"Hey," Connie said breathlessly. Her heart was pounding dramatically as if this was their first time doing this. It was always like this.

"Hey, beautiful." Steven smiled and grabbed her hand, kissing it.

"Sorry I didn't have time to dress up nice for you." She was acutely aware of her lackluster outfit. A yellow sleeveless shirt with a collar and space themed sweatpants. The young woman nearly jumped out of her skin when he gripped her thigh so tightly she squeaked.

"Never put yourself down to me," He said. "Besides..." His voice grew husky and she shivered. "You look good enough to eat."

"Then why don't you try?"

"Oh I will." He squeezed again and started the car. "I've been so horny..." He complained dramatically.

Connie snorted at him and raised an eyebrow. "You and me both."

"You don't understand, Ni-Ni. I was scared for my life!"

Connie laughed and rolled her eyes.

"No, really! I had a hard-on for two hours straight. I could have chopped wood with my dick." He was so serious that it sent Connie into near hysterical laughing. He smiled and continued on animatedly, "Me and the boys, we all just had to agree not to notice. Then I had another hard-on that didn't go away until after I dropped everyone off that morning."

"I know how you feel..." Her laughter died down and she sighed. "Not seeing you for two weeks was torture. Especially after..." She shook the thought from her head. "I've been really, really stressed. I'm overwhelmed and tired and I need some relief from it all. I feel like I'm going to just keel over and have a stroke." His thumb lightly stroked hers as he listened. She liked that he listened so intently, even after being goofy. She loved that about him.

"I missed you so so so much."

"I missed you too, more than you'll ever know."

A heavy tension settled in the air as they drove through the streets and pulled off into a dark road off an abandoned highway. It wasn't too noticeable if they turned off the car, and the houses nearby kept to themselves. Besides, it was too late at night to make a phone call to the Suspicious Vehicle Police.

"More than I'll ever know, huh?" He turned off the car and met her gaze. Even in the dark his deep brown eyes cast a spell on her and goosebumps rose on her arms.

A coy smirk sprouted at the teasing tone. "Yes." She leaned in and kissed his nose. "Though I might be able to give you a ballpark estimate, if you're looking for one."

Steven licked his lips and pulled her in by the collar of her shirt. The second their lips met was like a fire roaring to life. Connie had the spark and Steven was the never-ending well of gasoline that kept her burning brightly. She grabbed at his face, his neck, his shirt, anything she could do to pull him closer to her. He tasted slightly of Hennessy and she hummed with approval. His hands roamed her gently but firm in their grasp, everywhere his fingers grazed lit up. All the anticipation that had built up made her hyper aware and sensitive.

"I cleared out the backseat for us."

"Ooo, Honeymoon Suite with VIP access."

He opened his car door and moved his seat up.

"You know," Connie chuckled at his shock that she was already in the backseat, "You're moving pretty slow, you must not want me that bad."

"I'm not gonna crawl over my seat, Ni. I'm too tall, unlike your little ass." He climbed in and shut the door. "Besides, you've got quite the attitude from someone who's about to be crying my name into my shoulder."

All of the cockiness and teasing drained from her and they met again in desperation. The need to be close to each other, physically and emotionally drove them until nothing existed but them. The windows were already fogged and they hadn't even done anything serious yet.

Steven reached his hand under her shirt and pinched her nipple. "No bra? You were that eager for me?"

She gripped a fistful of his shirt and shook her head. "Don't flatter yourself. I was b-being lazy."

Which was not true.

"That's not true." He twisted and she relented.

"You're right, I wanted you to have easy access." She nuzzled into him, attempting to hide from her shame.

"I know, I read all the messages you sent. You begged me to come see you." His free hand roamed under her sweats and groped her ass. "I'd kill people for this ass, you know that?"

Connie nodded. "I know." They locked lips briefly and he moved his hand to play with her clit. He watched her lips part as the pleasure overtook her.

"Look at me, Ni." She obeyed instantly and he grew harder underneath her. "I would."

The man ran his finger back and forth on her clit, and her hips moved with them. Connie's whine caught in her throat as he brought her to the abyss she craved. "Please?" Steven bit her shoulder and she gasped into his ear, thanking her lucky stars he hardly ever denied her request.

"Good girl," He praised as his fingers grew wet.

