It was a beautiful warm morning. Luke could hear the birds chirping and the breeze blowing through the open window. He could smell the aroma of breakfast as the door creaked open. In his soft aged voice he said “Jessie?”. There was no response.
But the beautiful blonde continued through the door and proceeded to him. As she slid his writing journal aside and sat his plate down. One more time he asked, “Jessie?” “No” the blond responded. “It’s Amy”. (Luke’s long time friend and caregiver.) She patted the back of his hand and reminded him that Jessie had been gone for some time.
Then she said: “But it’s ok. It’s a new beautiful day and together we will get through it. “
Some may say, “Luke and Jessie have a fairytale marriage.”. But just as any couple, they occasionally had battles to overcome. Even in a fairytale, there are dragons or such to conquer. But Luke and Jessie had always found a way to be respectful, even during the heated times they were at odds.
Both had witnessed and experienced things in their parents marriages and their own past relationships, that they had vowed to be better than. Unfortunately one of these times of differences was upon them. It really was not as much of a difference, but more of a breakdown in communication. Something was just not sitting right with either of them. And the more they discussed or questioned it. The more distance seemed to overcome them. Both were putting in a lot of long hard hours at work, barely getting time together. And when they were each one took the other the wrong way. It was no different that night.
After two weeks, it was the first evening they were able to spend together. Luke was tired, he could use rest, but could only think about how he had neglected Jessie, while he had been do busy. For days, he had planned on taking her out. And in unison, Jessie was feeling she had neglected him. When he came home, she had already settled in for the night.
Dinner on the table, a massage for him. Then a nice night of lounging around with an intimate ending. Luke walks in hollering out “honey I’m home”, as he sees dinner on the table. Before Jessie makes it to the dinning room, Luke hollering out again “Why did cook? I’m taking you out!” His voice still stressed from work mode.
Jessie immediately takes it the wrong way. Bolting to the dinning room. In her defensive mode, states that she had planned for them to stay in. I though you would want to spend time together, not go out. “You don’t want to take me out. You just want me to go so you can drink with your friends” Jessie huffed! Both tried to defend their stance, but it just got worse.
Being hungry, they both sit down to eat. By this time defense had taken over and they both had withdrawn to not speaking. Luke finished his meal, then proceed to the shower. Jessie, went to the den to watch tv.
After showering, Luke joined her in the den. The TV was on, but neither hearing or paying attention to anything but the confusion and frustration in their own minds. Luke knowing that Jessie could out stubborn a mule. Tried to break the ice. But every effort just had them both more frustrated.
Finally Jessie got up in the middle of one of Luke’s attempts to communicate and left the room. Luke had just finished a beer that he had grabbed after his shower. As he pulled it from the cozy. He flung the cozy across the room. Luke and Jessie had a pack that they would be better than their past. But this was so frustrating….for both of the. .. ..
Luke then jumped up to follow Jessie. Jessie was at the bathroom sink, when Luke caught up with her. They never called each other derogatory names or disrespected each other. Even when they were arguing. Although Jessie was not calling him names, she was crying, screaming and cussing!
The more Luke tried to fix it, the louder she got. Total frustration took over. Two weeks of frustration and now their only night together fucked up! Just so happened Luke noticed that his frustration had turned into anger and his fist was clinched. His thoughts: Oh fuck! This is not us! This is not what we do! How did we get here? How do we stop this???”
His fist then unclutched, but half drawn back. He reached and grabbed Jessie’s hand, spinning her around. She came around with her free hand to swing at him. He quickly grabbed that hand lifted both hand above her and stepped in close. Do close she was bent partial backwards over the vanity. He fell in deeper to kiss her. She turned her head. Letting one hand go, he grabbed the back of her head by the hair, pulling them together. She tried to resist, but knew this was the only proper way to release their frustrations. She engages in one deep kiss, then broke free from his hold. She now grabbed his head. Pushed his head away long enough to say “fuck you” one more time. Then pulled him back to share a deep kiss with him. Tears still in her eyes, in a much softer, but still stern voice she says: FUCK, Fuck, fuck. …just fuck me Luke….that’s all I’ve wanted is you damn it”.
Luke’s adrenaline still rushing through his veins. Reached down with one hand, scooped her up, just under her butt. Lifts her and uses his body to push her back on the vanity. It could have been the two weeks of sexually frustration and neglect, the adrenaline, the heat of the moment or all four, but his cock was harder than he ever remember. His member already protruding thought the slot of his boxers. He pulls Jessie’s panties to the side and rams his swollen cock deep inside her. She screams “FUCK!” He seems to have no mercy.
Both still spitting words of anger. His strokes are paused with each one of withdrawal. Saying “Fucks”, then another deep hard stroke. And again “Damn it” and another deliberate stroke. Pulling out again “Damn it Jessie, you know I fucking love you!” Then one more seemly angered stroke, setting off an almost violent fuck fest. Then tones of the words and noises seemed to still be angered. But the passion behind the word and noises were of love.
Luke pulled her by the back of her knees to draw her closer. That position leaned her back to the mirror, but she grabbed him by the hair of his head, pulling herself up. Now with each of his brutal strokes she was biting him. His ear, neck, chest anywhere she could reach. They were both screaming, some screams of pain, but mostly blazing passion. The two week wait and the intensity had got the best of Luke. He knew he had to cum. Still in his controlling mode, he pulled Jessie from the vanity.
Her feet now on the floor. He grabs her by the hair, pushing her downward, urging her to take his cock and load in her mouth, which she does. As the hot cum jetted through his cock into her mouth, he lead back trying to push deeper. Some how she had managed to hold most of his load in her mouth. As Luke was panting gasping for air. Jessie released his cock from her mouth. Not being one to take the short end of the stick, she spit his cum out covering his cock and balls with his own hot jizz.
She then stand up, looks him in the eye and says: “Now I want mine!” Turned around dropped her panties on the floor. Bent over the vanity as her plump little ass stuck out and said “now fuck me right!” She knew it was her last chance to dominate the situation. The taste of Luke’s cum always put her over the edge, not to mention the brutal fucking, he had just given her. Jessie reached back spreading the cheeks of her ass. Luke cock not as hard but still full, he enters her wetness. Reached around her thighs and began slow gentle strokes. She let go of her ass, the holding the knob of the sink facets and stated she was cumming.
Telling Luke “Don’t move!” He was I’m the perfect position that his cock rubbed over her G-Spot every time she would grind up and down. Screaming his name body convulsing. Her juices exploded out, covering Luke’s boxers, dripping down his legs. What is now their combined fluid, forming a puddle the floor. As she turns around seeing the mess, grins and asked “Did I do that?” Then chuckled. Grabbing the hand towel to cover the puddle, she reached to turn on the shower. Reached for Luke’s hand guiding him in with her. That night or the two weeks before, we’re never discussed again.
Like a Roman Candle in the night sky, fire, smoke, noise…transforming into something beautiful.