The Weekend Part 2

Chyenne stirred sleepily in her king size bed. Then sun was peeking in through her Hunter Douglas designer window shades, beckoning her awake. She stretched languidly wishing she could just sleep for a few more moments. Her body was remarkably weary. Last night had gone better than she could have ever dreamed. After their impromptu romp in the kitchen they shared a lengthy shower, during which Terrence feasted between her thighs until she was too weak to stand. They took turns applying lotion to each other and slowly dressing. After which they returned to the kitchen where she finished the preparation of their meal. They sat out on the balcony and ate under the stars. When dinner was done they cuddled up on the couch, listened to some jazz and simply talked. They caught each other up on work, and family, laughed till they cried, and eventually just drifted off into a comfortable silence. When one of their favorite songs came on Terrence pulled Chyenne to her feet and they slowly danced. Him to the rhythm of the music, her to the beat of his heart. Eventually they made their way back to the bedroom, where they made love until they were exhausted. Chyenne fell into a deep satisfying sleep, only to be roused again at around 4am for one last thorough fucking. What Terry liked to call the cherry on top.



Now here she was alone in her bed, reminiscing on the past few hours. ALONE?? Quickly she rolled over feeling nothing but empty space. Where the hell was he? She sat up scanning her room for any signs of him. Nothing. Oh no he didn't get his ass up and leave in the middle of the night like she was some random booty call. He knew exactly how she felt about that shit. Chyenne jumped out of bed grabbed her silk kimono and headed out into the rest of the house. Immediately she was stopped in her tracks by the aroma emanating from her kitchen. It smelled of crisp bacon and sweet cinnamon rolls. She smiled wryly to herself and headed back in the direction she came from. He always said she jumped to conclusions too easily, but she never gave him the satisfaction of thinking he was right. She made her way into the master bathroom quickly brushing her teeth and washing her face. She combed her hair then re- emerged looking vivacious and beautiful. By then her stomach was roaring, so she decided to join him the kitchen. He was busy with his back to her when she first approached. Wearing only his boxer briefs he looked good enough to eat. His cocoa brown skin glistened with a light sheen of sweat. Chyenne stood mesmerized watching him move about the kitchen. When he turned and flashed that mega watt smile of his, her heart surely skipped a beat.


“Good morning gorgeous” He spoke.


“Mmmmmmmm good morning indeed” she purred.


“Have a seat, breakfast will be ready in a moment.”


“Take your time Daddy. I'm enjoying the view”


Terry glanced over his shoulder at her and raised an eyebrow in response. Chyenne took a seat on one of the stools at her breakfast bar. She watched as Terry moved skillfully around the kitchen plating eggs, bacon, potatoes and cinnamon rolls. He removed a large carafe of orange juice from the fridge and made his way over to her. Simultaneously kissing her forehead, he served her plate and flamboyantly said “ Bon Appetit!” She giggled at him while tasting the first bites of her food. “Mmmmmmm, Soooooooo good baby” she cooed.


“Yes you were damn good last night” he joked


Her cheeks turned a deep crimson. “I was talking about the food Mr. Nasty so get your mind out the gutter”


“My mind wasn't in the gutter, it was between your legs” he said seductively as he turned her stool to face him and positioned himself comfortably between her thighs. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist and linked her arms around his neck. He kissed her deeply, savoring the taste of her full sweet lips. She was intoxicating to him. Already he felt like could split a brick with what he was swinging between his legs and that was simply from a kiss. He pulled away and the sexiest little whimper escaped her. She looked up at him with those big brown eyes and he could feel his control slipping away. She began to kiss his cheeks, then his neck , moving ever so slowly to his ear. “I think we should head back to the bedroom ” she whispered.


He locked eyes with her and replied “ No. I have a better idea” He took her hand and slowly led her out to the balcony. From the 26th floor it overlooked almost the entire city. He led her to the rail and stood right behind her with his arms wrapped around her thick waist. He kissed her neck and whispered softly “Do you trust me?”


“Of course I do” She responded


“Good.”


Without another word Terry began to loosen the belt on her robe slowly allowing it to come undone. He allowed his hands to slowly move up her body exploring her nakedness. Reaching her shoulders he eased her out of her kimono. She stood before him naked and beautiful. Her body almost glowing in the sunlight. He had never been so aroused in all of his life. He quickly removed his boxer briefs and slowly began to grind into her plush ass. Instinctively she moved with him, meeting his slow grind with one of her own.


“Mmmmmmmm damn you feel good on my dick” Terry moaned as his lips found their way back to her neck. Slowly his hands made their way to her exposed breasts. He held them, slowly thumbing her nipples. He flicked the erect bubs of tender flesh until they ached with want. Chyenne arched her back pressing her bosom further into his hands. She wanted to spread the delicious sensation throughout her body, but Terry would not comply. He simply continued stroking her breasts as she strained against his hands and wiggled her bare ass against his dick.


Sensing her need Terry released one breast and slowly began letting his hand drift down her body. He traced the shape of her curves until he found his way to the juncture at her thighs. Softly stroking her there he inched his fingers inside her delicate folds. She was so slick and hot it drove him crazy. He gently caressed her entire slit until her knees went weak. He turned her around and hoisted her up, never once letting his fingers slip from between her legs. She sagged against him limply, panting like a bitch in heat. Terry loved her like this. He braced her against the railing and began to suckle at her stiff nipples while he continued to rub her soaking wet pussy. His fingers sought out her aroused clit, rubbing it in tight small circles. Chyenne could not take the exquisite pleasure he was forcing on her. She humped her hips lewdly at his fingers as they continued to manipulate her very core. She held onto the rail as he tugged at her nipples with his teeth.


