Only for You

29: Nothing but Us

Starting their morning off with a bang, Fatima tossed her head back, bouncing uncontrollably on Zac. His eyes were locked on her breasts as they moved with her, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip at the sight. One hand gripped her waist, guiding her movements, while the other toyed with her clit, drawing more moans from her lips.

Her fingers clutched the headrest of the sofa for support, the other bracing against his knee as she rode him.

"You feel so good, baby," she moaned, grinding against him, her body chasing every ounce of pleasure.

"Shit, baby, you do too," he groaned, licking his lips as his grip tightened on her.

Leaning forward, Zac captured a nipple in his mouth, sucking greedily, his tongue flicking against the hardened peak. The sensation sent a wild shiver through her. Her body tensed, her walls tightening around him as an uncontrollable wave of pleasure surged through her.

A high-pitched scream tore from her throat as she came, her juices spilling onto him in a rush.

"Damn, mama," Zac grunted, driving up into her, matching her every movement with deep, powerful strokes.

His jaw clenched, eyes dark with lust, and before she could recover, he grabbed her ass, lifting her with ease as he stood up, keeping himself buried inside her.

Fatima clung to Zac, her legs locked tightly around his waist, nails digging into his back as he pressed her against the wall. Each thrust sent her sliding up and down, the friction igniting every nerve in her body.

"Oh my god, baby!" she moaned, tossing her head back, overwhelmed by the relentless pleasure.

They had been at it since six that morning, insatiable for each other. She cupped his face, bringing his lips to hers, their tongues tangling as he gripped her ass, bouncing her on him effortlessly.

"Mmm— I'm cumming, baby—" she gasped, breaking the kiss to stare into his eyes. Her fingers tightened on his shoulders, nails biting into his skin as her climax ripped through her.

"Shit, me too, mama," he groaned, his strokes growing slow and sloppy as he chased his release.

The sound of her wetness filled the space between them, his hips rolling into hers a few more times before they both unraveled together. Their breaths came in ragged pants, and Fatima let her head fall onto his shoulder as she tried to steady herself.

"Shit," Zac muttered, smacking her ass before carrying her to the bed, laying her down gently.

At some point, they had moved from the bed to the sofa—now, he hovered over her, his gaze softening as he took her in. Her bonnet had been tossed aside, leaving her curls wild and damp. A grin tugged at his lips as he brushed a few strands from her face, then leaned down to kiss her.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, smiling against her lips.

She returned the smile, reaching up to cup his chin, her nails grazing the stubble of his beard. Teasingly, she stuck out her tongue, making him chuckle before he leaned in again, meeting her halfway as their tongues entwined once more.

"Mmm..." she moaned into the kiss, savoring him.

Zac pulled back with a smirk. "We gotta stop before we end up going another round," he said, withdrawing from her slowly, earning a soft, satisfied moan in response.
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Zac came walking out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped low around his waist, his skin still damp from his shower. He ran a hand over his head, letting out a content sigh, but then his eyes landed on Fatima, kneeling by the sofa, scrubbing at it furiously.