Chapter 291: CC Hebert, 15, ankles...

At Mothership Productions, walking up the steps to the second-floor studios, Charity Devereaux was relatively calm. Her pulse rate was up a little, and her cheeks were a little flushed, but she wasn’t all that nervous.

Once Karisha had shown her that bed, once Cherry said, “Okay,” — well she had made her decision. She had been concerned the night before that when she woke up, she might change her mind, might call to cancel. But, if anything, she was more determined than ever.

She managed to get Chris fed and out of the house without rushing him. She spent almost an hour in the bathtub — legs shaved, body, soap-and-water clean. She decided against any scents — it somehow made her feel more ... naked? Ready? Something.

CC was already there — nude, but not erect. Karisha was her usual pleasant, professional self, “Undress, honey, Wendy’s coming by to make you up.”

“Oh, good.”

For some reason, she was relieved that CC didn’t talk about the shoot. Didn’t tell her how grateful he was, didn’t even thank her for coming. She was surprised, and just a trifle disappointed, that he stayed soft after she undressed. Oh well.

Wendy did her magic — it took less time than before.

When Karisha led them into the studio, Cherry glanced at the bed, at CC, over to Karisha, “Any, um, instructions?”

Big grin, “Yeah, have a good time. Have fun, enjoy yourself.”

“Well.”

Standing beside the bed, CC cupped her chin, tilted her head up a little, and kissed her softly. She was planning on waiting to respond to his tongue, but didn’t. Or couldn’t.

Their bodies weren’t even touching — again, she made the first move. She slid her arms around him and pulled him against her. Her hands — moving on their own — ended up on his butt.

She felt a jolt of pleasure as his cock sprang to life — throbbing against her chest, trapped between their bodies.

Then something changed. She couldn’t articulate it, couldn’t even identify it. But CC was suddenly, quietly, in charge. He lifted her easily, and lay her down on her back. As he lowered himself on top of her, her thighs moved apart on their own.

A long, deep kiss. Then he began working his way down her body. Slowly, then even more slowly. She heard herself whimper a little.

Cherry was grateful for the foreplay, but not surprised. Somehow she had known that he would be a thoughtful lover. But she had never dreamed he would be that talented.

Not only was he going slow, but he seemed to be studying her. Her body. What it liked, what it loved.

When his mouth finally reached her pussy — finally! — she had her first mild orgasm. But CC was merely warming up. For the next hour or so, his fingers or his lips or his tongue or all three, never left her pussy.

He learned, pretty quickly, how much pressure to apply to her clit. Then, not long after that, he owned her. She had long surrendered the decision-making to him. Now, she willingly, consciously, made herself completely available to him.

Cherry didn’t say a word, but she instinctively understood that she was now his to do with as he pleased.

She never did beg for it — although she most certainly would have had it been necessary. No, when he finally entered her, it felt just right. Natural. As life should be.

It wasn’t until she watched the edited version at home, that she realized how many different positions he had moved her to. Obviously for the cameras. But at the time, the changes had just seemed to flow naturally.

Missionary style. From behind. Reverse cowboy. He finished her off while he was standing on the floor. She had her butt at the end of the bed. When he lifted her ankles to his shoulders, she breathed, “Yesssss.”