Black Angel

Chapter Nine

Derrick / Zola

Derrick

    I already imagined what kissing her would feel like. What she would taste like. In my fantasy, it felt like a firework and tasted like my favorite meal.
    The reality was beyond everything. It felt and tasted like heaven. And I hadn't even had a real taste of her yet. You know, of her.
    But I wouldn't rush anything until she was willing and ready to give in to me.
    Her lips were soft, our mouths moved in harmony and were absolute synchronous.
    Running my tongue along her teeth, I asked for permission to enter her mouth.
    She gave it. The moment she opened up, my tongue entered her mouth and swirled around with her tongue. She felt so good I didn't want to break the kiss. Ever. I didn't know where my tongue ended and hers began, so much we molded into each other.
    The kiss started off as a passionate and soft one, but it turned into a feral one where I took her on my arms and walked us upstairs to my room.
    Slow down. She came here for your help, not for you to seduce her. You're taking things too fast!
    My inner voice tried to surface but in vain. I was locked in her embrace too much and couldn't stop even if I wanted to. It was too sensual, and I didn't want to go back into the real world right now.
    I wasn't the most religious man. I knew what I was and wasn't allowed to do. But right now, with her in my arms and all over my soul, I wanted to worship every inch of her.
    I kicked my door open and after I walked in, with her on my arms, it fell back closed as I kissed her like there won't be a tomorrow, sucking on her lips and tongue while she did the same.
    Gently placing her on my bed, I hovered above her and continued kissing her, one hand on her cheek, the other on her hip where her hoodie slipped up a bit, exposing a bit of her skin. Feeling her skin against mine like this, in a heated embrace, was feeling like electricity shot through my whole body and straight to my already rock-hard dick.
    I felt alive again. Goose bumps rose on my skin.
    First, her arms were around my neck, pulling me closer and deepening the kiss even more, then her hands were on my cheeks and as she even went further, she let her hands roam over my arms and explore my muscles, slowly going down to my shirt.
    I feared that if I break the kiss, the moment would be over. But as I did and pulled my shirt off my head, her eyes grew with hunger as she caught sight of my shirtless, tatted and bronze top and she pulled me back down to kiss me again, placing her left leg on my back.
    What I would do for this moment to last forever.
    I used her leg to pull her closer to me, running my hand up and down her thigh, slowly letting it wander up and cup her ass while the other hand was going under her hoodie, gently palming her breast over her bra which caused her to moan into my mouth, her hard nipple perking through the material. It was then I felt my cock straining against my zipper, eliciting a moan out of myself. It pressed against her – still clothed – pussy and suddenly she slightly whacked me away, her hands on my chest, with just enough force to push me off her, but it didn't hurt. She couldn't hurt me if she wanted to. Well, she could, actually, but only when she left.
    "Oh God, Derrick I'm so, so sorry. I- I can't. I'm so sorry. I-... Fuck..." She sat upright in the bed and straightened her clothes and tousled hair with us both breathing heavy. She didn't look me in the eye, but I saw her cheeks reddening with guilt and remorse, which I could also hear it in her voice, her head cast down all the time. Then it hit me.
    I'm so sorry. I can't.
    Not don't want to. Can't.
    "You're a virgin." I said casually. Her head shot up and I put on my shirt again. Sitting directly next to her, I placed a hand on her knees, which she pulled up to her chin, and the other on her cheek and said "Don't apologize. It's okay. I respect your decision. No means no, right?" I chuckled irritatedly, but I meant every word.
    As I stood and was about to leave, she held my hand which caused me to turn around again.
    "Thank you. I- I- ..."
    When nothing else came, she got to her feet and hugged me tightly. I hugged her back just as tight and ran my hand up and down the length of her back, placing my head on top of hers.
    "When I was going to the toilet earlier I saw that your clothes were still on your bed. If you want to you could sleep in my bed. Don't worry, I'd sleep on the couch if you accepted my offer." I said in an attempt to change the subject and let her forget our moment. My arms went cold as she pulled back.
    "Oh God, how could I forget that? No, no, no. I can't do that. I'm invading your personal space already, no need to add to this." She said smilingly and before I could say anything, she added "I'll just go and clean up the room."
    Just like that, she was gone.

Zola

    After entering my room, I closed the door behind me, locked it and slowly dropped to the floor.
    What have you done? At least almost.
    I was about to have sex with him. I'd almost let him take me.
    Fuck.
    I'd almost broke the promise I gave my mom, but more myself.
    I couldn't believe it. I knew mom hated me, but looking for my mistake when he was the one cheating... Wow. I was trying to hold back my tears, despite the one escaping my eye. I've just caught my boyfr-, no, EX-boyfriend, Lucas, fucking some blonde whore. It was our two-year anniversary and I wanted to surprise him by flying in. We had a long-distance relationship with me living in Chicago and him living in Santa Maria.
    It would surprise me that mom allowed me to have a boyfriend and even fly to another state just to see him, but she said something when I asked her if I could go, and this made everything clear. 'You have to keep him. God knows who'll take you if he leaves you'. Yup. It was only a few hours ago but it felt like a lifetime already.
    I talked to his sister Kiara, and she told me that he was staying in a hotel in San Francisco due to a meeting up there, so I went there instead of his condo in SM.
    When I arrived, the receptionist was nice enough to help me with which room he stayed on. I took the elevator and stepped out on the fifth floor. I was so excited, I couldn't believe it were two years already. Nearing the door 514, I took a deep breath again and just as I was about to knock, I heard a man groaning and a woman cry out "Ahhh, Lucas!"
    My heart sank. I looked up and checked the door number again. Nope. Still 514. The gift-bag in my hand dropped and a tear escaped my eye as I lifted my hand and knocked on the door. The noise didn't stop so I knocked a bit louder. "Oh, for fuck's sake!" He growled and I froze. It really was him. If the misunderstandable voice didn't convince me, it was his face as he opened the door.
    "Zola? What are you doing here?" His face was wide with shock and in his eyes was panic, which was evident in his voice as well. The only clothing on him was a towel around his waist. I looked down to the gift-bag and he followed my gaze. Picking it up, he took out its content. It was a ticket for the Nirvana concert since he loved the band.
    I took it out of his hand, teared it in little shredded pieces, like he did to my heart, and threw them into his face.
    "Happy two-year anniversary."
    Then I left. I didn't bother hearing his excuses. Cheating wasn't a mistake. It was a choice. He made the choice that he didn't love me enough to wait, so he got his fulfillment from another woman.
    (Back at home) "I didn't do anything mom. I just kept my promise that I won't sleep with anyone until I'm married, and I didn't. He didn't want to wait I suppose." I said angrily to my mother, my vision blurry through tears. She looked me up and down and simply left my room. I was packing my things out again and prepared to take a bath.
    I promised mom, and myself already earlier, that I won't have sex until marriage. But after what happened with Lucas, I was even more sure. I wouldn't whore myself around. My body may not look valuable, but it still was valuable. So was my virginity.
    I wouldn't let just anyone take it. The one who will marry me is the only one who deserves to take it.
    I know, it may sound old-fashioned. But those values still matter to me.
    And I almost crossed a bridge there was no going back from.
    I'd almost let Derrick be the one, and we definitely were not married.
    I felt so bad for him. I knew he wanted it. And by the way his dick strained against my pussy I could tell that he also needed it. I wanted to help him, but I couldn't. That would be inappropriate. It wouldn't be right.
    I still felt the pool of heat between my legs, and I craved a release. But I had to distract myself before I was going down a dangerous road.
    So, I got to my feet again, walked over to my bed and put the clothes in the wardrobe.