When Wayne finally allowed her into the apartment, I closed my door. Raven was probably grabbing her things. I had no idea where she’d go now, and I didn’t care. She had turned into some terrible creature I hardly recognized.
* * *
Wayne asked me to come with him when he went to speak to a divorce lawyer. I agreed.
It was a simple process. Raven would receive a summons to appear in court. It could get sticky if my sister decided to contest it, but Wayne had the recording that proved Raven’s unfaithfulness and he’d play it in court, if necessary. As it turned out, my sister never even bothered showing up. The judge granted Wayne the divorce and complete custodial rights—not that he had any concern that Raven would challenge him for custody. She hadn’t been a mother to the boy from the start. I had gone to court with Wayne for moral support. We both left that courtroom relieved and extremely happy.
* * *
“I’m a free man,” Wayne said, taking my hand in his. We were sitting close together in a corner booth at an upscale restaurant in the Royal Hotel, where we’d also booked a room for the night. We’d left Ty with a neighbor in the building and driven into the city for a quiet dinner to celebrate the day his divorce became final.
“Yes, you are,” I replied, feeling the happiest I’d been in a long time.
“Will you marry me, Rochelle?”
I put down my glass of champagne and tenderly stroked the side of his handsome face. “There’s nothing in this world that would make me happier, but are you certain you want to jump from the frying pan into the fire? After all, you just got divorced.” I was teasing.
Wayne grinned and brought his face close to mine. “Uh-huh. That’s true. But I’m ready to jump in feet first.”
He covered my mouth with his. The kiss sent sparks throughout my body as I began to anticipate the pleasure that was to follow. Signaling the waiter, he motioned for the check.
After he’d paid, Wayne met my gaze. “Let’s go up.”
We walked toward the elevator holding hands. The doors opened and we stepped into an empty car. Wayne took me into his arms and kissed me. By the time the elevator reached our floor, we were both breathless. We got out of the elevator and walked to our room. He slipped the key card into the slot and when the green light came on, we stepped inside. The door had barely closed behind us before I was in his strong arms once more.
We kissed our way toward the bed. I could hardly believe all this was actually happening. My heart was slamming against the wall of my chest as Wayne slowly began to undress me. He removed my silk blouse and kissed the rising swells of my breasts, which ached to be released. A moment later, my bra was tossed aside and Wayne was suckling my nipple. My restless hands tugged at his belt.
Wayne stood straighter and opened his belt, then unzipped his slacks and stepped out of them. Next he opened his shirt and flung it aside. His cock, pushing through his boxers, looked primed and ready for me. Without taking my eyes off his beautiful body, I stepped out of my skirt and panties. He took his boxers off and we fell together onto the bed.
In one motion, I was in his arms. Wayne reclaimed my lips, crushing me to him. His tongue sent shivers of desire racing through my body. I returned his kiss with the hunger I’d kept pent-up inside for so long. When his lips left my mouth to kiss my neck, my lips felt as if they’d been scorched. My senses practically short-circuited as he moved his mouth down my neck and kissed his way to one breast and fanned the other with his fingers. I raked his back with my nails as I felt him place one finger, then a second into me. It was as if I were melting from the inside out.
I wanted to feel his cock inside me now. I arched my back and lifted my body. My love juice was pooling around Wayne’s fingers. He removed them and nudged his engorged cock into me. I gasped in pleasure as he held my hips and pulled me in deeper. He kept on holding my hips as he moved me up and down his love stick. I licked his ear and kissed his neck as I felt an orgasm building within me. It was getting closer and closer with each stroke. I let myself go with abandon and cried out.
“That’s it, baby girl, let go,” Wayne murmured as he lowered me to the bed and pumped into me until he reached his own climax.
Drenched in sweat, we both collapsed in a heap. Wayne rolled over and took me into his arms. Holding me tightly, he kissed my face, my eyes and finally my lips.
“I love you, Rochelle.”
“And I love you,” I replied. “I promise never to let you out of my sight.”
He smiled down at me. “I’m a very lucky man.”
“I never thought you’d ever be free. You have no idea how much I prayed for this day.”
“But do you know what the best part is, Rochelle?”
I looked into his incredible blue eyes and shook my head.
“We have all the time in the world and the rest of our lives to share.”
TOUCHÉ
I love my wife. And I’m not just saying it in order to convince myself. No matter what I’ve done or will do in the future, I will always love Carrie, my long-legged, blonde, blue-eyed beauty. To me, she’s the epitome of womanhood—my very own Venus, tall with all the curves where they’re meant to be and the most perfect breasts I’ve ever held or tasted. My very own beacons to light the darkest of my nights. Sex with her has always been fulfilling and
