NIGHT AIR
Upon their return from recovering the wire in Trecerca, they entered her apartment once again. Rollin closed the door behind them, setting her suitcase to the side. She dumped her purse and crossed to the bar to fix them a drink. Rollin crossed to the door that led to the terrace, venturing outside to watch the sun setting in the west. “Beautiful.” He said turning to her as she joined him.
“Yes, it’s always good to get home.” She said handing him a glass.
He took the glass from her and pulled her to him. “Thanks. Bourbon?” He said adopting his Armenian accent.
She smiled, going along with the game. “You remember.” She said repeating her rehearsed dialogue from two days earlier. “You like my dress?” She asked although she was wearing a skirt and blouse.
“I like.” He said smiling down at her.
He nuzzled her neck. “You still wear the same perfume, too.”
“You like?” She asked.
“I like.” He said bending to touch her lips with his.
“You know this is silly.” She said as they parted.
“But fun.” He said taking another sip of his drink and leaning against the concrete railing that surrounded the balcony.
She pressed herself against him suddenly feeling a chill from the setting sun; he wrapped his arm around her a little tighter. He smiled down at her, drowning in her eyes.
“So?” He asked.
“What?” She responded looking up at him.
“Just wondering?”
“Yes?” She said smiling as her hand moved down to caresses his backside.
“If you would like me to stay?” He asked feeling her hand slide around his hip.
“What do you think?” She asked with a seductive smile, giving his rear a little squeeze.
He smiled at the pressure of her hand. He sat his glass on the edge of the railing and took hers from her. He wrapped both his arms around her and pulled her to him for a passion filled kiss.
As they parted, his hands found the zipper on her skirt and moved it downward as her hands loosened his tie. She smiled at him. “I think maybe we should take this inside.”
“What, shy?” He asked as her skirt came loose on her hips.
“Practical.” She said. “Besides, it’s getting cold out here.”
“Let me see if I can warm you up.” As her skirt fell from her hips.
She raised her head to meet his lips.
They parted and he led her to the chaise lounge in the corner of the balcony. They sat beside one other, he reached to slowly unbutton her blouse and she unbuttoned his shirt. He removed his jacket, tie, shirt, and pants laying them on the floor beside the lounger. She reached behind her and unhooked her bra. He pulled the garment away from her as she laid back on the cushion, smiling up at him. He squeezed in beside her. She ran her nails down his chest, wetting her lips as he ran his hand across her stomach. He smiled at her, his hand caressing her left breast. He leaned over her and took her right nipple in his month, pulling on it gently. She leaned her head back and sighed. Rollins’ hand slowly moved down her stomach and underneath her lace trimmed panties. He continued to tickle her breast with his tongue as her stroked her.
She felt his hard organ pressing against her thigh. She reached to stoke him. He stopped his gently stroking and pushed himself from his place beside her. He kissed her deeply as his hands quickly removed her panties. He parted from her, just long enough to remove his own underwear. He looked down at her and she parted her thighs, waiting for him. He lowered himself on top of her and kissed her again. Her arms went around his neck and she stroked his shoulders. She sighed as he busied himself kissing her shoulders and neck. Her hands worked their way beneath him and she stroked him vigorously. He gave a growl of desire. She smiled up at him and kissed him. He could wait no longer and moved his hips to hers. She opened her legs a little wider, he found her, entering her quickly, making her gasp. He began quick thrusts against her. She stretched against him as his thrusts drove deeper into her. Her legs went around his as they began the ride of the wave of pleasure toward their climax. Rollin pushed himself above her, as he continued his motion against her. Their breathing was rapid, their bodies slipping against one another.
“Rollin…” She said desperately.
Rollin sighed as he released himself inside her. He leaned down and kissed her deeply his tongue exploring hers.
He slowed their motion as her legs tightened against his, pulling him deeper into her. He concentrated on her and thrust quickly against her.
“Oh….”She cried out, as she rode the wave of pleasure, grasping his shoulders and pulling him to her.
He stopped his motion and laid against her, their hearts pumping wildly.
He held Cinnamon as they enjoyed the sensations of their union. Slowly he felt Cinnamon relax from him and he slowly slipped from her. He moved to squeeze back in beside her. His hand slowly tracing the lines of her body. “Warmer now?” He asked smiling at her.
She smiled at him without opening her eyes. “Much.” She said softly.
He smiled and kissed her quickly and laid his head against her shoulder placing his arm across her. It wasn’t long until the cool night air touched his back. He pulled her close. “You’re right, it does get cold out here.” He said softly as he pushed himself above her and moved off the lounger.
Cinnamon pulled her arms about her, the night air surrounding her. She stood to join him.
He picked up his shirt and placed it around her shoulders. He quickly pulled on his pants as she buttoned up his shirt. He took her hand, pulling her to him. She looked up at him and smiled. He kissed her gently. “Time to go in.” He said softly.
“I’ll put some coffee on.” She said, moving away from him, toward the door and back to the warmth of the apartment.
He picked up their various pieces of discarded clothing and followed her inside.
She disappeared into the bedroom changing into a silky robe as he ventured to bathroom to dress. As he poked his head out of the bathroom door, she crossed to him, handing him his shirt. “Missing something.” She asked gently touching his face. “Thanks.” He responded, kissing her palm.
He emerged to find her in the kitchen making coffee. Coming up behind her he embraced her, his lips on her neck, taking in the scent of their union still on her. She leaned back against him. He reached for her face turning it to him. He covered her mouth with his. She turned to him in his arms, pulling him close, her arms about his neck.
“Told you it was cold out there.” She said as they parted.
“Not for too long.” He said smiling down at her.
He held her for a long moment, enjoying her closeness. She slowly moved away from him to pour them each a cup of coffee.
He rounded the bar to sit on a stool across from her. She passed him a cup. He met her eyes as their fingers brushed as she handed him the cup. She smiled slightly, feeling like a schoolgirl. He took a sip of the hot coffee. “Almost a good as Joey’s.” He said.
“I’ll have to find his secret.” She said.
“Good luck, he doesn’t tell a soul.”
“Well, nothing’s impossible.” She said with a smile.
He nodded his agreement and touched his cup to hers. “That’s true.”
THE END
Elena Vorska
December, 1999