© 2010 Purple Junkaye
**This visual has strong language and sexual content. Please read with caution.
A Night Off
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It wasn't long before she noticed him dozing off. Just a few more minutes, she said to herself.
The light snoring coming from him turned her anxiety into relief. Slowly, she got out of bed, covered her body in her warm fleece robe and headed downstairs to her kitchen.
"Look at this mess," she sighed to herself. Ever since the big move, she's done nothing but work, clean and cook. This house was too big for her, and she was starting to regret ever buying it. Sighing, she poured some orange juice and got down to work.
"What the..." she started, "Where in the hell did this come from?" She held up some of her good china and saw the stuck-on food from earlier today. Shaking her head, she rinsed it off and put the dish inside of the dishwasher for thorough cleaning later. "I done told his ass about using my good shit."
"And I done told your ass, it's just a dish. Get over that shit," He walked into the kitchen and stood near the island. "Baby, what I tell you about sneaking to do the dishes after dark?"
She huffed in annoyance, "Well, how else are they going to get done Tre? I don't think you know how annoying it is to walk into your home everyday to your kitchen looking like the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina," she said frowning.
"Come here," he demanded.
"Lemme finish this dish-"
"Fallon Jones, bring yo ass over here."
She slowly put down the dish and turned around, still leaning on the sink. "Trevor Jones, I suggest you ask a little nicer!"
"Bae, don't play this shit tonight. I got an early morning and I need to go to sleep," Trevor said sighing. "You know I can't sleep without you next to me." He licked his lips, and repositioned his stance against the island. "Now, can you leave those damn dishes alone and tend to your husband?"
Fallon bit her lip. "Tre, give me five minutes. I'll put the dishes in the washer and we can go to sleep. I promise!" She turned her back and tried to work quickly, a minute later she heard Tre shuffle back out of the kitchen. She felt so bad for doing this, but if only she had a little bit more time in the day to do them. With both of them having full time jobs, it was impossible to come home clean the kitchen, cook and then clean the kitchen again all before bed. Not to mention, Tre made it worst coming home for his lunch break, cooking and then leaving the dirty dishes scattered through out the kitchen and dining area. It was disgusting.
"Aight Fallon, lemme say this," he said returning into the kitchen. She was bent over the dishwasher, finishing up the dishes. Enticed, Tre stumbled over his words a little before getting upset. "You listening to me?"
Fallon gave him the attention he wanted after she started the dishwasher. "Yes, Tre. What's wrong?"
"Now you listen to me, this neat shit has got to go. It's ok to be tired one damn night and fall asleep without doing the dishes. You hear me?"
Fallon nodded, very intrigued by Trevor's growing erection. Didn't matter how upset he was at her, his aggressiveness always turned sexual without him realizing it.
"Fal, I am not playing! I'm tired and I needed some loving from my honey," he said, watching her eyes drift from his face to his crotch. "Fallon? You alright?"
"I should be asking you that," she said looking back up at him and smiling.
Baffled, Trevor tried to get the joke. He guessed he was too late catching on because Fallon walked over and grabbed his now fully erected member. "Ah fuck," he hissed as soon as her warm, soft hands touched him. "Come here," he said voice getting deeper. He grabbed her up and untied the robe. "Take it off."
She smiled, taking off the robe and letting it drop to the floor. Her nipples stood fully erect and were very noticeable underneath the sheer cloth of her chemise. Trevor palmed both sides of her ass, squeezing gently. Nice and plump. He could never get tired of her. Her red and black chemise stopped right at her belly button, showing her body off and the start of the black thong she wore to match. "You was trying to get some shit started tonight I see," Tre said looking into her honey colored eyes.
That powerful look of love he gave her didn't do any good and instantly she was wetter than the ground after 40 days of flooding. She smiled shying away. "I knew you were going to say something about me cleaning, so I wanted to surprise you when I got back in bed." When did I become shy? She thought to herself. She looked down at his erection and blushed, as he pulled her body closer to his by her ass.
"I love the shit outta you girl," he said roughly while sucking on her neck. He turned around and wedged her between the huge granite top island and his rock hard body. "Have we ever left our stamp in the kitchen?" He asked in between kisses.
