Fervent Desires

Chapter 21 - Evening Romp

It was late when I finally pulled up to my condo. After my migraine had subsided I had spent the rest of the day catching up on the work that I had missed. A couple of the top executives had wanted to go out for a drink after work, but I had other plans in mind. I politely declined the invitation and practically raced to my car. Erica was already inside waiting for me and I longed to go up and see her. I longed for her embrace, I longed for the way she always made my problems melt away when I was with her.

It had started raining and the valet was at my door in an instant, umbrella in hand. “Good Evening Ms. Vanderbilt,” he greeted as I stepped out of the car.  “Good Evening,” I returned his greeting, handing him the keys and making a dash for the entrance before he could offer me his umbrella.

By the time I got to the lobby I had begun to regret my decision, I was drenched from head to toe. I hurriedly made my way to the elevator ignoring the curious look I received from the desk clerk.

“What the hell happened to you?” asked Erica, her eyes wide with shock at the sight of me.

“Good to see you too honey,” I responded reaching to give her a hug.

“Oh hell no, you need to go get a shower and change into some dry clothes,” she said pushing me away.

“Oh come on,” I teased, reaching for her again.

“Taylor no,” she squealed, shying away from me.

“Give me a kiss,” I goaded, pretending to advance on her.

She squealed even louder and scurried half way across the room. “C’mon hun get in the shower with me,” I urged as I started stripping off my soaking wet clothes. She paused as I ripped off my blouse and let it fall to the floor. Erica watched me as if she was in a trance, licking her lips as I slowly unbuttoned my pants. I had her and she knew it.

“Fine,” she said, her voice barely more than a whisper.

I slowly made my way over to her. She stood frozen in place as I let the remaining clothes fall around me. First my bra then my panties. I made quick work of undressing her right then and there, pulling her dress over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra; her n*****s stood at attention and I couldn’t help taking one in my mouth as I pulled her panties down.

Erica moaned, throwing her head back she jammed her fingers into my wet hair. “I missed you,” I murmured as I came up to place a kiss on her lips. “How about you come help me get cleaned up?” I suggested, leading her to the bathroom. We made our way through the bedroom where I stopped to turn on some music. Leaving the door to the bathroom open I turned the shower on and stepped inside. Hot water cascaded over me sending a wave of goose bumps all over my body. Erica stared at me, her eyes roaming over me perversely.

“Are you going to join me?” I asked, motioning for her to come in. 

She blushed when she realized she had been staring and I couldn’t suppress my laughter. She stepped into the shower and then it became my turn to stare. I stood fixated on her curves. I had caressed them a million times, but looking at them now, pink from the warm water drove me crazy. Erica stepped closer clearly enjoying my gaze. She picked up the wash cloth and began lathering soap all over my body. I gasped when she passed gently over my n****e, hovering briefly before moving on to the other. I sighed in pleasure. The feel of the hot water on my skin along with her scent was sending me into a frenzy.

I turned, allowing her to trail tiny kisses on my back while simultaneously lathering soap in their wake. She reach around with her free hand and fondled my left breast.  I have to admit the whole experience was wildly erotic. As the water flowed over me washing the suds away; I turned to face her taking in her nakedness, with her doing the same. At that moment she noticed a tiny bit of soap hiding beneath my breast and carefully wiped it away, sending a shiver down my spine. Here she was, the woman I loved sharing this intimate moment with me. I embraced her softly and passionately.

I gasped as she started kissing my neck, then right behind my ear. I braced myself against the wall, the passion too much to control. I felt Erica’s fingers slide gently between my thighs. I was already wet from our escapades. She slid her fingers slowly caressing my most intimate spot; but refraining from slipping them inside. I closed my eyes enjoying the rhythm of her movements. I moaned quietly, my body aching for her to continue deeper, harder. I felt like I was about to burst with need. My need grew greater and inevitably started accumulating at the pit of my stomach. At that moment she got on her knees, shoved me against the wall and thrust her face into my core.

The shower was hitting my breasts, water gently fondling my n*****s, rolling down my stomach and onto her forehead. The water didn’t distract her from pleasuring me. Breathing through her mouth, she exhaled her warm breath against my dripping center. Her licks got harder and deeper and my body quivered with every stroke of her tongue

Pushed against the wall, she had access to all of me. She inserted a finger which entered easily, prompting her to enter another. I gasped in pleasure as she worked her fingers in and out, gripping the walls around me as if my legs would give way at any minute.

“Bedroom,” I gasped, I couldn’t trust my legs any longer.

I sprinted out of the shower and dashed for the bed not even bothering to dry off. Erica was right behind me, landing on top of me, in a tangled heap on the bed. Grabbing her by the hair I kissed her vigorously, tasting my juices on her lips.

I haled deeply, intoxicated by her scent, she smelled of her usual lavender that I had grown so accustomed to. Lavender and something else, I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. I took another whiff, trying to place the smell. “Is something burning?” I asked as recognition hit me.

Her eyes grew wide “Oh s**t, dinner!” she yelled jumping off the bed and running towards the kitchen.

I followed closely on her heels. The kitchen was a cloud of smoke and I instinctively reached for the nearby fire extinguisher. The smoke detector blared when Erica yanked open the oven. Satisfied that nothing was actually on fire I focused my attention on fanning the smoke away from the smoke detector. The phone rang, it was the front desk informing me that they were aware of the alarm and asking if I needed them to call the fire department. I hurriedly reassured the clerk that everything was under control before heading back to check on the kitchen.

Dissatisfied with the progress I hurried towards the balcony and opened the doors, allowing the smoke to drift out into the night. The process was swift and after about five minutes the alarm had stopped beeping. I went over to check on Erica who was sitting on the floor looking at the charred roast she had pulled out of the oven.

“Dinner is ruined,” she looked up at me with tears brimming in her eyes.

“It’s ok,” I comforted. “I like my meat well done”.

She was quiet for a moment and I feared that I had made matters worse. The air grew tense between us. Erica and I held eye contact for what felt like ages, then she burst out laughing. She laughed so hard that tears started streaming down her face.

“We almost burned your apartment down,” she choked out between bursts of laughter.

"We?" I raised a brow at her but she didn't seem to notice.

It was quite the scene before me; she sat butt naked on the floor, the roast in front of her burnt beyond belief, laughing uncontrollably, her face covered in smut. I couldn’t help but laugh myself. Reaching for the phone I quickly dialed the number to the nearby pizzeria.