Terminal One

Little Lady, Big Things

The next morning...

Fatima giggles, "Zaccc..." hunching her shoulder to keep him from nuzzling on her sweet spot. "Ssstttoooppp."

He chuckles, "Come on before your cockblocking kids wake up."

She turns to face him, wrapping her arms lazily around his neck, "That would be your nosey ass son...Princess knows the business and well Naomi is a baby so." she shrugged.

"I don't disagree with that." picking her up, steading his stance with her back against the shower wall.

"Did you lock the door?" "Yup." he smiled, kissing her neck again, as she received every inch of him.

"Shit!" they groaned, as he thrust slowly inside her.

Finding his footing, he takes her legs to the cup of his elbows, bringing them higher.

"Mm." She whimpered, feeling his dick go deeper, her head dropped to the nape of his neck. "Zac..." she whispered, throwing it back. "UH!" she gasped, trying her hardest not to get too loud.

Their bodies start to rock as one, while her nails dug deeply into his back,

"Shit!" he groaned, shaking his head, trying not to lose focus. "Pussy, good than a muthafucka." He mumbled to himself, feeling her grip and wetness.

Fatima smiles deviously, then whimpers after a few more strokes. "Baby Daddy, that's my spot." "Mhmm." he muffled, biting his bottom lip, because, at this point, he could feel it coming.

Eyes fluttering and rolling to the back of their heads, "Shit!!" they groaned loudly, feeling extra hot but not just from the hotness of the shower.

"Yes!" she moaned, taking his face to meet his lips, "Mmm." breathing into each other's mouth. "I'm cumming." they utter together feeling the intensity.

"UA!" she gasped, separating their lips for air. "Shit Fatima. Got Damn..." as his legs start to tighten.

Snickering, "Uh!" "UHHHH!" "Yes! Yes!..." her eyes open and drop feeling a breeze of cold air hit the shower, "ANGEL!" "SHIT!"

"I didn't see nothing." "Boy." "YOU ABOUT TO GET YO ASS WHOOPED!" "I had to pee." "GET OUT!" "Awwe man..." as they hear the bathroom door close.

Zac places Fatima down gently.

She slaps his chest. "I thought you locked the door?" "I did..." he objected.

Fatima shakes her head. "I swear that boy..." she murmured, as they returned to their shower.

"Zac..." "I already know." "Like now..." "Yup." lathering his body,

"Mama..." "You gotta be kidding me..." Fatima huffed, peeking out of the shower curtain.

"Yes Naomi..." "Zuusss." "Naomi. Please ask Sissy to get you..." "I'm not looking..." Iyonna screams with her eyes covered. "Come on Nomi..." "Nooooo." "Come on..." Iyonna struggled, picking her up. "Let Mommy and Daddy finish their shower time." "Noooooo." Naomi argued again.

"Munchkin...." "Zac, stop it." feeling a slap on her ass. "Can you please get her some juice?" "I tried but she didn't...You better not hit me young Ma'am. I will tap your leg..."

"That's your child." Zac mumbled, rinsing himself off.

"I don't disagree with that. But Munchkin..." "It's ok Mommy. I got it." Iyonna told her, as she took Naomi from the bathroom, locking it behind her.

Fatima takes a breath, "You good?" "Baby Daddy, we can't do this anymore, I seriously think it's time we moved."

Zac pulls her in. "I hear you." he says, giving her a subtle kiss. "Big Ma and I have a few houses to look at today and Pastor Daniels sent me over a couple of addresses..." Fatima nods, as he washed her back for her, hearing her say, "Mia also sent me some in her cul de sac, I'll forward you the email she sent me..." kiss. "Cool..." he replied.