Part Eight

It was her move and Aisha knew it, but she didn't know what to do. Then after few minutes of thinking, she rose to her knees and faced the man before.

Aisha took in a deep breath and placed a hand on each side of Rocky's face. She pulled him to her and firmly placed her lips over his.

Rocky froze for only a moment, shocked that the literally the girl of his dreams was kissing. It didn't take him long to respond though. He open his mouth slightly, just enough to allow his tongue to taste her lucious lips.

He loved her lips so plump and inticing when she spoke. He wondered what else her mouth could do as he touched the tip of his tongue to the crease of her lips.

Aisha opened her mouth and moaned as tongue touched hers. He tasted of orange soda and skittles. She could easily get addicted to that taste.

Rocky was already addicted to Aisha's flavor. She tasted like cotton candy flavored bubble gum. He remembered it was her favored since the flavor added to gum.

Aisha's hands went to his shortened hair and cursed him for cutting it the place. She rubbed the back of his neck as his hands moved to her waist his fingers slipping under her yellow tank top.

Their kiss deepened and Rocky leaned into her and she leaned back until she hit the mattress. Rocky was nestled between her thighs and he rolled to his side so he could rest and allow his hands to explore her body.

Aisha's hands found their way to his chest and she massage the muscles there. He had really filled out since she'd seen him last. Not a bad change.

One of Rocky's hands was on her rear, squeezing playfully. The other was rubbing her back.

Rocky's lips moved from her lips to kiss a trail down her cheek to neck as attempt to give each other air.

Aisha gasped for air and arched into his touch. Things were going really fast, but she found she didn't care. She found the hem of his shirt and pulled up.

"Rock, hon, as much as I love to see you in red, you gotta lose the shirt."

Rocky nodded against her flesh and reluctantly moved away and pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it somewhere in his room.

Aisha stared at him at first. She nevered really looked at him like this. Of course she knew he was attractive and very often had a couple erotic fantasies involving him, but she never dreamed it would be so... So... She couldn't think of a word to describe what was happening to her. It also didn't help that Rocky was back at her neck and one of his hands had found purchase on her breast.

She gasped as she felt him graze her nipple and she moved into his touch.

Rocky's lips moved from her neck to her collarbone to her shoulder. He left little nips in his wake making the woman under him squirm.

Aisha pushed him to his back and moved to straddle his hips. She removed her shirt and tossed it from them. Her lips instantly found his again and they both moaned at the contact of their bare chest.

"Condom." Aisha moaned. It was more of an order than an question and Rocky nodded and pointed to a shoebox on his night stand.

Aisha stared at him with questions in her eyes.

"Dad told me to alway be prepared." He said as he found his voice. It was harsh with arousal, but he found it. "I just bought them recently."

"That's good, but why the shoebox."

"Drawer's broken."

Aisha nodded and opened the box. Getting what she needed she turned back to her soon to be lover.

"You know why I'm doing this, right?" She asked and Rocky wished the talking would stop.

"I love you, Rocky Mateo DeSantos."

He smiled up at her and reached to pull her down into a gentle kiss.

"I love you too, Aisha Marie Campbell."

They kissed again, only more passionately as they allowed their love to sweep them up into a night they would never forget.