Only for You

36: Hard Launch

It was the middle of the night, Fatima lay wide awake, listening to the rhythmic crash of ocean waves outside. Moonlight streamed into the bedroom, casting soft shadows across the room.

She reached for her phone and typed out a message. You still up?

A minute later, her screen lit up with a response.

Yeah.

A smirk tugged at her lips as she typed back. I'm coming.

Without waiting for another reply, she locked her phone. She wanted to sleep next to her man. Another message dinged, but she ignored it, slipping out of bed. Moving carefully, she opened the sliding door and stepped outside, the cool night air brushing against her skin. She padded silently across the porch to Zac's room and knocked lightly on his sliding door.

It only took a second before he appeared, pulling the curtain back before unlocking the door.

"What the hell, Tima?" he scolded softly, eyes darting around as if making sure no one saw her.

"Relax, I'll leave before he wakes up," she whispered back, slipping inside.

Zac sighed but locked the door behind her. The moment they climbed into bed, his arms wrapped around her instinctively. He wanted her there just as much as she wanted to be.

As they lay tangled together in the dark, the warmth of his body pressed against hers, and something shifted in her. Desire stirred, taking over rational thought. Slowly, she let her hand wander, slipping beneath the waistband of his boxer briefs. Her fingers found him.

Zac sucked in a sharp breath as Fatima's hand wrapped around him, her soft fingers stroking his length with a teasing slowness that made his stomach tighten. "Tima," he warned in a hushed tone, his grip tightening around her waist.

"Shhh," she whispered, pressing a kiss against his jaw. "Be quiet, baby."

"Me?" he scoffed lowly, his voice husky as her hand moved with more intent. "You the one that can't stay quiet."

She smirked against his skin. "Watch me."

Zac groaned softly, rolling her onto her back as he hovered over her. The sheets rustled as he nudged her legs apart, his knee sliding between them. "You really snuck in here just to start something you know we can't finish properly?"

Fatima bit her lip, her eyes dark with desire as she pulled him down. "We can finish. We just gotta be quiet."

Zac exhaled through his nose, shaking his head with a low chuckle. "You play too much."

"I play just enough."

Her fingers trailed down his abs, dipping beneath the waistband of his boxer briefs again. Zac clenched his jaw, his body responding to her touch instantly. "Tima..."

"Shhh, baby," she whispered again, teasing him with a slow stroke. "You feel so good."

He exhaled harshly, burying his face in her neck, his lips pressing against her heated skin to muffle his groan. Fatima's breath hitched when his hand slid beneath her sleep shorts, his fingers tracing slow, lazy circles against her clit.

"Oh..." She clamped her mouth shut, biting down on her bottom lip.

Zac smirked, his voice a low whisper against her ear. "Thought you said you could be quiet?"

Fatima glared at him, her nails digging into his back. "Shut up."

"Mm-hmm." He pressed a lingering kiss to her lips, his fingers moving with more purpose, making her hips buck slightly against him. The bed creaked beneath them, and Zac froze.