“Oh God Terry, Jesus!” she whispered as she felt herself losing control. Her climax imminent, Chyenne closed her eyes and let the passion erupt from her.


“FUCK!” She screamed as her honey began to flow.


She threw her head back as her body shook violently, the orgasm wracking through her like a tornado. Terrance was enraptured. He watched hypnotically as she quivered over and over again. He felt her release a wave of fluid onto his fingers and when she had quieted he removed his glistening digits to bring them to her lips. Still somewhat in a daze Chyenne's lips opened automatically as Terry pressed his honey coated fingers to her lips. She suckled them like a hungry baby. Devouring every drop as if she could not get enough. Again he watched her. With her eyes closed trying to milk his fingers, she moaned seductively as if she was tasting the greatest thing known to man. Suddenly he was consumed with an emotion bordering on passion and jealousy. He wanted those fingers in his mouth, wanted to taste and savor her sweetness. Adrenaline rushed and before he knew it he was fisting her hair bringing her hot mouth to his. His kiss was deep and penetrating. He was searching her mouth with his agile tongue looking for remnants of what he longed for. He pulled away unsatisfied and knew had to go straight to the source.


Chyenne braced herself as he hoisted her leg up and buried his face in her dripping womanhood. He licked at her honeypot like a rabid dog. Tongue lapping, lips sucking every drop of juice he could find. Chyenne reached her hand down grinding his face further into her quim. She rode his face for all she was worth as his tongue worked magic on her button.


“Mmmmm shit, you like that pussy Daddy. Lick it. Suck it. Make me cum!” She commanded


Since his mouth was busy all Terrence could do was mumble his agreement.


Chyenne looked down on him, lust clouding her eyes. “That's it, right there baby suck it, make me cum right down your throat”


Terry pulled his mouth away and rubbed her clit hard and fast. “Shut the fuck up and gimme bitch. Gimme that fucking cum slut!” He put his mouth back to work sucking her sweet pearl and flicking it with his tongue. Her body shook as if it had a mind of it's own and she came. Wave after wave poured out of her and into his expectant mouth. He continued sucking as she succumb to the bliss. When she was finally still he emerged from between her legs faced glazed like a fresh doughnut.


Looking at her dazed and spent he had to have her. He placed her arms around his neck, lifted her legs to his waist and speared into her. Like a switch had been hit she roared back to life. “Dammit Daddy!” She screamed. He pinned her to the rail as she clung to him and fucked her with reckless abandon. His muscular ass flexing double time as he worked her pussy furiously. “ Fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeeee.” she chanted mindlessly as he worked his way in and out of her. He could feel her inner walls working him over. She was hot, tight and wet, milking him like a velvet glove. He knew at this pace he wouldn't hold out much longer so he did what he knew she loved the most. Snaking his tongue to her ear he whispered “That's right baby, fuck me. Gimme that pussy. Cum on my Dick you little slut, cum right fucking now!” She mewled like an animal and he felt her cunt squeeze him tight. She was cumming and hard. Her mouth fell open to scream but nothing escaped. Out of control he pistoned his dick in and out of her until he felt that boiling in his loins spill over and shoot through him. He crushed her to his chest as he erupted into her like hot lava scorching her very core.


When he no longer had the strength to hold her Terry let go and Chyenne collapsed into a naked shivering mass. He leaned against the wall until he could catch his breath. Finally when his world stopped spinning he extended his hand to her and she accepted. Standing on shaky legs he helped her back to the bedroom. He placed her on the bed and headed into the restroom. Chyenne lay in her sheets ready to drift back asleep with his cum still staining her thighs. She closed her eyes as he emerged from the bathroom. He spread her legs and placed a warm washcloth on her abused kitty. Ever so gently he wiped her clean. When he was done he placed the rag in the hamper and returned to bed. They were just about to drift off when suddenly Chyenne's blackberry sounded. She went to reach for it but he knocked her hand away.


“Mmmmmm baby” she sleepily mumbled “It could be important. It could be my mother”


At that he allowed her to retrieve the phone and examine it. “Shit!” she cursed as she hopped out of the bed.


“What's wrong?” Terry asked puzzled


Chyenne took a deep breath and sighed “I have to go to work”


“I beg your pardon”


“I have to go into the office. Somethings up with the Reynolds deal.”


“Can't somebody else deal with it?”


“No, this is my baby... I brought them in and I have to handle it.”


“Chy, you told me you would not be in the office this weekend. You said this was our time. I am not gonna sit around here and wait god knows how long for you to come back from work”


“Terry I know but this is important.”


“No what's important is I had work to do as well, and I didn't have to clear my weekend schedule for you to skip your ass off to work as soon as they come calling.”


He was pissed and she felt like shit. She knew he was right and he had every reason to be angry, but this was her job. No one else would do it and there about 10 people just dying to take her place. She dreaded what she had to do but knew she had no choice. She didn't know how she would make this better and tears welled up in her eyes. How had this happened? One moment they were passionately entangled on the balcony, now they were at odds. How had things gotten so muddied so quickly? She looked to him and could see in his eyes he was more hurt than mad, which broke her heart even more. She knew he had been patient over the last few months when it came to her work schedule. She knew he had cleared his calendar for her this weekend and now here she was ready to dessert him. Her work was no more important than his yet here she was acting like he didn't even matter. She looked down at her phone as it rang again and looked over at Terry sitting on the edge of the bed and she knew it was no contest. This time they would have to wait. Her Weekend was just beginning, and as she crossed the room back to him she switched off her phone