“Vee, is everything okay?” Liddy asked.
“Huh,” I said while examining the photo. “Oh, yeah. Everything is fine.”
As I was typing my reply, I got another text. This time it was video. I walked out of the kitchen to open it. The video showed Samuel’s hand stroking his erect penis causing me to lick my lips.
Meet me at the car. We are going home. – Samuel
OMW- I typed out excitedly.
“Liddy,” I stuck my head back in the kitchen. “I’m stepping out. I might be back.”
“Okay,” she said.
“Do you need me to come with you?” Laila asked after following me out of the kitchen.
“Naw, I’m just going home with Samuel. I may be a while,” I winked.
“Got it!” She smiled.
I grabbed my purse and hopped on the elevator to the garage level.
The elevator doors opened in the garage and Samuel was standing there waiting on me. He reached for my hand and led me to his Wagen. He backed me up against the truck pressing his center into mine.
“You feel that?”
“Umm hum,” I said while rubbing him through his pants.
“If it weren’t for these cameras I would take you right here.”
My panties were saturated thinking of the possibility.
“I would let you,” I said while tightening my grip on his dick.
He groaned, “Did you tell them you were coming back?”
“Nope.”
“Good. We are not leaving the house for the rest of the day.”
* * *
As soon aswe walked through the doors of my apartment, Samuel instructed Brick to drive us there because it was the closest, he had my back to the wall working to get my jeans unbuttoned while I worked on his belt buckle and pants. My heart was racing, and my hands were shaking as I tried to undress him. I was excited and nervous at the same time. I prayed in my head; God, please don’t let this be a fluke. Please let this situation be over. I pushed his pants down to his knees. He successfully got one of my legs out of my jeans and panties before lifting me up and entering me.
“AHHHHH!” we both yelled.
Samuel’s grip on my ass tightened as he started aggressively stroking me. It felt like it had been forever since we’d made love. I held on to his broad shoulders enjoying the confidence I had that he would hold me up no matter what.
“Vee, you feel so damn good. I missed this, baby,” he moaned.
“I missed this too.”
He continued to stroke until I felt myself coming apart. His pace increased until he mumbled something inaudible and said my name into my neck.
It wasn’t a fluke. He got hard over and over again. We made love until neither of us had enough energy to move.
After a long nap, I was able to find us some food in the kitchen. I put it all on a tray and carried it back to the bedroom. We ate, drank some water and made love again.
We didn’t wake up until the next day.