Fallon shook her head no, love drunk off of his touches.
"Good, move them apples over," he said gesturing to the basket of fruit behind her. "Imma fuck you silly girl."
“You ‘gon what now?” Fallon questioned, pushing the basket as far as she can out of the way.
It was no effort for Tre to lift her up and sit her on top of the cold granite. “You heard me the first time shawty, stop frontin. Witcha sexy ass,” he said licking his plump pink lips. Fallon shivered from the instant turn-on at watching him moved his tongue back and forth over his lips. Tre mistook it as a shover from the cold slab of rock underneath her naked behind. “Don’t worry, I’m about to warm you up bae.”
Another shiver took over her body as Tre ducked down and ran his tongue along the inside of her thigh. Fallon’s leg quivered as she prepared herself for another lick. “Fuck Trevor, stop teasing and give it to me.”
He smiled up at her, lifting her right leg over his shoulder. He held up her left leg over his head as he flicked his tongue over the sheer material of the thong. “Bae, don’t do that shit again,” he said seriously. He had to quickly move out the way because she almost kicked him in the face. “Can’t never eat my shit right ‘cause you be acting up.”
“Oh my damn,” she exclaimed, getting excited at his derogative and broken language. Fallon lifted her left leg, resting her foot on the edge of the counter top while her right still rested over his shoulder.
Tre licked his lips and dived in, grabbing the underwear and moving them slightly to the side so he can reach his destination. He groaned as he licked on her closed lips, slurping up her wetness as he teased her.
Fallon quivered, a high pitch noise escaping her mouth as Tre parted her swollen lips and licked lightly on her swollen nub. “Sweet, sweet, sweet…” Frustrated at the feeling, she opted for a simple, “Fuck” as she looked down and saw Tre’s head bobbing and weaving in between her legs. He mumbled something and the vibration almost made her pass out with excitement. “Trevor,” she said breathless. “Do it again.”
Tre smiled as he hummed to himself, two fingers entering her as he licked, sucked and tongue-fucked her clit. He pulled away, smirking when she looked down at him like he was crazy. “You’re so delicious babe.”
“Finish,” she stressed as she started playing with herself. Tre watched, his erection growing more with every moan Fallon made. He finally ducked his head back inside, finishing what he started. He devoured her, making her whimper in pleasure. And tongue-fucking her until she was swollen and sore. She was on her last orgasm, eyes shut, tears coming down her face, it was so good.
“Now take yo sexy ass to bed,” he said picking her up and carrying her up the stairs.
Fallon welcomed the warm embrace of Tre as he carried her through the dinning room and to the stairs. She put her face into his neck, breathing the smell of his aftershave and smoke from the recent blunt he had. She began kissing his chin, sparking a new feeling inside of her belly. “I fucks with you Tre,” she said smiling at the way it rolled off her tongue.
Trevor laughed at her use of his words. That was his way of saying I love you when they were in public. He looked down into her face, kissing her soft lips. “I wanna fuck you Fallon,” he said in all seriousness.
She didn’t miss a heartbeat, “What’s stopping you?”
“You know I am not playing Fal. I’m ready to bust this shit,” he said stopping in the middle of the staircase. He sat her down, 5 steps from the top and stood there, watching as she spread her legs as wide as the staircase would allow her to. Tre dropped his bottoms and began jerking himself as she threw her head back, playing with herself.
“Come ON Tre,” Fallon stressed, moaning from the building anticipation.
Tre turned her around, ass spread in the air, knees and elbows on the stairs. The inside of her left thigh was cooled from the wetness dripping from her special place. “Lift that ass up some more,” he demanded lowly, smacking her right cheek.
She obeyed, whimpering. “Hurry up boo, my peach is ripe just for you,” she said reaching in-between her legs to pat the closed lips of her kitty.
Guiding his massive erection, he drew circles on her lips before replying, “Well open up then. Closed mouths don’t get fed baby.” Swiftly, he entered inside of her warm and tight hole, groaning from the pleasure he instantly got. This was his happy place...
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