by Tina Folsom
He grinned. “I figured tonight I’d save us the trouble.” He pushed his pants down and took them off completely. Only now she noticed that he wasn’t wearing any shoes.
His cock was already hard and thick and curving toward his navel. She couldn’t help but admire the perfect organ, and reached for it. When she wrapped her palm around it, he moaned.
“If you continue like that, Rochelle, we’re not even gonna make it to the bed.”
“Who says I need a bed?” As long as Zach took her, she didn’t care where it happened.
“I do,” he ground out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her hand off his erection. Then he jerked her to him. “Tonight you’ll get what you really deserve. No hotel bed. No lover who’ll be gone before dawn. No one-night stand. Tonight I’ll do what I should have done the night we met.”
Surprised she looked at him. “Done what?”
“Invited you to my bed and my house and then done everything in my power to make you stay.”
Her breath caught. Did he know what he was suggesting?
“Don’t look at me so shocked. You’re giving me complexes.” He put one hand to her nape and caressed her there. “I don’t want just one night, Rochelle. I want to wake up with you. I want to feel you in my sleep.”
Did he mean that? “But most men are happy when—”
“I’m not most men.” He sighed. “I can’t get enough of you. Do you still not understand that? Do I have to prove it to you?”
She sensed a smile build on her lips. “How?”
He grinned and suddenly turned back into the man she’d met at the Fountain Bar. “Like this.”
~ ~ ~
Zach lifted Rochelle up and carried her to his bed where he laid her on the fresh sheets. With her pink lingerie and her sexy high heels she looked tantalizing, and he knew he had to be careful not to rush the first time. He didn’t want to behave like a caveman, even though he felt like one.
He joined her on the bed and drew her into his arms, loving the contact of naked skin on naked skin.
“I have to warn you: I bought more than just a three-pack of condoms this time.”
Before Rochelle had a chance to answer, he captured her lips and kissed her. She responded with a passion and ardor that confirmed that she, too, had missed him. That she, too, wanted him the same way he wanted her. Just like that night.
Her hands weren’t idle, caressing him, exploring him without hesitation, without holding back. The hands of a woman who knew what she wanted. Who demanded what was due to her. Just like she’d done that night. Only tonight things were different between them. Because after tonight’s lovemaking, they wouldn’t be going their separate ways.
Zach roamed his hands over her alluring body. Her breasts were firm and still imprisoned by her bra. He could free her of it, but he didn’t want to. Gazing upon her dressed up in sexy lingerie turned him on even more, increased his desire for her to a boiling point. Knowing what lay beneath those lacy cups made his cock spasm in anticipation. And the fabric was so thin that he had no trouble feeling her nipples harden from his touch.
Slowly he pushed one strap over her shoulder so he could free one breast. Rochelle moaned into his mouth and thrust her ample flesh toward him. The hard nipple rubbed against his palm and made him shudder. He ripped his lips from her.
“Damn, baby, you make me so hot.”
He lowered his head to her breast and sucked the hard peak into his mouth, licked over it, caressed it, while Rochelle twisted beneath him. He felt her grab his hand and push it down, placing it on her sex.
“Please,” she begged breathlessly.
She was hot and wet. The fabric was soaked with her juices and couldn’t be considered a barrier. He rubbed over it with his hand and felt Rochelle buck toward him.
Zach let the nipple pop from this mouth. “Patience.” While he shifted his attention to the other breast, he slipped his hand under her panties to caress her tender flesh.
A relieved moan was Rochelle’s answer. He had to smile. She was so receptive to his touch, and he’d barely started.
He lifted his head. “Take your bra off.”
While she worked the clasp, he rubbed his finger against her moist cleft and then moved higher up with his dew-covered digit, where he found her center of pleasure swollen and ready. Rochelle immediately reacted to his caress and lifted her hips toward him in invitation.
Their eyes met.
“Take me now. I don’t want to wait any longer.” She tossed her bra away and looked at him with pleading eyes.
“Don’t you want me to lick your beautiful pussy first?”
“Some other time.” She grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him up. “I want to feel you inside me now.”
“What an impatient little pussycat.” He thrust his finger into her and felt her shudder. “So hot and so ready for me.”
Rochelle moaned out loud. “Zach. Please, don’t torture me.”
“Your wish is my command.”
Quickly, he liberated her of her panties and pulled them down her legs. Then he took off her high heels and tossed them to the floor.
One day Rochelle would find out that he would never be able to say no to her, but he hoped that by the time that happened, she would feel the same about him and not be able to deny him anything.
He turned toward the nightstand and snatched a condom off it. He made quick work of the packaging and rolled the latex over his erection before turning back to Rochelle.
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.”
“I know that. But by tomorrow evening it’ll be official anyway: we’re closing the investigation. I’ll discuss it with my boss tomorrow afternoon. We have no evidence against you.”
An expression of satisfaction appeared on his face.
“But you knew that already.”
Zach nodded. “And you, Rochelle? Do you really believe that I’m innocent? Not just because you couldn’t find any proof?”
Her heart beat faster. For a few moments she looked deep into his eyes. “Yes, I believe you.”
“Thank you. You can’t imagine what that means to me. I don’t care what others think or whether they believe that I got away with something, as long as you believe in my innocence.”
His words surprised her. “That’s how much you value my opinion of you?”
He nodded, serious. “Now we have a chance, you and I.”
She felt her chest rise and fall excitedly.
“Tomorrow afternoon I’m going to my house in the Hamptons for the weekend to take care of a few things there. Why don’t you join me?”
“But—”
“Please. Nobody will recognize you there. The house is very private. There’s a pool. Or if you’d rather go out on the water, we can go sailing. My boat is docked in front of the house. Please say yes, Rochelle. The entire weekend could be like tonight.”
