Only for You

39: Front Page Love

The rain tapped gently against the windows, the room bathed in the dim gray light of the overcast sky. The world outside was quiet, but inside, their breaths filled the space—heavy, uneven, and laced with desire.

Fatima straddled Zac, her hips rolling in a slow, deliberate rhythm, teasing him with every calculated movement. Her fingers gripped the headboard for support, knuckles turning white as she tilted her head back, eyes fluttering shut.

Zac groaned, his hands firm on her waist, guiding her movements as his mouth found the soft curve of her breast. He flicked his tongue over her sensitive skin, making her gasp before he sucked lightly, his beard grazing her in just the right way.

She shuddered, a low hum escaping her lips. "You're really trying to make me lose my mind, huh?" she murmured, looking down at him through hooded eyes.

He smirked against her skin, his voice rough when he spoke. "Nah, just tryna make sure you don't forget who you belong to."

Fatima bit her lip, her nails raking down his chest as she picked up her pace, meeting his gaze. "Oh, I know exactly who I belong to," she whispered, leaning down until their lips were barely touching.

Zac's grip on her hips tightened. "Then show me."

And she did.

She plastered her hands against his chest, bouncing harder, the bed shifting beneath them, but did they care? No. Not even a little.

Zac's grip tightens on her ass, his large hands guiding her movements as he thrusts up to meet her stroke for stroke. Fatima gasps, her nails digging into his chest, her head thrown back in pure, unfiltered pleasure.

"Zac—" she cries, the sound turning into a choked moan as his hips snap up harder.

He grits his teeth, sweat beading at his temple, his body tensing as he holds on just a little longer. But she's relentless—taking everything he gives and then some.

"Damn, baby," he groans, his fingers digging into her flesh.

She leans forward, pressing her forehead against his, her breath hot and uneven. "Cum with me," she whispers, her lips brushing his.

That's all it takes.

His grip tightens, his body locking as he thrusts up one last time. Her name leaves his lips at the same moment her body trembles above him, her climax hitting her like a tidal wave.

For a moment, neither of them moves. Their heavy breaths mingle in the thick air, their skin damp with sweat.

Then, finally, Fatima collapses onto his chest, boneless, breathless, utterly spent.

Zac lets out a shaky exhale, one arm wrapping around her waist as the other pulls the sheets over their bodies. He presses a kiss to the top of her head, his fingers trailing up and down her spine.

She hums, nuzzling into his neck. "You still wanna have dinner tonight?" he asks, his voice rough.

Fatima lifts her head just enough to meet his gaze, a wicked smirk on her lips. "Yes. I've worked up an appetite."

Zac chuckles, shaking his head. "You are somethin' else, man."

She grins, rolling off him onto her side, her fingers lazily tracing the tattoo on his bicep. "You love it."

He pulls her closer, his lips brushing against hers. "Yeah," he murmurs. "I do."

And just like that, the world outside doesn't seem to matter.

Zac sighed dramatically, letting his head fall back against the pillow. "I don't even know how I'm supposed to get up after that. You done drained me."

She sat up, swinging her legs over the side of the bed. "Well, you better find the strength, because I still want dinner."