Reyona drove as fast as she could to her house.
She hurriedly parked the car in front of the house instead of entering the underground garage.
She rushed to the door and quickly unlocked it.
She locked the door behind her and rushed into the living room.
She was certain that her day staff would have left already, since it was past 6 pm, so she didn't bother calling out.
She was sweating at this point from holding back for so long.
Instead of heading for her bedroom, she quickly pressed a button at the side of the sofa in the living room.
As the sofa automatically shifted and adjusted to the bed, Reyona quickly removed the lube from her bag just as she pulled out her dildo too.
The sight of it alone almost made her go berserk as she quickly lay on the bed while pulling off her panties with one hand.
She flung the pants behind her and squirted a generous amount of lubricant over the dildo.
She tossed the tube aside as she clicked on the button at the base of the dildo.
Reyona inserted the throbbing tip into herself and almost wept with relief as she pushed it in and out again.
"When will this end?" She moaned out loud as she closed her eyes and started pumping her hand furiously to get to satisfaction.
She closed her eyes and his image automatically popped into her mind as it always does.
She could see him pumping into her rhythmically like he couldn't get enough of her.
That graphic motion in her mind only increased the sensations searing through her body and she opened her legs wider while pumping the vibrating dildo into herself again and again and twisting on the bed.
Her dress felt constricting, and she tried to pull it over her head with one hand while she continued pleasuring herself with the other hand.
A small sound caught her attention just as she tried to remove her arm through the armhole.
Her eyes popped open, and she screamed as she flung her hand upwards, making the edge of the dress cover her face for a moment, thereby exposing her fully to the man in front of her.
She threw the dildo in her hand in his direction as she quickly removed the cloth from her face and tried to stand.
"What the hell are you doing here?!" she yelled.
*******
Maxwell was more annoyed than relieved when he saw that the back door was unlocked.
He had almost gotten to the house in his anxiety before he thought of how he was going to get in.
She still hadn't given him her new number yet and in an area with homes riddled with motion detectors and alarms, he would probably set off something that would alert the closest police station long before she even had any idea that he was outside.
With her countenance that afternoon, he doubted she would even allow him to go anywhere close to her, even if she knew that he was outside.
He couldn't go around to the front door from where he was unless he went back to his place, and then passed through the gate before coming around to her side.
His patience was too thin at that moment for the lengthy turnabout, so he decided to try his luck.
Maybe she would see him through the intercom and allow him to come in?
As much as he doubted that, he decided to try anyway.
He moved closer to the back door and was surprised to see that no alarm sounded.
Then his surprise increased when he turned the knob, and he found it unlocked.
That was why nothing had triggered off upon his approach.
The door was not locked, so the trigger mechanism didn't function.
His surprise and relief quickly morphed into worry and annoyance.
What if he had not been the one who came around?
What if it had been a random stranger here to rob her?
Though things like that are rarely heard of in places like Bellevue Hill, it was still a possibility.
A possibility that could have many fatal results.
He would have to tell her to…
"What right do I have to tell her anything?" he thought in exasperation as he entered the house fully.
The dim, soft lighting in the house slowly brightened with his approach and he could feel that there was no one around.
There were lingering scents of food as he passed the kitchen that made his mouth water.
He called out just to know if his initial thought had been wrong.
No one was truly in.
"Where is she?" he wondered.
He felt guilty when he remembered how upset she had been when she left the park.
Anxiety grew in him again as he wondered how she was at the moment.
He shouldn't have reacted the way he did, he should have gently asked her about it, and she would be at home right now instead of being upset at God-knows-where by that time of the day.
The day was darkening already.
Wasn't there some saying about how it was not good for a pregnant woman to walk about at night?
Wondering where he had heard such a silly thing, Maxwell decided to go look for her.
It didn't matter that he had no idea where she could be at the moment, he just knew he had to do something.
Anything than sitting around doing nothing.
He quickly strode towards the door, held the knob and pulled.
There wasn't so much as a budge as he tried again in surprise.
The automatic, reinforced door that didn't lock because it was not well closed earlier had locked behind him after he firmly shut the door.
"Damn it!" he muttered in frustration as he rushed towards the main entrance without much hope either.
His thoughts were right.
The door was also locked.
There was also a distress-motion-sensing light on the knob of the door that flickered when he pulled the handle hard the second time.
Maxwell knew if he didn't want to trigger something, he had no choice but to wait.
"Where are you, Reyona?" he muttered as he sat heavily on the sofa.
For a moment, he was tempted to check out her home to see if he could find any hint of where she might be so he could tell his driver to go check, but then he stopped himself.
He was sure she was going to be angry at finding him in her home in the first place.
Now snooping through her place?
That would be worse.
So he waited.
He went to the kitchen to get a bottle of water, and he was just opening the fridge when he heard the sound of the car outside.
He heard the sound of the door unlocking even before he could put the water back and get out of the kitchen.
Apprehension filled him again when he thought of what he would say to her and what her reactions would be.
Then he forgot about that as he heard her rushing movements in the living room and wondered what was going on.
He paused at the edge of the living room when he saw her practically dive onto the sofa which he had sat on earlier.
Well, it was lower now.
"What is she doing?" he wondered as he moved closer.
Maxwell's mouth hung open when he saw what was going on.
Reyona?
He knew he should have just turned away and waited elsewhere.
But damn if her eagerness to get things started at that moment didn't turn him on.
He was instantly stiff as he saw the way she massaged the lube on the enviable dildo.
Maxwell wanted so badly to trade places with that piece of silicone right there and then.
When she let out that long and low moan strewn with words he couldn't decipher, Maxwell knew he had to go.
If he stayed there a moment longer, he was going to embarrass himself.
Not to mention what she was going to do when she found him watching her.
He turned around and in his haste, he hit his elbow against the edge of the wall.
Fuck!
Before he could turn back to see if she heard him, she screamed.
Then the synthetic cock that had just been in her hit his chin!