He slid his finger between my thighs. “Why are you so wet? You better had been fantasizing about me.”

“Don’t flatter yourself, babe.”

He pinched my butt cheek.

“Faheem.”

“I said you better not have been fantasizing about no other nigga.”

“Who else . . .” I moaned as he played with my clit. “I’ma be thinking about.”

“You tell me.”

“Faheem. Baby.” I was holding on to him for dear life. Enjoying the finger fuck that made me want to throw every one of my sex toys away. Before I knew it, I was squirting all over his hand.

“Damn, baby. You do miss me. Check out how fast you came.”

“You thought I was playing?” I moaned. I slid my hand down to his dick. He was good and hard. “What’s good, big daddy?” He nestled his face into my neck, and I unzipped his jeans and worked my magic. This time it was my turn to let my fingers do the fucking.

“Do you love me?” I squeezed the base and played with the head.

“You know I do.”

“Then love should bring your ass home more often.” I turned his hard dick loose.

“Oh, so you done got yours, now you want to break bad?” He picked me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist while reaching over to lock the door.

It was funny, because we were trying to make the least amount of noise possible, while bumping into furniture. He carried me toward the kitchen. “Where you sleeping at?”

“The pull-out sofa. It’s my turn. When we let Aisha and Kaeerah have it, they play all night, running back and forth to the kitchen, so we had to put them upstairs where we can watch them.”

My husband laid me back onto the kitchen table. I was propped up on my elbows, legs in the air. You talkin’ ‘bout gettin’ ready to get it in. I had goose bumps.

FAHEEM

Jaz ain’t know who she was fuckin’ with. Shit, I missed fuckin’ my wife. She wasn’t the only person missing somebody. I was getting ready to give her that you-just-getting-back-from-the-streets fuck, on top of that you-glad-to-be-home-and-miss-and-appreciate-your-family fuck. That’s what mode I was in.

“Oh, so it’s like this?” Jaz said as I lay her back onto the table. “We gonna break the table.” She giggled.

“Shut up and put them legs up on my shoulders.” I shoved down my jeans and boxers at the same time. I pushed up inside her wet and waiting pussy. Nothing beats a man knowing he got some pussy at home waiting for him.

“Babeee,” Jaz cooed as she welcomed the dick inside.

“What’s up?” I kept my voice low and steady, gaze fixated on my movements as Jaz’s breathing was getting louder and the pussy was feeling hotter and wetter. It was feeling good. No...more like heavenly.