She ground down on his pants and his face tightened. She could tell it was taking everything in his soul not to take her right here and now.

She decided to take that and run.

Steven watched with desire as she took his soaked fingers into her mouth. He groaned softly at her warm tongue tracing each crease and edge.

"Get up." Steven's voice sliced through the moment. She lifted as best she could and he pulled his pants down to his ankles. He looked up at her and tapped her ass. "Take it off baby."

The way he commanded her was effortless to obey. Words came from him and she just listened. She had never experienced this kind of intoxication with anyone else.

Not even Jeff.

He positioned her over him and gripped her neck. "Whose are you?"

"Yours," Connie whispered sincerely. He didn't waste any time with entering her, no he all but forced his way inside her tight opening.

Both moaned loudly as he bottomed out. Connie already felt herself becoming ravenous for him and she gave an experimental bounce.

Steven wrapped his arms around her waist and met her thrust with an almost painful one of his own. He was pent up and already frustrated as fuck and he seemed intent on letting her know that fact. The way he fucked into her even as she rode him gave her pride. The ebony woman could remember few times when she had felt this beautiful and this wanted.

The man kept her close to him so he could whisper his worship into her ears. He spared no expense at making her crazy about him. That's what he wanted after all. She knew he loved her, and he knew it went both ways just as intensely.

Her cries rose in volume as he hit every spot in her pussy so deeply she felt herself quivering around him. His tongue found the nipple he had pinched and suckled on the taught flesh as a particularly loud cry got his attention. "What's the matter, baby girl? Too good?"

"Too good." She huffed out a chuckle and squeezed his cock tightly. "I'm close~."

Steven grabbed her ass and guided her up and down until she was nearly a blur in the dim light. Her choked out wails and moans made his balls tighten and he realized all too quickly what was happening. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum." She bit her lip as he did that infuriatingly sexy lip lick again. "Inside you."

The idea was all too enticing. "Please. I want it."

He growled and lunged forward, digging his teeth into her neck. She could barely tell if she even had any say in how fast or hard she was bouncing. She came first, her pussy pulsating around him as if trying to milk the load he had promised her.

"Ohhh... fuck." He shoved into her harder until both were breathless and exhausted for the moment. "I thought," He barely sounded out of breath, though his brow was damp with sweat. "I thought you weren't on birth control anymore."

Connie's heart seized. She and Jeff were trying to get pregnant and she had taken out her birth control 4 days ago. Jeff would be devastated. But she had some good news that she sincerely hoped hadn't changed in the last day. "I apparently can't get pregnant right now. Getting off hormonal birth control fucked up my cycle. I'm 18 days late and I'm not pregnant."

Steven looked into her eyes.

"I have a ton of morning after pills I swear."

Steven shrugged. "Good enough for me."

Connie's jaw dropped and her side lover smiled. "Well, alright then."

She glanced down at his cock and held back an all too submissive gesture. It was still standing full mast, something she swore she'd never get used to seeing after Jeff, and was covered in their cum. Her mouth watered as she remembered their intertwined taste from times before.

"Clean me up, Ni. I'm still hungry for you." The tone of voice he used was the tone of voice he'd use to tell a cashier he had his own bags: smug and proud of it dammit. And casual. He could make the dirtiest thing sound as innocent as "Pass the salt."

She took him as far down as she could without gagging. He was so massive she had to exercise her throat to take him in. He lightly patted her head and sighed contentedly. Her heart fluttered at the happy sound. He sounded so in the moment, not a single thing on his mind but her. His shoulders weren't raised like ones might be if they were close, though she could never tell with Steven. He was so casual and romantic all the time that it was almost calculated, something she remembered caused her addiction to her ex-husband. A man who knew what he wanted was her biggest weakness. A man dominant and suave enough to take it was the fatal blow. And the deep gravelly voices were the grave site. Stevens was low, but smooth until she got him with his cock out. It was her favorite sound.

Connie pulled off him with a pop and used her hand to stroke him. She wanted to look at him. Memorize this moment for later. His eyes were closed as if he were sleeping as her thumb circled the head of his cock, using his precum as a lubricant. Her only indication that he was still awake was the shuddering of his breath. Pumping him caused a quiet moan to break through and she kept at it, loving the feel of him hardening under her palm.

