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 determination, 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.

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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.

It took a few more seconds, until he could stop his cock from thrusting against her.

Breathing heavily, he let go of her lips and rested his forehead against hers.

Rochelle’s chest heaved. “I think we both need a shower now.”

He grinned involuntarily and put a finger under her chin, lifting her face. He looked into her eyes. Her pupils were dilated and covered with a soft sheen.

“I can’t wait for our weekend together. Though I have to warn you: I don’t think either of us will get a lot of sleep.”

She brushed her hand through his hair and caressed his nape. “Sleep is overrated.”

He laughed. “I’m glad you think so, too.”

21

Rochelle dialed her brother’s number once more, but like this morning, Steve didn’t answer. This time she left him a longer, more detailed message.

“Steve, I wired you the rest of the money this morning. Please contact your bank to make sure it’s there. And please call me back so I don’t have to worry about you. Ok?” She sighed. “You can reach me on my cell over the weekend. I won’t be home.”




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