The offer was tempting. “Only you and I?”
“You said yourself that the investigation against me will be closed. We won’t be on opposing sides anymore.” He smiled. “We could stay in bed all weekend. Or lie naked at the pool. Nobody will see us.” He winked at her mischievously. “I would love to rub suntan lotion all over your body so you won’t get a sunburn.” He lowered his gaze to the point where her bathrobe was gaping open.
Her cheeks heated. Zach was right. He wasn’t a suspect anymore, because by Friday evening the case against him would be closed. Yet it didn’t mean she could be seen with him.
“Ok, but I’ll drive there by myself.”
He looked at her full of anticipation. “I’m looking forward to it. I’ll leave here around midday so I can get the house ready and fill up the fridge. That way we won’t have to leave it the entire weekend if we don’t want to.”
Euphoria hit her. She would be spending the weekend with Zach. Alone in his beach house in the Hamptons. Far away from all her problems. Because for certain her boss wouldn’t be pleased once he found out tomorrow afternoon that they’d have to close the case against Zach.
But before she left, she had to take care of something for her brother.
“You’re not changing your mind, are you?”
Zach’s question pulled her from her thoughts. Quickly she shook her head. “I can’t wait to spend the weekend with you.”
He smiled and placed his napkin next to his plate. “Well, in order to tide us over until then, I think we should move the rest of the evening back to my bedroom.” He pushed his chair back to get up.
~ ~ ~
“Why do that when it’s so beautiful out here tonight?” She smiled at him wickedly and rose. Slowly, with catlike grace, she undid the belt of her robe and walked toward him.
“What are you planning?” Zach ran his eyes over her, while she pulled open her bathrobe and exposed her nakedness to him.
She stopped in front of him, pushed him back into his chair and bent over him. “Can’t you guess?”
He opened his own robe. “I have a vague idea.” He placed his hands on her hips and pulled her down to him, so she sat on him astride.
His cock had already filled with blood and stood fully upright like a soldier on the parade ground. Without haste, he pulled Rochelle closer, until his erection pressed against her sex.
“It looks like we both had the same idea.” She slid her hands underneath his bathrobe, caressed his shoulders and rubbed her groin against him.
“If I’d known you were this adventurous, I would have suggested this earlier.” He grinned and grabbed her ass to pull her even closer to him. The contact of skin on skin, of pulsing cock to warm female flesh was electrifying.
He dropped his gaze to her tantalizing breasts that called to him like ripe fruit.
“I think I’m in the mood for dessert.” He winked at her before lowering his lips to one breast and sucking her nipple into his mouth.
She moaned softly. “Do I also get dessert?”
“Later.” He rubbed his cock against her and swiped his tongue over her hardening nipple. Slowly he let it pop from his mouth. “As soon as I’ve eaten my fill.”
And that would take a while, because to suck Rochelle’s breasts, to feel how she reacted to him, was a feeling he wanted to enjoy for as long as he could. He couldn’t get enough of it and wanted to not only explore her with his mouth but also with his hands. And he wanted her naked. He pushed her robe off her shoulders and farther down, until it fell to the floor.
“Zach, if somebody sees us…”
He lifted his head to look at her. “We’re too high up. Nobody will see us.” And even if somebody on a neighboring building had a telescope and was watching them, he didn’t care. To make love to Rochelle under the stars was more important. “Now, let me enjoy my dessert.”
When he brought his lips back to her breast and pulled the rosy peak into his mouth, Rochelle threw her head back and moaned. He palmed her breasts, squeezed them, while he alternately kissed one nipple and then the other. Farther below he moved his hips back and forth, thrusting against her in a steady rhythm. Heat emanated from the apex of her thighs, and her juices coated his cock as she rubbed herself on him.
He slid one hand down to her sex and touched her there, caressed her warm folds and stroked upward to her clit.
“Zach!”
Her cry echoed in the night and caused him to suck her even harder, with more determinat
ion, while he strummed her clit with more pressure. He brought his second hand to help and pushed her legs farther apart. Then he adjusted his cock at her center and rubbed it over her center of pleasure, up and down. Slowly and gently, but with increasing pressure and tempo.
Rochelle was hanging onto his shoulders, while she rocked up and down. He let go of her breast and looked up into her face. He wanted to see that expression of ecstasy when she came, when she let herself go in his arms.
“Yeah, baby,” he encouraged her. “Rub yourself on my cock until you come.”
She panted, her breaths irregular. A thin layer of perspiration covered her face and neck and made her skin glow in the lights that were recessed in the ground along the balcony’s railing. The sight of Rochelle nearly robbed him of his breath. So much beauty and grace combined in her. Like a goddess she rode him. Like the naked Lady Godiva on her horse.
With each movement his body heated more. He wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer, but even though he wasn’t inside her, she nevertheless drove him toward the point of no return. He didn’t care. To stop now and carry her into his bedroom where he kept the condoms wasn’t an option. He sensed how close she was to her climax and didn’t want to rob her of that pleasure.
Zach brought his hands back to her behind and pressed her harder to him. He wanted to come with her, wanted to share her pleasure when she surrendered to him.
“Oh God, Zach, yes!”
Their gazes met, and he saw the lust and desire in her eyes.
“Rochelle…”
She was beautiful and perfect. And the way she looked at him now, he believed he saw something in her eyes that he, too, felt in his heart: affection. What was between them wasn’t just lust and passion, not just sexual desire, though they had an abundance of that. No, tenderness and affection connected them. And perhaps even more.
“I want you,” he murmured and pulled his head back. “More than anything.”
The moment their mouths met for a passionate, all-consuming kiss, he felt her shudder. Relief washed over him and he let go of his control, rubbed himself even harder against her spasming sex until he felt his balls contract and semen shoot through his shaft. He exploded against her stomach.