Series: Doubting Power Pt. 1

As the clock struck 5am Lot 853 Petunia Drive was in full swing. Maya slowly got to her feet and went down to the kitchen to prepare breakfast; Joey hopped in the shower and started his quest:  Getting Ready for Work.

He got out the shower and slipped into boxers and his perfectly seamed pants, shirt and tie in hand he went down to the kitchen. Maya had already completed preparing breakfast n was setting the table the only thing missing was the box of orange juice that was sitting on the counter. As she turned to get it...

The soft moist lips of her hot chocolate man touched her neck; she froze as his hand crept up under her white sheer satin and lace night gown touching her smooth golden bronze skin. His left hand cupped her left breast as he gently squeezed and his right hand slowly explored her soft moist lips. She exhaled as she turned leisurely towards him with a smirk matching his on her face. The interlocking of their lips accompanied by her exploring his athletic body inch by inch sent his mind in waves. Her hand slowly ran over his abs as if she was counting them one by one. 1, kisses his cheek, 2, kisses his neck, 3, kisses his shoulder, 4, kisses his chest, 5, kisses his neck, 6, kisses his lips and on 7, his pants dropped to the floor.

He propped her up on the counter and gave her his ‘it’s on’ look; he used the magic of his tongue and lips on her perfect breasts to drive her crazy. Skilfully he removed her black lace boy-shorts underwear and as if a test to see if she was ready to take it he slid a finger between her lips and his smirk grew to a sinister grin. He pulled her closer to the edge and closer to him; she opened her legs wider to accommodate him and in ‘Maxwell’ slid while Maya shrieked.

Her mouth opened, her eyes closed and her head tilted back as he slowly pumped her. His momentum built up and her silence evolved in to sexy moans that turned him on. Faster and harder for him, louder and sexier for her. Through her heavy breathing came the uttering of words until she was screaming his name telling him she likes... no loves it and commanding him to not stop f**king her.

She had just finished her third orgasm when Joey's eyes rolled back; baring his teeth he grunted and quivered between her legs. They shared a sensual kiss, “I can tell you want more babe, I’m goooood, but you’re gonna have to wait,” she laughed at his comment and stood beside him and whispered in his ears; “I can tell you want more but because you have to run along to your little boss you stopped, I’M betteeeeer.” It was one of those rare moments they enjoyed no arguing, no work, nothing but tending to each other’s needs and having a decent conversation.

He quickly got dressed, ate his breakfast and chugged down a glass of orange juice and zipped through the door and like clockwork, he came back through the door just seconds after; his hands around his slim but curvy partner staring in her eyes, “I love you,” and without thinking she responded “I love you too,” they shared a passionate kiss and the busy segment of the day started.

Maya got ready for work and as she stood in the shower a smile sparkled as she thought about what had just transpired in the kitchen, “I should Lysol that’” she thought aloud as she laughed to herself. He can be so perfect sometimes and then other times...

1:37am on that very same Friday night; Maya lay asleep in the couch surrounded by darkness in the living room where she had patiently been waiting for Joey to get home. The door opened slowly and he tip toed in. As he carefully placed his keys on the coffee table Maya awoke slowly, “Hi,” she said as she stretched and yawned.

“Hey babe,” he responded hiding some degree of surprise.

“Where have you been?”

“Out.”

“Out where? Look at the hour that you’re walking in here, Joey.”

“So what’s the big fuss? I was out with the boys having a Friday night pay day drink.”

“What do you mean what’s the fuss! It’s almost 2 o’ clock! You didn’t feel it was necessary to at least call me and say that you’ll be late? Don’t you at least owe that to me? Your woman, the one who you left home at 7 o’ clock this morning and haven’t even called to say bitch!”

“Look, I don’t know exactly what or who you think I am but! I am not a boy you see that front door right there! Look at it!” he said furiously pointing towards the bold bronze mahogany door, “that door is my door! Mine! So I walk through it whenever I good God damn please and love it!”

“Your door my aunt's ass, that’s our door and you should have some level of respect towards me to even call and say, Maya I’ll be late.”

  To Be Continued NEXT WEEK =]