The Photographer

C41.

"Fuck baby that shit feels good."Zac moans out as Fatima sucks him dry, he took his hand behind her head running his fingers through her pressed out hair.

It was three in the morning and they were going at it again this was their fourth round and they still haven't had enough of each other.

Leaving a trail of love bites from her neck to her breast  Zac whispers "Your all mines and i mean all of you." He says Before inserting himself inside of her.

Zac and Fatima both went at it until they got tired he wraps his hands around her holding her close as they both drift off to sleep.

That Same Morning- 9:30

Fatima heard her phone going off and woke up out off her sleep,  she looked up to see Zac still knocked out with his mouth opened she shaked her head and laughed before getting out of the bed to use the toilet.

After washing her hands she brushed her teeth then walked back to the room to grab her phone before making her way downstairs to make breakfast.

Not sure of Zac's schedule today she decided to make breakfast for him one thing she knew is that boy don't play about his belly and she didn't either, since she wasn't really hungry she made a smoothie for herself and breakfast for Zac.

As she plated his breakfast she felt some hands wrapped around her.

"Good Morning sweet face."

Smiling "Good morning."

"How are you up already my ass is still tired."

"I wasn't ready to get out of bed just yet but Lori texted me and my phone went off and it just woke me up."

Resting his head on her shoulder "Who you cooking for."

"Boy you, who else would i be cooking for."

"You tryna say something?" Zac asked screwing up his face

"You know i'm always upfront with you so if you looked like a twig I would have never been with you."

 "Damn, you doing niggas like that."

"Yeah, I like to be picked up during sex I need my men to be able to hold me and I like seeing mines with muscles."

"So I ticked every box then." Zac says sliding his hand in her panties 

Laying her head back on his shoulders "You did."

"Oh that's what I thought, I was about to show you again." Zac says before placing a kiss on her neck

"Here is your plate I'm about to shower."

"Okay."

Fatima went back up to her room to take a nice warm bath she really just needed to sit in the tub for a little while to relax because the Marathon she ran lastnight had worn-out.

Back downstairs Zac was texting away on his phone he was also talking to his grandmother, he was just figuring out if she had any other plans that day cause he knows they normally goes to church every Sunday.

As Zac consumed all the bacon on his plate he heard the door bell knowing that Fatima was in the shower he decided to answer the door.

Opening the door a male figure stood infront of him.

"Can I help you." Zac asked 

 Looks at Zac up and down "Nigga who are you?"

"I was just about to ask you the same question." Zac says sizing him up

"I don't know who you is but you not allowed to question me in my shit."

"Come again. your shit, nigga you about to make me put hands on you."