One Sizzling Touch
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She looked at him expectantly, while she opened her legs slowly. He let his eyes wander over her and soaked in the sight of her voluptuous breasts, which even without the support of a bra were firm.
His mouth was watering. No, he would never be able to get enough of this sight, enough of her. She lay on his bed, her hair spread around her like a halo and looked like she’d always belonged here.
Eager to be joined with her, he rolled over her and adjusted himself. He brought his cock to her inviting sex and met her eyes.
Green orbs flickered in the candle light and only now did he realize that the sun had set.
“Perfect,” he murmured and plunged into her. She welcomed him in her honeyed sheath. “Better than perfect.”
Her eyelids fluttered and her breath, accompanied by a moan, rushed from her mouth. “Zach… so good…”
“Yes, baby, so good.”
He looked deep into her eyes and began to thrust. At first, he moved his hips slowly, but it didn’t take long before his cock was taking over his body, demanding a faster tempo.
His thrusts became wilder and more uncontrolled, harder and deeper. And Rochelle kept up with him, grabbed him and crossed her legs behind his thighs, demanding more. Every time he slipped from her almost entirely, she pulled him back, and on each plunge into her warm pussy, her muscles clamped around him as if she never wanted to let him go.
Sounds of pleasure filled his bedroom and turned into a symphony more beautiful than any song.
But not even he could last forever. To be connected to Rochelle in such an intimate way, to feel her pleasure, to know that she was surrendering to him, robbed him of more and more of his self-control until it only hung by a thin thread.
“Rochelle, baby…”
In her eyes, he could see that she understood him. “Let me be on top,” she demanded.
He rolled onto his back. Seconds later she lowered herself onto his cock and started riding him, while he used his thumb to rub over her clit in the same rhythm.
Rochelle threw her head back. “Just like that.”
He knew what she needed. She’d shown him that night in the hotel how she wanted to be touched. And he was a fast learner.
“Come with me, my beautiful Rochelle.”
His encouragement wasn’t necessary, because in the next moment he already felt her spasms. Her muscles clamped around him, and he let go.
His climax gripped him as if he’d swum into a riptide from which there was no escape. He couldn’t do anything, could only hold on to Rochelle and pull her to him while the waves of their orgasms rolled over them.
As they finally subsided, he relaxed back into the pillows, breathing heavily, while Rochelle collapsed on top of him.
For a few moments he couldn’t say anything, could barely lift his hand to brush it over Rochelle’s head.
“Baby,” he murmured finally.
She mumbled something incoherent against his chest.
He pressed a kiss to her head. “If we plan to continue like this tonight, then I suggest we eat the dinner I ordered us.”
Slowly she lifted her head, but it looked like it took a lot of effort. She grinned. “Then we’d better eat something.”
He laughed and gave her a little slap on her ass. “Yes, my insatiable pussycat.”
20
Wrapped in thick, white Terrycloth robes, they sat on the terrace where Zach had set the table. He’d heated up the food he’d ordered, and now Rochelle ate the excellent dishes with gusto.
He smiled at her. “Finally I get to enjoy dinner with you.”
She swallowed a bite of her filet mignon. “I can’t believe you went through so much trouble, when you really don’t have to try to impress me anymore.”
He laid his hand over hers, caressing it gently. “It’s not about wanting to impress you. I only want you to feel comfortable here.”
The blue of his eyes seemed to be even more vibrant in the candlelight. Or was it the fact that he looked at her with such affection? She felt warmth spread in her belly, while their gazes locked.
“Thank you, Zach. This is a beautiful evening.” She really needed this, needed to relax.
“It doesn’t have to be just one evening.” He pulled her hand to his mouth and pressed a kiss into her palm.
Could there really be more nights like this? She sighed involuntarily.
“Something wrong?”
She shook her head. “I… My colleagues and I discussed your case today.”
He squeezed her hand. “Rochelle, you don’t have to tell me anything that’s confidential. That’s not why I asked you to come spend the night with me.”
His mouth was watering. No, he would never be able to get enough of this sight, enough of her. She lay on his bed, her hair spread around her like a halo and looked like she’d always belonged here.
Eager to be joined with her, he rolled over her and adjusted himself. He brought his cock to her inviting sex and met her eyes.
Green orbs flickered in the candle light and only now did he realize that the sun had set.
“Perfect,” he murmured and plunged into her. She welcomed him in her honeyed sheath. “Better than perfect.”
Her eyelids fluttered and her breath, accompanied by a moan, rushed from her mouth. “Zach… so good…”
“Yes, baby, so good.”
He looked deep into her eyes and began to thrust. At first, he moved his hips slowly, but it didn’t take long before his cock was taking over his body, demanding a faster tempo.
His thrusts became wilder and more uncontrolled, harder and deeper. And Rochelle kept up with him, grabbed him and crossed her legs behind his thighs, demanding more. Every time he slipped from her almost entirely, she pulled him back, and on each plunge into her warm pussy, her muscles clamped around him as if she never wanted to let him go.
Sounds of pleasure filled his bedroom and turned into a symphony more beautiful than any song.
But not even he could last forever. To be connected to Rochelle in such an intimate way, to feel her pleasure, to know that she was surrendering to him, robbed him of more and more of his self-control until it only hung by a thin thread.
“Rochelle, baby…”
In her eyes, he could see that she understood him. “Let me be on top,” she demanded.
He rolled onto his back. Seconds later she lowered herself onto his cock and started riding him, while he used his thumb to rub over her clit in the same rhythm.
Rochelle threw her head back. “Just like that.”
He knew what she needed. She’d shown him that night in the hotel how she wanted to be touched. And he was a fast learner.
“Come with me, my beautiful Rochelle.”
His encouragement wasn’t necessary, because in the next moment he already felt her spasms. Her muscles clamped around him, and he let go.
His climax gripped him as if he’d swum into a riptide from which there was no escape. He couldn’t do anything, could only hold on to Rochelle and pull her to him while the waves of their orgasms rolled over them.
As they finally subsided, he relaxed back into the pillows, breathing heavily, while Rochelle collapsed on top of him.
For a few moments he couldn’t say anything, could barely lift his hand to brush it over Rochelle’s head.
“Baby,” he murmured finally.
She mumbled something incoherent against his chest.
He pressed a kiss to her head. “If we plan to continue like this tonight, then I suggest we eat the dinner I ordered us.”
Slowly she lifted her head, but it looked like it took a lot of effort. She grinned. “Then we’d better eat something.”
He laughed and gave her a little slap on her ass. “Yes, my insatiable pussycat.”
20
Wrapped in thick, white Terrycloth robes, they sat on the terrace where Zach had set the table. He’d heated up the food he’d ordered, and now Rochelle ate the excellent dishes with gusto.
He smiled at her. “Finally I get to enjoy dinner with you.”
She swallowed a bite of her filet mignon. “I can’t believe you went through so much trouble, when you really don’t have to try to impress me anymore.”
He laid his hand over hers, caressing it gently. “It’s not about wanting to impress you. I only want you to feel comfortable here.”
The blue of his eyes seemed to be even more vibrant in the candlelight. Or was it the fact that he looked at her with such affection? She felt warmth spread in her belly, while their gazes locked.
“Thank you, Zach. This is a beautiful evening.” She really needed this, needed to relax.
“It doesn’t have to be just one evening.” He pulled her hand to his mouth and pressed a kiss into her palm.
Could there really be more nights like this? She sighed involuntarily.
“Something wrong?”
She shook her head. “I… My colleagues and I discussed your case today.”
He squeezed her hand. “Rochelle, you don’t have to tell me anything that’s confidential. That’s not why I asked you to come spend the night with me.”
