic play as much as he did. Her hand was already inside her underwear and he could hear the sounds of her wetness as she touched her inner folds.

  “Stop!” He commanded and smiled at her immediate compliance.

  It might be her birthday, but the movement of her hand had just revealed something he’d never seen her wear before.

  “Is that for me, Crys?”

  “I thought you might like it.”

  “Oh, I like it. I just need to see more of it. Time for the skirt to go, but remember, do it nice and slow.”

  The rasp of the downward motion of her zipper didn’t hold his attention. However, the sight that greeted him when the garment pooled around her ankles did. He already knew the color of her underwear, white with black lace. The suspender belt carried on the same theme and encased her legs in sheer black nylons. She looked as sexy as hell and he loved it.

  “As lovely as they are, I want you to take off those knickers and nothing else. Then go and lay down on the couch.”

  Never doubting she would do as he said, Shane watched her walk away, loving the way her backside swayed from side to side. When she reached the sofa, she hooked her fingers into the waistband of her lace thong and bent forward. She then shimmied it down her legs, giving him a tantalizing view of what awaited him.

  Turning with the grace and balance of a dancer, Crystal lowered herself on the seat and swung her legs up.

  The look she cast his way was loaded with so much eroticism, his cock jerked in reaction. But this was his game, and he was dictating the rules. As he strolled towards her, Crystal folded her hands beneath her head and smiled seductively, her legs parting in invitation.

  Looking down at her, he reached out and ran a finger across her lips. Her tongue swirled around the digit be
fore sucking it into her mouth. He couldn’t resist kissing her. Their tongues stroked against each other’s and he deepened the kiss. His greed and wanting rising to an almost unbearable level. He broke off.

  Stretching to his full height, he brushed his thumb across her wet lips. This time he didn’t linger. His hand continued moving over her neck and down between the valley of her breasts. Across her belly and came to rest on the strip of glistening hair that for the moment concealed her from his sight.

  He slid two fingers down between her folds and they slipped in without resistance. Her legs opened for him and he withdrew. Standing at the foot of the sofa, Shane folded his arms and fought for the willpower to ignore what he was feeling. His heart raced so fast he struggled to conceal his choppy breathing.

  He knew he’d failed when Crystal stretched out her foot and ran the tip of her shoe over his erection. He didn’t try to avoid her touch. Instead, he leaned into it, and his breath hissed from between his lips at the pure pleasure.

  “When are you going to take off your clothes?”

  “I was gonna wait awhile, but you sound so eager maybe I should do it now. Is that what ya want, love?”

  “Yes, do it now. I can’t wait much longer, Shane.”

  “Okay, but in the meantime you have to do something for me.”

  “What?”

  “Open your legs. Then I want you to play with yaself. But do it like you mean it, Crys. Do it the way you would if you were alone.” Shane said nothing more as her legs fell apart and he got his first glimpse of her. He loved the way all her inhibitions fell away when they were alone.

  Her legs opened even more at the same time as her hands stroked down her stomach. Shane ripped off his T-shirt and discarded it without thought. Her left hand stopped at the top of her pubic bone. Then she pressed down and pulled up exposing her pink, glistening clitoris to him. Her right hand moved and gathered wetness as she began to stroke herself with deft motions.

  Shane was out of the rest of his clothes in record time. He was so hard it was painful. He momentarily closed his eyes in a bid to compose himself. But his mind refused to relinquish the sight of her carrying out his every demand.

  His eyes flew open. Her gaze was riveted on him. Her breathing increased as the tempo of her fingers sped up and he realized she was almost at the point of no return.

  Shane wanted to take over, but the sight was too sexy. He knew once she peaked her hands would fall away almost immediately. So he waited. Her body jerked and arched off the sofa and that was his cue.

  Brushing her hand aside, he went to work with his mouth. He was relentless as he licked and sucked at her, his tongue in constant motion. He knew she could go further, all she needed was a little encouragement.

  Her hands clutched at his head and pulled him closer even as her body arched away. When she cried out and grasped fistfuls of his hair, the painful tugs were his final undoing. Drawing her legs apart, he moved between them.

  Rubbing his cock against her wetness, he inserted the head of his shaft inside her and stopped. “Do you want me inside ya, Crys? Do ya want me to bury all of me deep inside you?”

  “Yes!”

  “Do you want me to fuck you, Crys?”

  “Yes… yes, do it now!”

  That was all he wanted to hear. Everything within him shouted for him to surge forward, but he didn’t. Shane moved with a slowness that allowed him to feel every ripple of her body as she pulled him in. This was the moment he loved best. He enjoyed the words and play that led up to their bodies coming together, but for him, this was his perfect sexual moment. This was when everything stopped and only the two of them existed.

  They didn’t speak. They just loved each other. Their bodies and the feelings they shared the only language necessary between them. Her legs wrapped around his back. He anchored one of her thighs and braced himself against the armrest above their heads as they moved together in perfect synchronization.

