Love don't live here anymore

Chapter 12:

Blake waited for Samantha to take off, then he was practically at her side. She tilted the bike, dropped to one knee then braked, reversed and went in the opposite direction. It took Blake a minute or so to back track and follow her.  She hit the accelerator, raised the bike, so only the back wheel was on the road, she kept it at full throttle, cleared over the bulk rubbish container and scaled over the fence into an alley.  She made a perfect landing, arching her body forward, her knees buckled, as she skillfully maneuvered the bike down a flight of stairs. Bracing her shoulders, she forced the bike through the green hedging into a nearby park.  Thanks heavens for the helmet, her face was protected.   The race track took her to an exit that met an underground walkway.   She exited the empty walkway, hit the accelerator at full speed and three minutes later she was outside her posh Melrose Arch apartment. She was soiled, dusty, itchy and in desperate need of a shower when she got to her apartment. Trent was awaiting them, sitting on her staircase with no sign whatsoever of Blake.

'I'm going to shower. Tomorrow you and I will talk!' she waged her finger at Trent.

'Where's Blake?'

'You were cozy with him the entire night.  How the hell should I know?' she closed her door and headed for the shower.

Some ten minutes later, as she had just come out the shower, she heard Blake's bike pull up outside her garage.   She smiled to herself, bit on her lower lip as she slipped on a sweat suit. It was way past midnight, she should just climbed into bed, but she knew Blake would want to come in. She switched on the percolator and waited for the doorbell to sound. And she did not have long to wait. As she opened the front door, she saw a car enter, Henk Visser was reporting for duty, Trent saluted goodbye. She waived to Trent, greeted Henk, and then her eyes shifted and locked with Blake's.  She stepped aside to allow him entry. He smelt good and looked fresh. But then he hadn't scraped through alleyways, and ridden through creepy, itchy hedges.

'Where on earth did you disappear to?' he asked astonished.

'I rode home,' she responded evasively, and turned her back so he could not see the smirk on her face.

'My evening was quite an eye opener,' he murmured wrapping his arms around her waist from behind.

It felt good being in Blake's arms.   What a change from the slime balls she had to put up with constantly day in and day out.

'Samantha, I just don't know how you do all you do,' he whispered hoarsely, his lips caressing at the pulse at her throat.

She leaned against him.   Her head angled to the side, as she purred softly. His hand slipped under her sweat shirt, and cupped over her delectable well rounded breast. He moulded his body to hers. Samantha turned around in his arms, her lips reached up to find his.

Blake pressed against her body, as his lips closed hungrily over hers. A guttural sound escaped him, as she responded. She pulled him closer, as they exchanged a deep enthralling kiss. He drew back gently and gazed into her eyes. Samantha pressed her palms against his chest, and slowly removed his jacket. He lifted his arms as the jacket fell to the floor.   She peeled his T shirt off him next.

Blake groaned with pleasure, as her lips trailed down his chest.   Her teeth bit gently on his nipple. Blake scooped her into his arms, and hurried upstairs to her bedroom.  In a flash he had relieved her of her garments.  Only the silk undies were untouched.  He leaned over her as his mouth caressed over her aroused nipple.   His tongue trailed erotically down to her navel.   She gasped as his lips caused a rippling sensation throughout her body.

Her fingers raked riotously through his hair.   She threw her head back and groaned aloud as his lips pressed soft feathery kisses on her silky undies.  She moaned protestingly as it became moist from his teasing.  She wanted more, so much more. She wanted his lips to press his hot kisses on her naked flesh. She murmured, pleaded.  Her hips begged for the torture to end, and then it did. Ripping the flimsy material covering her womanhood, his lips touched her moistness, gently grazed her soft flesh.  Her fingers pierced into his shoulders.   Finally he succumbed and she felt the sweet bliss of heaven as he buried himself inside her and did not stop the torture, until she exploded and he joined her in a blissful climatic union.