One Sizzling Touch
Page 58
Their lips met. “Yes, both.”
“I love you, Zach. I love you so much.”
~ ~ ~
He’d hoped to hear those words. And now that they echoed in his ears, all anxiety fled his body. He pressed his lips to hers and felt her mouth open in invitation. With a moan, he kissed her.
It didn’t matter that they were standing in the middle of the streaming rain on a sidewalk and that passersby were probably staring at them. All that mattered was that Rochelle was in his arms, and that he could feel that she was his and he hers. That they’d gotten a second chance.
He captured her mouth and pressed her to him. Through her rain-soaked clothing he felt every sensual curve of her body. Everything male in him awakened at that moment. He needed Rochelle the way he needed air to breathe.
She kissed him back with a passion and abandon that showed him that they would make it. That they would have a future together. He sensed with every fiber of his being that Rochelle was made for him. What had happened was the past. And the past didn’t matter any longer.
He tore his mouth from hers. “I love you. And if we don’t go into your apartment right now, then I can guarantee you that we’ll both be arrested for indecency.”
She pressed her forehead to his. “They don’t arrest people for kissing.”
He laughed. “It’s not going to be just kissing. And you know that as well as I do. So? Are you gonna invite me in?”
“Come.” She turned around and unlocked the front door.
He could barely wait until they’d reached her apartment and the door fell shut behind them. Immediately he pulled her back into his arms and went about freeing her of her wet clothes. He opened the zipper of her dress and pushed it down over her shoulders.
She didn’t seem to want to wait either and worked on opening his shirt. She pulled it over his head, before popping the button of his jeans open.
Pushing the wet jeans down his legs wasn’t an easy undertaking, but in the end he freed himself of them and tossed them over a nearby chair in the foyer.
Before he could pull Rochelle back into his arms, she escaped and ran to the bathroom. “Towel,” she called out.
He followed her and accepted the towel she handed him. He dried himself perfunctorily, taking off his boxer briefs at the same time, before turning back to Rochelle.
Her pink bra and panties were completely transparent from the water. Zach let his eyes wander over her. “Let me help you.”
She met his eyes and stopped drying herself. Her gaze dropped to his groin and she suddenly pulled her lower lip between her teeth.
He smiled and opened the front clasp of her bra, freeing her breasts. He brushed the garment over her shoulders and let it drop to the floor, then reached for her towel. Tenderly, he patted her beautiful bosom dry.
“Your panties, too,” he prompted, and she complied and took them off.
He tossed the towel aside and laid his hand over her sex. “To dry you here would be a waste of time.” He rubbed his finger along her slit and felt the wetness that was spreading there. “You’re getting wetter by the second.”
To his surprise, she pulled away from him and pressed him against the wall behind him instead. First he didn’t understand what she was planning, but then she was already kneeling in front of him, her head at the same height as his cock, which was pumped full of blood.
A gasp escaped him. “Oh, fuck, don’t tell me you want to—”
“Shhhhh.”
Her lips touched the tip of his cock and silenced him. Slowly she licked her warm tongue over the round head, sending a bolt of white-hot pleasure through him.
“Ah, fuck!”
“I missed you,” she murmured.
Then she wrapped her lips around the tip of his shaft and descended until she’d swallowed him fully. The moist warmth that surrounded him made his knees tremble, and he had to hold on to the sink next to him in order not to collapse.
With his other hand he touched her cheek and made her look up to him. Their eyes locked.
“I missed you so much.”
At his words she let his erection slip from her mouth almost entirely, before she took him fully into her mouth again. Slowly she began to suck him as if he were the most delicious thing she’d ever had. He couldn’t get enough of the sight of her lips around his cock.
“You can never leave me again. Never. You hear me, Rochelle?”
Her eyes gave him a wordless promise. Relieved he leaned his head against the wall and moaned. Her loving caresses were getting more intense, while she wrapped her hand around his root and worked him harder. With her other hand she palmed his balls and squeezed them tenderly. Her mouth went up and down on him, while her tongue ran along the underside of his cock and sent a sensual tingling sensation through his body.
