A pair of wealthy hearts living under an extravagant roof, with just about everything at their fingertips. Even with the monthly deduction dedicated to daily bills, and worthy fundraisers, they had enough to buy this: the biggest jewel and real estate agency had to offer. Because of their wealth, they were ale to skip renting apartments and lived in the suburban beauty for four years. If there was anything Thomas could never get used to, was Dionne. Dionne carried herself like his mother had, with elegant class and grace. She was a woman who knew exactly what she wanted, how to get it, and refused to stop until she got it. Because of this she was hardly ever swayed by anyone, which, in a way, attracted him to her. His demeanor was extremely persuasive, and at times flirtatious. When he wanted something, his initial tactic was to use his charm. Complete opposites living under the same roof, but four years did nothing but improve their relationship. Now, the question was hair. Normally, Thomas hadn't a problem with the way she wore her curly brunette strands. However, Dionne did, which sparked a pursuit in changing it at first. At first, he randomly brought it up in conversation, the possibility of straightening it. After having the thought be ignored several times, and even challenged at one time, he left it alone... but Dionne hadn't totally dismissed it.
Slender fingers smoothed out a thin collection of strands. Dionne pursed her lips, and examined the length of her hair, fully stretched out. Her warm chocolate eyes trailed to the heating demon sitting on her vanity, waiting to devour her messy waves. As unorthodox as it was, she loved her hair big and resting on her shoulders. The look was outdated, but it suited her. Although, she'd had it like this since she'd graduated. Maybe... change was an order. Suddenly, a devilish idea popped into her brain. Just this wouldn't be enough. She'd go all out to please her husband tonight.
Thomas hung his suit jacket on the arms of the coat rack and slipped his shoes off at the door. A weird mixture of satisfaction agitation remained from the day's work as he trekked barefoot to the stairs. He halted at the bottom, jaw on the floor, and eyes glued to the person in mid decent. A black bustier with pearl buttons lining just below the breasts. Red veiled with black lace covered her breasts, along with streams of straightened locks following effortlessly down her shoulders. Red lipstick matched the bows accenting the tops on her tights stopping at thighs. She rose a finger to her lips then curled it toward her, and turned to lead him up the stairs, a scarcely covered ass keeping him close behind. He closed the door and stood there reveling in the sexual atmosphere put on by his lover. She looked him over slowly, running her fingers through her hair.
"Are you going to keep that on all day?" she asked.
Remaining entranced by her beauty, Thomas removed his clothes, while catching glimpses of her anyway that he could.
"You must want to dominate today?" he hypothesized aloud.
"Truly, I like my control. So sit on the bed, and wait," she softly commanded.
He raised a brow in confusion, but did as she said. Dionne inched behind him, laying a finger on his broad shoulder, and dragging it along the width of his back. Instinctively, Thomas shivered under her light touch. She set both hands on his shoulders and began kneading his muscles til the tension gradually rolled away. She must've stumbled on a tight spot, for when she creased her thumbs down his spine, relaxed and pressed himself into her hands. While she occupied his back with her hands, she laid soft kisses along his neck.
"I see they had you working, today," she whispered in between kisses," You've been tense lately,"
As if to agree with her, Thomas caressed her cheek and returned her kisses. She emitted a small noise of surprise. Desperation accented his passionate kisses as he kept his lips on hers as much as possible before he delved his tongue into her mouth. She sighed, shivering from the touch. Before he could get too accustomed to her kisses, she backed away, with a teasing smile on her face.
"You've got a little something on your face," she giggled.
He smirked," Who's fault is that?"
"Yours," she answered.
His brow jutted upward in challenge. He was very well aware of the teasing game, if he weren't already wearing a crown. He scooted backwards on the bed, beckoning Dionne closer. She crawled into his lap, and repossessed his neck, coaxing more sighs out of him. Thomas' hand snaked between them, and grabbed at his cock. His cheeks were on fire now, as he stroked himself til he was insatiably hard. Dionne took notice his now standing length. As soon as she stopped, Thomas stole her lips in another round of heated kissing. He let his hands rove her body, leaving Dionne breathless under his loving caress. A husky moan emitted from his lips when she'd found his length standing between them.
"Dionne...I- hah,"
"I told you I wanted control tonight," she crooned in his ear.
Her words barely registered as she gripped him and jerked faster. At this point, his pants were coming out as moans, and he held onto the sheets at either side.
"Hah ah, sto...I'm cumming," he moaned.
Just as he'd said that, she stopped. He let out a grunt of frustration and slumped over, trying to catch his breath. She eyes his carefully, rubbing her hands over his chest. He suddenly straightened, causing her to scoot back a little. Though she wasn't through teasing him yet. She crawled over him, and knelt, raising her ass high in the air for him to gaze at.
"What? Is it my turn now?" he asked, rubbing her hips.
"You're a big boy, Thomas. I think you can handle it,"
With a new found motivation, Thomas settled behind her, slipping his hands over her bustier and unbuttoning it. The cloth fell away, displaying her fair back for him to kiss. She flinched at first then relaxed, raising her ass higher. He pulled her underwear aside and pushed his finger in. Instantly, she clenched around him, and she bit her lip to keep from screaming.
"Didn't expect it back here, huh," he teased in her ear," You like it?"
By the time he'd asked, she was already a mess in heat. Her clit throbbed a little from being disregarded for so long. She laid her head on her arm, and rubbed her moist entrance. Thomas continued to tease and wiggle his finger inside her asshole, and watched her play with herself at the expense of him purposely leaving that alone. It'd been a while since they'd done anything different like this, and neither one could protest at this point. Thomas pulled his fingers out, making Dionne shiver from emptiness.
"Think you're ready," Thomas muttered to himself as he eased inside.
Her nails dug into the bed post as she felt herself stretch to accommodate his size. He slid deeply inside, waiting a few moments before beginning to thrust. With Dionne's mouth already open from crying out so loudly, he easily slipped a finger in her mouth. Instinctively, Dionne took his fingers into her mouth, suckling shamefully and loudly, allowing some spit to dribble from the corner of her mouth. He quickened his thrusts, hitting a spot that caused her to bite. He removed her fingers, and slowed down. Dionne peeked over her shoulder, giving him her most innocent faces.
"So you like that spot," he observed.
Still inside her, Thomas pushed his finger into her vagina. Her breath hitched. Being filled in two places simultaneously was almost unbearable.
"Thomas... it hurts.. ah!"
"Mm, don't sound like it to me," he replied, in a low tone," It was here, right?"
He jerked his finger upward, pressing her sweet spot. At the sound of her scream, Thomas pulled out out of her ass, and spread her opening wide, aiming for her vagina. He leaned over to hold her from behind. He pressed into her once again, feeling her walls tighten around him, and his hands curve over stomach up to her breasts. As he teased her, his thrusts quickened, as he felt his high approaching quickly.
"Thomas! I- ah!"
Thomas kissed her shoulder," I love you,"
Just as those words rasped into the atmosphere, Dionne caught her climax. Thomas came a few thrusts after, panting and quivering from the sheer of fresh sweet cooling his skin. Once Thomas pulled out, the two crumpled next to each other, still panting from the affects of sex.
"Tha- That's some control you got there," he sighed.
Dionne shot him a look, then rolled on top of his chest.
"Do you like my hair?" she asked into her arm.
He stroked her smooth locks and smiled.
"It's different, yes. But as long as it's you, it will always be beautiful,"
With that said the couple drifted off into sweet slumber.