I lower my legs and I lay here thinking only of your last words before you left,
"If I continue, then you'll never learn." you said,
I realize that maybe I pushed you too far. Maybe I should've done what you asked of me. But then again, I do have a goal in mind. You've given me a taste of what I want but it's not enough. This my dear is far from over. You WILL give me the "angry fuck" that I yearn for.
As I get up from the bed, I hear you humming to yourself the soul music that is flowing throughout the apt. By this time you've put the towel back around your waist. I stand there and watch you shave away the stubble of the last few days. I'm more turned on now, then I was when you first got here. I stand at the doorway of our bedroom and gaze at your beautiful form. You must've sensed my presence because you turn to me and our eyes meet. I'm positive you can feel the lustful determination of my gaze. You counter my gaze with a challenging gaze of your own. I smile, blow a kiss at you and walk away. I hear a low chuckle rumble under your throat as you watch my backside disappear down the hallway.
You're in a happy mood right now because you think you've won. You believe without a doubt that the excitement of the night has ended with our little interlude before. But little do you know that I've just begun to fight. Your birthday celebration is just getting started.
I go back to the kitchen and check on dinner. Everything looks amazing. I've cooked all your favorites: brazed ribs, macaroni and cheese, collard greens, broccoli and cheese casserole and chocolate chip cheesecake for dessert. Everything is ready except the ribs. We've at least twenty more minutes until they're done. These next few minutes won't be wasted. It's time this night got back on even playing ground. First I prepare the living room table for a candlelight dinner, and then I go towards the bathroom where you stand.
You're still in the bathroom grooming yourself for tonight but now you're in slacks and a tee shirt. You meet my gaze again as I walk towards you. I stop mid- hallway and slowly remove my clothing. Your eyes never leave mine. I unbutton every button of my dress and allow it to swiftly fall from my body. I stand there before you totally nude and unashamed. You stop brushing your teeth and gaze at my voluptuous body. A part of me wants to touch myself and show you exactly what you missed out on earlier; but I save that for later.
I walk to the bathroom, put my hands on your cheeks and bring your lips to mine. Your arms instantly go around my waist and your lips part for my tongue to enter. Our tongues meet in a tango of passion and our kiss goes deeper. You lower your hand and rest it on the curve my ass. I can feel your hardness against my pussy and I instantly get wet. We begin to rub against each other and your cock hardens to it's full length. I smile at your lips and then I back away from your embrace. You try to bring me back to your kiss but I shake my head and walk into the bedroom. You follow after me. When you try to open the door, you find that I have successfully locked it this time.
"Open the door Angela." You say.
"And why would I do that?" I ask.
"I need to finish getting dressed. Open the door."
"I'll open it in a little bit. I have to take care of something right quick."
"What's that?" You ask.
I don't say anything. Instead, I lay down on the bed, open my legs, part my still swollen pussy lips with one hand, lick two of my fingers and begin to rub my clit in slow circular motion. Small sparks of ecstasy begin to flow through my body. A low moan escapes my mouth. I remove the one hand that's holding my pussy lips apart and I bring it to my still hard nipples. My body is in total relaxation and I let my passion build up once more. You put your head to the door and soon you begin to hear noises from the other side.
"What are you doing in there?" You ask.
I reply with a moan. By now I'm so far gone in my own world of passionate need that I can hardly hear you. I continue the circular motion on my clit with one hand. I begin to pick up speed as my clit grows bigger and bigger. I lick the fingertips of the one hand already touching my nipples and begin to pinch and move then around in my hand. The sweet torture of this action allows the feeling of ecstasy to build throughout. I let out a low growl as I begin to feel that familiar spark in my toes move up my leg.
"Oh God yes!" I scream.
You then realize what I'm doing in the bedroom and you instantly get hard. You're needs are conflicted right now. On one hand you wish that it was your tongue that was bringing me to orgasm and not my fingers. On the other hand you're very angry because I'm still playing a game that you thought you nipped in the bud just a few minutes before. Thinking about what I'm doing to myself makes your cock yearn for release, but you refuse to give in. You try to think of anything but what's going on in the other room. You know that you should just walk away but you can't. So you stay there and continue to listen to my moans of pleasure.
Soon I get so close to release that I can feel it coming from every pore in my body. I continue to rub my engorged clit. Wetness flows from my heated pussy like a fountain. I lift my legs up slightly and as my two fingers bring me to the ultimate release, I yell out obscenities and other inaudible words as wave upon wave of orgasmic bliss take over my body.
"OH FUCK YES... TAKE THIS PUSSY AIDAN, TAKE IT!!
When you hear your name being yelled out you instantly start to rub the hard bulge that's straining in the front of your slacks. You want me so bad but unfortunately you can't get to me. Your lust turns into anger.
"LET ME IN ANGELA. STOP PLAYING THESE GAMES AND LET ME IN!!!"
You scream this over and over as you try to break down the door with your fists. Your angry shouts bring me back to reality and I smile to myself. We are now one for one. I still have some of my pussy juice on my fingers. I raise them up to mouth to lick them off but then I think of a better idea. I get up from the bed, open the door and come face to face with your angry glare.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing in there. Pleasuring MY PUSSY without me, Girl I should....."
I interrupt your train of thought with a passionate kiss that leaves you speechless. I smile seductively and bring my pussy-drenched fingers to your lips. I caress your cheek and walk away. You lick your lips and realize what it is that I've left for you. You shake your head and watch my naked backside sway back and forth as I walk to the bathroom. Your gaze swiftly falls into a sort of day dream. In your dream you see me on my knees begging you for mercy as you plow through my pussy hard and fast. And with a glorious mixture of pain and passion I scream your name over and over. I beg you not to stop and you readily comply with my pleas.
I get to the bathroom doorway, I look back and see a big smile on your face. But this smile is different then most. This smile tells of more adventures to come. I may have won this round but the night is still young.
I lock the bathroom door, turn the shower on and get it to the right temperature for my body. Before I step in I call you to the door and ask you to turn the oven off. You say "ok!" And I continue on with my shower.
I believe that you've left so I begin to sing to myself and wash my body. Little do I know that you haven't left but are still standing outside the door with your eyes closed listening to me sing. It's a secret moment that you share with me that no one not even I know about it.
In those brief moments of song your mind thinks back to memories of our good and our bad. And every memory makes you smile. You realize that your love for me sometimes feels bigger then yourself. This is the first time that you've come across a woman that makes every day worth living. Then you begin to think about the events of today. Your happy expression changes to frustration. Today should be about what you want and it's not. You asked for something specific and I didn't deliver that for you. That alone is reason enough for a kind of punishment that only you can deliver. But you would be remised if you didn't admit to yourself that tonight is definitely turning out to be better then you could've imagined.
You suddenly realize that the singing has stopped. You quickly go to the kitchen and turn the oven off.
I turn off the shower, grab a towel and dry myself off. As I make sure that every part of my body is dry, I think about the events that have already come to pass tonight. I can still hear that voice in the back of my head telling me,
"Stop this foolishness and give your man what he wants for his birthday! This isn't about you. This is HIS day"