“I love you, Zach. I love you so much.”
~ ~ ~
He’d hoped to hear those words. And now that they echoed in his ears, all anxiety fled his body. He pressed his lips to hers and felt her mouth open in invitation. With a moan, he kissed her.
It didn’t matter that they were standing in the middle of the streaming rain on a sidewalk and that passersby were probably staring at them. All that mattered was that Rochelle was in his arms, and that he could feel that she was his and he hers. That they’d gotten a second chance.
He captured her mouth and pressed her to him. Through her rain-soaked clothing he felt every sensual curve of her body. Everything male in him awakened at that moment. He needed Rochelle the way he needed air to breathe.
She kissed him back with a passion and abandon that showed him that they would make it. That they would have a future together. He sensed with every fiber of his being that Rochelle was made for him. What had happened was the past. And the past didn’t matter any longer.
He tore his mouth from hers. “I love you. And if we don’t go into your apartment right now, then I can guarantee you that we’ll both be arrested for indecency.”
She pressed her forehead to his. “They don’t arrest people for kissing.”
He laughed. “It’s not going to be just kissing. And you know that as well as I do. So? Are you gonna invite me in?”
“Come.” She turned around and unlocked the front door.
He could barely wait until they’d reached her apartment and the door fell shut behind them. Immediately he pulled her back into his arms and went about freeing her of her wet clothes. He opened the zipper of her dress and pushed it down over her shoulders.
She didn’t seem to want to wait either and worked on opening his shirt. She pulled it over his head, before popping the button of his jeans open.
Pushing the wet jeans down his legs wasn’t an easy undertaking, but in the end he freed himself of them and tossed them over a nearby chair in the foyer.
Before he could pull Rochelle back into his arms, she escaped and ran to the bathroom. “Towel,” she called out.
He followed her and accepted the towel she handed him. He dried himself perfunctorily, taking off his boxer briefs at the same time, before turning back to Rochelle.
Her pink bra and panties were completely transparent from the water. Zach let his eyes wander over her. “Let me help you.”
She met his eyes and stopped drying herself. Her gaze dropped to his groin and she suddenly pulled her lower lip between her teeth.
He smiled and opened the front clasp of her bra, freeing her breasts. He brushed the garment over her shoulders and let it drop to the floor, then reached for her towel. Tenderly, he patted her beautiful bosom dry.
“Your panties, too,” he prompted, and she complied and took them off.
He tossed the towel aside and laid his hand over her sex. “To dry you here would be a waste of time.” He rubbed his finger along her slit and felt the wetness that was spreading there. “You’re getting wetter by the second.”
To his surprise, she pulled away from him and pressed him against the wall behind him instead. First he didn’t understand what she was planning, but then she was already kneeling in front of him, her head at the same height as his cock, which was pumped full of blood.
A gasp escaped him. “Oh, fuck, don’t tell me you want to—”
“Shhhhh.”
Her lips touched the tip of his cock and silenced him. Slowly she licked her warm tongue over the round head, sending a bolt of white-hot pleasure through him.
“Ah, fuck!”
“I missed you,” she murmured.
Then she wrapped her lips around the tip of his shaft and descended until she’d swallowed him fully. The moist warmth that surrounded him made his knees tremble, and he had to hold on to the sink next to him in order not to collapse.
With his other hand he touched her cheek and made her look up to him. Their eyes locked.
“I missed you so much.”
At his words she let his erection slip from her mouth almost entirely, before she took him fully into her mouth again. Slowly she began to suck him as if he were the most delicious thing she’d ever had. He couldn’t get enough of the sight of her lips around his cock.
“You can never leave me again. Never. You hear me, Rochelle?”
Her eyes gave him a wordless promise. Relieved he leaned his head against the wall and moaned. Her loving caresses were getting more intense, while she wrapped her hand around his root and worked him harder. With her other hand she palmed his balls and squeezed them tenderly. Her mouth went up and down on him, while her tongue ran along the underside of his cock and sent a sensual tingling sensation through his body.