Still her eyes stayed on his face as his head was resting against the seat. His lips were agape just a little, giving her a soft clue that he was in pure bliss.

Connie was entranced with his handsomeness for a moment; the dips and curves of his face, his long thick lashes, the scraggly beard she had come to adore, his rosy cheeks, those lips that could draw just about any noise out of her...

Steven opened his eyes and the intensity of his stare kicked her squarely in the chest, actually knocking the wind out of her. It was too much to meet and she turned away, gasping quietly.

"Don't look at me like that," She choked out. "It's too much."

"I can't help it. You're beautiful." He grabbed her neck and brought her close, "Bend over, I wanna watch that pretty bottom of yours bounce."

She obeyed and he once again pushed his way inside, going until he was pressed against her g-spot. "Fuck~ Steven..."

He paused. "Yes, Constance?"

She made a mental note to berate him for using her full name, but she knew he loved it. "Fucking destroy me."

Steven laughed dangerously and pulled back until he was almost out. "That's the plan, baby." With every fiber of strength in his body he slammed into her. He was met with the sound of her gasping for air, her pussy clamping down and growing impossibly slick. "I love that you like it rough, Ni." He dug his fingers into her scalp and gently massaged. " But now...I don't wanna hear a peep from you while I fuck you." He gripped a fistful of hair and pulled her back into him.

She did her best to keep quiet, she really did. But how could she stay quiet when he was ramming into her at full throttle and hitting her g-spot so hard her throat was closing? She screamed his name and squirted on his thighs, the excess wetness dripping onto the seat under him but he paid no mind and kept fucking her until she was nearly unconscious.

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"Can I lay my head on your lap?" Steven said sleepily.

Connie groaned and nodded. "You'd better not fall asleep, you big teddy bear. I can't be gone for too long." Even still she brushed off her sweatpants and guided his head onto her thigh. The man was over 6 feet so he had quite a task of making himself small enough to fit on the seat.

Music drifted from the speakers, going from R&B to mainstream music from the late 2010's. She couldn't help herself from singing a few bars as Steven rested. She would have gone to his house which was less than an hour away but she had a habit of accidentally staying the night when she promised she'd be home later in the evening. This was why.

And how could she help herself? She loved him, truly deeply she loved him. It was a forbidden love that could only cause heartbreak and strife but stars did she find herself drowning in it at this moment.

She didn't love Jeff any less, in fact the satisfaction Steven provided had helped her in the long run with her relationship with Jeff. At first it was rocky, but eventually everything settled down and Jeff became grateful for Steven in a begrudging kind of way.

Connie chuckled as Friends came on, it was just too priceless.

She started singing quietly and he turned onto his back so he could look up at her. Her cheeks were warm but she liked the song, and the lyrics were absolutely the opposite of what they had. But it described exactly what it should be.

He laughed as she shook her head down at him. "Don't mess it up, talking that shit. Only gonna push me away that's it." She fake rolled her eyes at him when he laughed.

"Is that so, Ni?" He locked eyes with her until he felt her thighs tense.

She nodded and dipped down to kiss him, stopping just short so her lips were moving against his as she sang. "Haven't I made it obvious? Haven't I made it clear?" She grinned, thinking about how he just nearly broke her back in his Honda on the side of the road. "Want me to spell it out for you? F-R-I-E-N-D-S."

He leaned up and kissed her, running his tongue over her lip and she shivered. "Well that's not a very friend-like response." He teased.

They went back and forth the entire song singing together, both half serious, half entirely knowing that they were lying. And that only made it more exciting and slightly erotic.

The song ended and they stared at each other in the following silence.

"I love you so much, Ni."

"I love you too, Steven." She thought for a moment. "Do you ever feel like we're twisted soulmates? Like if we were just a little more villainous, we would be the world's best Bonnie and Clyde?"

"You mean Connie and Clyde. Sorry. Too easy to pass up," He joked. "But in all seriousness, yes. You know my count, Ni. I'm not a good guy already."

"3." Her fists clenched as she remembered the three newspaper clippings of their death announcements left on her doorstep. No one knew how they had died, and then she met Steven and was able to leave it all behind.

"Don't tense up baby, they can't hurt you anymore. And no one ever will." He reached up and caressed her cheek.

Connie felt so connected to this man she was afraid it would ruin her relationship with Jeff. But she couldn't let go.

Not yet.