They had been married for four years now, the honeymoon stage over, domestic bliss settling in. At least that's what it should be, now she views her relationship with her husband as anything but bliss. They'd been at it all morning, stopping only to go to their respective offices. The topic of this particular argument being his increasingly frequent business trips.
A week here, a couple days there, as if he wasn't married. It was indecent of him to continue being constantly away from home, people were starting to get the wrong idea. Grocery trips turned unpleasant by the moms and concerned neighbors asking if and when they would finally add a new addition to the family or if she had seen his smoking hot new secretary. Endless questions, all left unanswered and her more unsatisfied.
The sound of the door slamming shut jolted her awake from her light slumber. She twitched her fingers in front of her and stretched her arms above her head. Her attention was drawn to the sparkle of her wedding ring. It was a pretty ole thing. The band was light and dainty with two smaller diamonds supporting one rather large emerald. She was never one for tradition, she wouldn't take a diamond as her wedding ring. So, they compromised on diamonds surrounding her choice of stone. That's what marriage was about compromising, and ever since she said "I do" she felt like she'd been losing that game more and more.
She could hear his heavy footsteps approaching her on the old worn staircase. She loved the old staircase; he had wanted to replace it or cover up the beautiful hardwood with ugly shaggy carpet. A terrible decision indeed.
She sighed as she prepared herself for the argument to come. She had half a mind to figure that he had come home as late as possible hoping she would still be asleep, and they could continue as if nothing had occurred the morning before. Having dozed off before she thought that if he was ready to argue then so would she.
He turned the knob to their bedroom and slowly stepped in, averting his tired eyes from her beady gaze. "I'm surprised you came up." she said, hands firmly held together in her lap. "The couch was always an option"
He huffed at her comment, and he undid his tie. If there was going to be an argument, he would at least be comfortable. "It's my bedroom too, isn't it?"
She got up and made her way over to him, not meeting his eyes once. "I don't know, Ian, seeing as you've hardly been in it." She insisted as she steadily undid his buttons on his shirt.
He watched as she made quick work of his shirt. Even as mad as she probably was at him, she never failed to show her affection in one way or another. "At least I know you don't hate me."
She gave him a puzzled look.
He motioned to her hands, finishing up with the last button.
She sighed as he lifted her face towards him, forcing her to look into his eyes. "What's this about?" A small smile making its way across his face. "This argument, I mean. We've back and forth for days. One minute we're good then, boom, we're back to arguing. C'mon, talk to me Lexi..."
She smirked as she pulled his shirt off. "I don't want to talk about it." Her skillful hands running down his toned, hard stomach, making their way to his belt. "We can talk about it later?" She suggested.
He laughed at her boldness; he hardly ever got to see her like this. Between the late nights and endless projects due at work. He was usually too tired to show her the affection she deserved.
Her hair was in its natural state, the fluffy, long coils reaching her shoulders, her face bare of makeup, and her skin, oh her milk chocolate colored skin was practically glowing in low candlelit light, she was a goddess. His goddess.
She ushered him over to the foot of their bed and motioned for him to sit on the plush ottoman in front of it. He complied, as she gracefully landed on her knees, a hungry look in her eyes. She licked her lips in anticipation. She was practically melting. She couldn't remember the last time they were intimate, and she was in need.
She undid his belt and pulled down his pants in record time. She ran her tongue around the head of his cock before taking him into her mouth. She could feel herself getting wetter by pleasuring him. She reached down to play with herself, he would be the only one receiving pleasure tonight.
He tried to grab her head to guide her, but she swatted his hand away, as she continued to bob her head up and down, each time getting it a little deeper. She wrapped her mocha-colored hand around his cock, the contrast between them making her moan.
He swore as she began to moan and hum around him. She tightened her lips around him, and he could feel his cock swelling, desperately wanting to release his seed. She stroked him faster, her hand going up and down, twisting and pulling, begging him to cum.
"Lex, I'm goanna cum..." He stated, his head thrown back in pleasure. God she was good he thought. He'd forgotten how good her mouth felt around him. Almost as good as him being balls deep within that tight snatch of hers.
As she felt the twitch of his cock, she removed her mouth with a 'pop' and held his cock under the tip, halting his release.
He groaned in frustration, "What the hell, Alexis?!"
