Home
Hearing that word fall from his lips sent a chill down my spine. Because It was the first time he'd said it the way he did. We were home for each other.
Now, his large hand alternates from the gear shift, to resting firm on my thigh while he drives us out of the parking lot, back to his apartment.
The feel of his hand on my skin sent more pleasurable chills downward, and I felt safer than any house or apartment ever could do for me.
I bit my lip, looking at him as we drove through interstate 85, watching the cars on the opposite side of the road pass. Derek averted his heavy gaze from the road to look at me, and I turned, keeping my gaze on him.
"Hurry up, baby." I whined and moaned breathlessly, letting my hand creep up his thigh, then his grip on the steering wheel tightened once I started stroking and tugging on his erection through his jeans.
"Don't worry, Mama. We almost there...Shit." he murmured, glancing my way before returning his focus to the road, smiling.
Derek slowed down, taking us on a rounded exit and he sped back up again, weaving through traffic.
Soon enough, we pulled back into the parking lot of Derek's apartment building. We got out of the car, ignoring the cold winter breeze as he pulled me close to him, our lips meeting in a passionate kiss.
"Bring 'yo ass on, Mama." With his firm grip around my waist, Derek guided me through the glass double doors of the building. I sucked in a sharp breath, reacting to his hand squeezing my ass in the process of holding the door open for me.
The concierge's desk was quiet, the same gentleman each time, usually watching something on his phone but he made sure to greet us every time we passed. "Evening, Mr. Mobley," he called out.
"Aye, good evening." Derek responds shortly before nodding his way. Then his eyes returned to me as he quickly steered us towards the elevators.
Once we got inside the mirrored elevator, our lips locked again. Harder and hungrier this time. My back pressed against the cool metal wall while his hands roamed over my body.
I moaned into his mouth and let my fingers stroke his nape, tasting Hennessy and mint on his tongue.
"You want me, Mama?" Derek asked while rubbing on my ass some more, cursing under his breath.
I really wanted to answer him, but when he started sucking on my neck and rubbing on the fabric of my panties where my throbbing clit rested, all that came out was a whimper, "Mmmhmm." His lips trailing down to my collarbone had me squirming in his arms.
"Shit, baby... look atchu...soaking through them panties." he groaned, pushing the elevator button to speed up our ascent, like that was going to make any difference.
We were so lost in each other, it feels like the ride up to his floor could last forever and also quickly at the same time.
Then the doors opened, and we stumbled out together. "Walk ahead of me, Mama." Derek said, wanting to view my backside on the way to his door. So I walked in front of him, letting go of his hand as I swayed my hips down the hallway.
"Damn, baby... get 'yo sexy ass up there." I heard him groaning under his breath. With just a g-string underneath, I could very well feel my ass shaking with each step and it's no wonder why Derek had that hungry look in his eyes all evening.
Sexual tension between us increases, us finally making it to his door. Derek was distracted as he was fishing for his keys, pulling me back into him, his need to press his hard length against my lower back.
