“He sleep?” Black asked and peeked in the door.
“He is now,” Shy said, closing the door, and taking his hand as they walked down the hall toward their bedroom. “What you gonna do now?”
“I was going to jump in the shower, and then I was thinking about making love to my wife.”
“Good,” Shy said, and began getting undressed. “Your wife was thinking the same thing.”
Once they were naked, he followed her to the bathroom; and when the water had reached the temperature that they liked, Mr. and Mrs. Black got in the shower and their lips met.
The way that he kissed her, every time that he kissed her, she could feel his passion. She felt the love that he had for her, and she got caught up in the sensation of the moment.
“I love you, baby.”
He kissed her again, this time with more passion, and their tongues seemed to fuse together as though they were one. His hand eased between her thighs, and she opened them wider to receive his gentle touch.
“Ah,” she breathed out, looking into his eyes.
Her mouth opened, but no sound emanated from it as he eased a finger in and out of her. Shy lifted her leg and pressed her back against the shower wall. Black continued to slide his finger into her slowly until her toes curled, and Shy moaned deeply and her walls rippled around his finger.
Shy’s deep moan and the look of ecstasy in her eyes made him anxious to be inside her. They kissed feverishly, their mouths fused together as their tongues danced and when Shy couldn’t stand it any longer, Black turned off the water and they got out of the shower.
She rolled on her back to receive him and pulled Black toward her. He guided himself into her warmth, felt her soft wetness as it enveloped his dick and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He thrusted as he moved in and out of her, slowly at first, and she started to rock her body into his. Rolling her hips from beneath him, Black increased his pace, thrusting his entire length into her. The pleasure Black was giving Shy was almost painful, but she was loving every second of it. Her husband filled her with so much joy.
Black held her hips and plunged in and out of her hard and deep. Each time that the base of his dick hit her clit, Shy let out a scream of passion. Her body shook and she began clenching and releasing around him. Black held her tighter, pumping harder until he stiffened, and came hard inside her.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Chapter Twenty-one
It was just after ten when Jada’s Phenom 300 landed at Westchester county airport, and Geno and Valencia got off the plane. During the flight from Nassau, Valencia had one question rolling around in her mind.
What do I do now?
She had been counting on this trip to the islands to bring her issues to close so that she’d finally be free of Ezequiel Simmonds. As they walked toward his car, Valencia knew that Geno was right, guys like Ezequiel never go away. Once they get their hooks in you, there will always be something else to drag you in deeper.
No matter what she did, he would always be there, sucking the life from her body like a vampire. Valencia got in the car, knowing in her heart that she would never be free of him until he was dead.
As Geno headed back toward the city, Valencia took her phone from her purse and turned it back on. As much as she hated to do it, she needed to call Shy and explain herself. Then she had to call Ezequiel Simmonds and tell him that she had failed to deliver Mike Black.
“No answer,” she said, a little relieved as the call went to voicemail. “Good evening, Mrs. Black. This is Valencia DeVerão, returning your call. Please, call me. It doesn’t matter what time. I am expecting your call.”
She ended the call and looked at the satisfied look on Geno’s face. Valencia was happy that he had stayed with her through this ordeal and had done everything he could to handle it for her.
You said you were gonna let me handle this. Well … this is me handling it.
For the first time, in an exceptionally long time, Valencia felt safe and protected. After years of being alone and having to fight every battle by herself, this was a welcomed change. It caused her to think that maybe she was wrong when she chose money over love.
I haven’t seen this man in years, and he’s done all this just to help me, she thought, and memories for the love she tossed aside flooded her mind. She looked at Geno as he drove. This is how a man that cares about you treats you.
She was about to call Ezequiel Simmonds but thought that it was best to call Adrianna and check-in with her first.
“Are you all right?” was her first question, followed quickly by, “Where have you been?”
“I’m fine, Adrianna. And I’ve been in the Bahamas with Geno.”
“Well,” Adrianna said sounding indignant. “Must be nice to just pick up when you choose and run off to the islands for a romantic rendezvous.”