The Majors

The Kitchen

Carmen
March 1,2017
Chapter 5

My eyes traveled quickly over my fiancé. Her hands were stuffed back into her pockets as she looked at me with her bottom lip between her teeth.  My eyes got drawn to her area and I let out a small groan . She was pressing hard against her zipper. I bit down on my bottom lip a bit harder. It has been so damn long and I wanted her. Fuck dinner. Fuck food. I watched as she licked her lips and her eyes started to dance and flash again. She was having that damn inner battle.

"I hate when you do that," I said as I rubbed my clit slowly.

"Do what?" She asked as her accent filled the kitchen.

"Have that inner sex demon battle," I said lightly.

She looked at me and smirked as I moved my hand.  She closed the small gap and between us. Her cologne smell stronger than before and so damn good.

"What you thinking?" I asked her.

She looked at me and smirked. She wrapped her arms around my waist and lifted me off the counter like I weighed nothing. I giggled and wrapped my arms around her neck and my legs around her waist.

"Just seeing how much I wanna give you," she said.

I bit my lip as she sat me on the island.

"And where," she said as she pushes me down on to the counter top.

"Rain you know I hate fuckkk," I moaned as her hand rubbed my clit.

I looked at her as she watched me. She moved her hand and grabbed my legs pulling me to the edge of the counter.

"Take me upstairs or to the couch baby," I said as I watched her.

My clit was throbbing and she was either ignoring me or couldn't hear me. I bit my lip as she pushed the Jersey that was covering my body up and over my head.

"I know what Jamila Rose hates..." she said and smirked as she slowly ran her hands down my neck.

I bit my lip as her lips connected with my collar bone. She let her lips linger lightly. I placed my hand on top of her head as she placed light kisses down my collar bone and up to my neck. I pulled her closer. She had to come up out these clothes. She knows I hate that shit.

".. but I'm not dealing with her am I?" She said lowly into my ear.

"Fuck," I whispered.

My body shook at the accent. She knows it's so heavy. Especially when her voice is all raspy and deep. Like fuck...that's a fucking fatality. I bit my lip as she tugged on my nipple ring. I pulled her closer and let out a small moan. Her lips lingered against my earlobe. I gasped as I felt her nibble lightly on it.

"Stormie," I said and tugged her ear.

I smirked as she groaned. I felt her. She was boosting me up and I had already smoked in the shower. So I was actually all ready for this. I already know she probably then smoked at least 2 blunts and hit the bong. But her pushing me over the top was all I needed.