  After the show she had put on for him, he knew he wouldn’t last for much longer. “I’m nearly there, Crys,” he groaned between tight lips. “Are you ready, love?”

  She didn’t answer. About to insert a hand between them to help her along, Shane felt her begin to contract around his sensitized erection.

  He released all conscious thought and allowed the needs of his body to take over. Driving in and out of her, he gritted his teeth as rivulets of sweat ran down his face. Their harsh breathing and the sounds of their intertwined bodies resonated around the room. His balls tightened and pulsed moments before he erupted with pleasure.

  When he could finally move, Shane turned his head and found Crystal watching him. He brushed his lips against hers with a gentleness he never knew he was capable of.

  “I love you so much, Shane. Now and always.”

  “I love you too.”

  That was all he wanted to hear. Without pulling out of her body, he gathered her into his arms, flipped over onto his back and held her close.

  “Get some rest because we need to do that again!”

  ~~~

  Crystal awoke to the feel of something brushing across her skin. The touch irritated her, but she was way too comfortable to move. The irritant came again and she slapped at it. When the tickle moved from her arm to her neck, she finally cracked open an eye. Shane was leaning over her with a dumb grin on his face.

  “Oh, it’s you.”

  “You don’t need to sound so disappointed.”

  Crystal ignored him and reclosed her eyes with every intention of going back to sleep.

  “It’s 3:00 pm.”

  “Three!” She screamed, jackknifing to a sitting position. “I have a 4:00 pm salon appointment!”

  “To do what?” Shane asked looking genuinely curious.

  “My roots need retouching and I need to get my nails done for tonight,” Crystal threw over her shoulder as she headed for the bathroom.

  Showered and dressed in record time, she looked around for Shane. As his big loft was empty, she knew where she would find him. Her belongings gathered, she took a few moments to examine the crystal again. With a huge smile she wrapped it up and placed it in her purse before she raced down the stairs and pushed open the door that led into his garage.

  There he was, exactly where she expected him to be. In front of his computer typing as though his life depended on it.

  Stopping behind him, Crystal kissed him on the top of his head. “I have to run. Remember you need to pick me up at seven sharp.” Her first indication that something was wrong was the way his body stiffened at her words. “What’s the matter, did something happen?”

  “Look, love, I don’t know if it’s a good idea for me to come tonight.”

  His words bothered her. But his refusal to look at her was even more worrying.

  “Why not?”

  “It’s your birthday party and I want you to have a good time.”

  “Could my boyfriend at least look at me while he tells me, I’ll have a better time at my birthday party without him?”

  Shane did as she asked and Crystal took a step back to give him space.

  “What’s going on?”

  “Your mother hates me guts. And I don’t really want to put meself through hours of her giving me grief!”

  “You should want to be there because you love me and that’s what I want. Plus, I think you’re being unfair to my mother. She’s never said a word against you to me.” Crystal informed him unable to keep the hurt from her voice.

  When he mumbled something under his breath, she felt her temper begin to rise. “Look, suit yourself. If you don’t want to come, then don’t. I’m not about to beg you. Just tell me now so I can make other arrangements!”

  “What kind of arrangements?”

  “Like how I’m going to get to the venue is a good starting point.”

  “What else? I know you have something else to say, so just say it!”

  “I don’t know why you’re getting pissy with me. You’re the
one who’s bailing. You’ve known about this party for weeks. If this was your intention, why didn’t you tell me before? What’s changed, Shane?”

  “Look, I’m not coming, alright, so stop going on about it!”

  “Fine! Thanks for that!” Crystal was so angry she turned and hurried away before she said something she’d regret.

  Shane came after her and caught her just as she was about to pull open the door. “Come on love, don’t leave mad. I tell ya what, I’ll come and pick ya up and take you to the party. Then I’ll come back and collect you. All ya have to do is call me and I’ll be waiting outside.”

  Crystal couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She didn’t need a chauffeur. What she wanted was for her boyfriend to escort her to her birthday party and stand by her side throughout the night.

  She had thought everything was finally falling into place. This should be the happiest day of her life. Shane had finally told her he loved her. Her interior decorating business was nearly up and running. And Shane’s dreams were all coming to fruition. Plus, it was her bloody birthday.

  Believing she could still change his mind, she allowed him to pull her away from the door. “Please come tonight. I really want you there,” she pleaded.

  Crystal realized how she sounded. She was doing exactly what she had said she wouldn’t do. She was begging him. That she had to do so made her feel sad rather than angry.

  From out of nowhere a thought occurred to her. Maybe now that his patent was finally in place, and he’d had a chance to think things through, he wanted to take a step back. The rogue notion surprised her so much, she sucked in a deep breath and held it while she tried to compose herself. “It’s fine. If you don’t want to come, you don’t have to.”

  “What are you thinking, Crys? I know you. I know that look.”

  “I’m just giving you your space. That’s what you want, isn’t it?” Crystal asked hoping he would say something to dispel the feeling that even with their professions of love, everything was about to change.