Chemistry

The emotional turmoil that expanded throughout his body increased as he sang his last note and his gaze caught hers in the crowd. Everyone in the audience applauded for them, cheering and hollering. He was proud of the progress the band was making, even if it meant playing music for small events. Music was in his blood, his favorite outlet. Even though he loved the adrenaline singing in front of crowds gave him, the rush of blood and lust filling his veins at the moment were all caused by her.

An hour and a half passed, and the only people in the lounge were some of his band members and a few waitresses cleaning up. And of course her. She always waited until he was done to congratulate him.

"That set was perfection," she said, her coat draped over her arm as she approached him, a smile on her lips.

"Thank you. I'm glad you came," he replied, pulling her against him, her short frame was something he had gotten used to.

"How could I resist that amazing voice of yours?" she said as she grinned, taking his collar in her fingers, pulling him down towards her lips. He chuckled and kissed her, not realizing how much he had missed her lips since the last time he had tasted them. Which had been way too long. The last six months away from her had been hell. He pulled away from her, taking her cheek in his hand as he caressed her face, smiling as he stared down into her pretty brown eyes framed with glasses.

"Lets get out of here," he said, and she nodded, grabbing his hand and leading him out of the lounge after saying goodbye to his band mates. They entered the brisk October night, and they managed to hail a cab.

He gave the taxi driver the directions to his place and they settled into the cab as the driver entered traffic.

"These heels are murdering my feet," she said as her hand tugged off her black pumps. He reached for her feet and started massaging them. She giggled, biting her bottom lip as she looked at him. He smirked, and stared at her as he continued to loosen the muscles in her feet.

"Six months huh? Went by pretty fast," he said, his eyes lowering.

"Don't do that," she said as she inched closer to him, her feet returning to her heels.

"Don't do what?" he said, their eyes meeting, and he caressed her cheek again. She leaned into it, her eyes closing at his touch.

"Get all sad on me. I'm here now...." she started and kissed his hand, her soft and warm lips on his skin was enough to make him twitch in his pants. He swallowed hard as she looked up at him, mischief and desire in her chestnut colored eyes.

"Its hard not sleeping beside you anymore," he said, returning to his sad mood. She looked at him with a concerned expression. But it didn't stop her from rubbing his upper thigh, the front of his jeans pushed against his hardened member. His body always reacted to her this way. Its as if he were dead when she was gone and came to life when she touched him. He licked his lips as she leaned against the door of the cab, taking off one of her pumps and placing her foot right over the front of his jeans. He tried not to choke on his own spit as he quickly glanced over at the cab driver, who's demeanor grew more impatient with the traffic ahead of them. He couldn't see what was going on, due to the darkness within the cab.

She continued to rub circles over his bulge, making it harder and harder to resist not ripping off her clothes in this car. She smirked and bit her bottom lip.

"I think I need some warming up. Would you mind helping me?" she asked as she placed herself onto his lap, her backside right on top of his erection. He suppressed a groan and wrapped his arms around her, chuckling as she rested her forehead onto his. He couldn't kiss her now. He was afraid if he started, he wouldn't be able to stop.

"We're going to be stuck in this traffic for a while. I'm going to go see what the hold up is. I hope you guys don't mind," the cab driver said as he glanced at them.

"Uh, no. Not a problem. Take your time," he said as the cab driver exited the parked car.

"Finally," she said as she took his lips in hers, her tongue meeting his as they kissed heatedly. Her hands reached between them, undoing his belt, and unzipping his jeans. He was hard and thick in her hands, and it caused her to moan.

"He could come back at any moment," he said huskily, as she hiked up her skirt, and slowly rubbed herself onto him. The feel of her warm skin on his shaft was enough to make him lose his mind, his hands turning into fists in frustration.

"Hmm, he could," she said as her movements turned into strokes, the juncture between her legs rubbing up and down his stiff member. And when his tip felt how wet she was for him briefly, it was all it took for him to grip her hips and slide into her. They both moaned deeply, her arms wrapping around his neck as he slowly pumped into her. She took her coat off, placing it over her lap, just in case anyone was tuning into their public display of affection.

It had been a while since he had been inside her, but it felt as good as he remembered, warm, soft, tight and wet. He was too turned on and too impatient to wait any longer. He thrusted into her, increasing his pace but he caught a glimpse of the taxi driver heading back towards his cab and he slipped out of her, right before he came and adjusted her skirt. It would've killed him, but he knew they'd get to finish as soon as they reached his apartment.

"Finally, it's moving," the cab driver mumbled as he entered the car and put on his seat belt. They looked at each other then, smirking as she sat beside him and held his hand.

The traffic dissolved not too long after that, and they reached his place in less than twenty minutes. The old building wasn't much to look at, but it was affordable and close to main street. The alley that stood between his building and his favorite Chinese food place was dark and quiet. It was perfect for what he wanted to do. He paid the cab driver and quickly grabbed her hand, leading her out of the car. She followed him into the alley, far enough into it where no one would think to look.

His mouth watered as the scent of Chinese food filled his nose. But he wasn't craving food. He was craving her.

He pushed her gently up against the bricks of the old building and lifted her leg up, wrapping it around his waist. She grinned and took his lips once again, while he brought himself out of his jeans and inside her wetness. He gasped as her muscles contracted and pulled around him, milking him. His hands took hers, pinning them above her head against the cold bricks, and began to move in and out of her. They moved together, their hips meeting and pulling apart with each thrust.

He released her hands and gripped her hips, lifting her up so he could gain more access and he moaned loudly as he buried himself as deep as he could inside her.

His forehead rested against hers as they both went over the edge, consumed with pleasure and satisfaction. He looked down at her as he released her legs and let his eyes say what his lips couldn't. She smiled, nodding, resting her head against his chest as he held her tight.