The beverage and the biscuit were gone!
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~Eight hours back
His car pulled in from the driveway to the lawn, it was a quiet evening with the wind subtle as a feather's touch and the skies promising a heart relieving down pour of what had troubled it the day.
He loved it when it was cold.
The car door swung open before he made his way to the front door. He was tall, say about 6´2 in height with a glittering melanin skin ricocheting the lights back. His finely manicured hand turned the knob slowly before pushing the door wide open, granting him access into his house.
The smell welcomed him.
"Babe!?"
He called pilling his coat off his body before running his right hand through his afro curly hair. He shifted the weight of the carrier bag from left hand to right before taking a step.
"You always do that"
His wife said to him from across the room, her name is Idalia and she is Italian. She had a chubby figure and average in height with grey eyes that gave her hair a spectrum when she was looked at from up front.
He towered her when he neared her and shadowed her in a passionate hug that ended with a kiss here and there.
"Lemme get that"
She told reaching out for the carrier bag but his swift repel told her otherwise, "not when there's two of you standing there" he quips his head motioning to her stomach. She punched him.
"I'm not weak"
But he didn't want to hear any of it, he was already at the kitchen dropping the bags on the table when she walked in.
"I'm not weak"
She protested still leaning into him and wrapping her hands around his neck. "I still have the power to rise and fall you know" she whispered into his ears as she bit his earlobe.
"I bet you do"
His voice had deepened with a rather astonishing crave for hunger only she could satisfy. He was ready now and here, his grip on her waist began to get sensual, his hand movement changed course going further down in a swipe and grab motion.
She let out a moan.
"Is that all you can do daddy?" Her eyes looked at him carefully and pleadingly from under her lashes. Next he knew his head was on her neck, his lips giving the dance of arousal. This ethereal feeling only she could cage him in was his weakness, he whispered between lips puckering;
"I could do lot more"
She giggled, "I know". She piled herself off him, her short had raised a bit on the left side and her oversized T-shirt had begun a journey called 'removal'. " Eat first, get your strength, recover. After that we can go on"
"You are evil" he told realising how well she had showed her strength over him when it came to this. Damn he was already as hard as a rock but what could he do other than to follow her lead.
"As I said, I'm not weak."
She smirked at him when the doorbell rang.