Queen Bee

October 2002 (1)

As the sun beamed into our room through the large windows, giving the expensive curtains Angel had boughten a run for its money, my eyes slowly fluttered open. Realizing just how bright it actually was in the room, my lids quickly dropped closed once more. Lazily rubbing the sockets with my fingers, I let out a small yawn before slowly turning myself around. "Mornin', baby." I mumbled, reaching out for her warm body. As my hand hit nothing but the sheets, I quickly popped my eyes back open, immediately focusing on the empty mattress. 

Drawing my brows into a frown, I listened intently for a few moments before realizing she was downstairs. What fuckin' time is it? What's she doin'? It's my birthday, why ain't she still in bed? Sitting up, I quickly unplugged my phone from its charger before dry swallowing a few of my Vicodin. 

Going through all of my missed birthday texts, I mindlessly swung my legs over the edge of the bed, planting my feet firmly onto the cold wood. As soon as I walked through the half closed door, my nose was immediately filled with the sweet scent of pancakes. With my lips tugging into a wide grin, I quickly flipped my phone closed before barrelling down the stairs as fast as I could. 

Catapulting myself into the kitchen, my eyes zeroed in on Angel standing directly in front of the island. As he head cranked towards me, obviously confused, I quickly wrapped my arms around her waist, picking her up and spinning her around as quick as my feet would allow. 

Immediately bursting out into uncontrollable laughter, she kicked her legs around in attempt to get me to put her back down. "What the hell is wrong with you?!" She screamed through her wheezes. 

Laughing with her, I finally put her down. "I love you." I said, still with that same big, goofy smile as I quickly planted my lips against hers. 

"You're insane." She joked. 

"What is this? Whatcha makin'?" I asked, reaching my arm past her to grab one of the strawberries that had been perfectly de-stemmed, popping it into my mouth. 

"I'm tryna make ya breakfast if you would stop eatin' everything." She laughed, pushing another bowl of blueberries away from my reach just as I went to grab a few. 

"Yo, I got somethin' you could eat." I joked, pushing my lower half against her ass as I dug my hand into a third bowl of raspberries. 

A deep rumble of laughter erupted from her once more as she hit her ass against my crotch, attempting to push me off of her. "Yeah, so do I." 

"But it's my birthday." I frowned dramatically as my voice turned sad. 

Laughing, she turned around to face me. "Anyone ever tell ya how dumb you are?" She asked, gently pushing her hands over my shoulders before securing them tightly around my neck.

"Anyone ever tell ya how beautiful you are?" Gripping her waist gently, my voice turned low. 

Giggling, she brought her soft lips against mine before she mumbled, "Happy birthday, baby. I love you."

"Mm. I love you." Pushing my lips onto hers once more, she dropped her hands towards my back, forcing my body as close to hers as she could get me. "Y'know since the kids are gone for the night, we could just fuck right here in the kitchen." I said quickly, abruptly pulling my mouth away from hers. 

She smiled, trailing her hand down towards the waistband of my boxers before gently pushing it under. "Or I could suck your dick in the kitchen." Grabbing ahold of my hard dick, she slowly started pumping me. 

"I mean shit, whatever ya want, baby." Letting out one last sexy giggle, she removed my dick from my boxers before sinking down to her knees directly in front of me. As my gaze followed her, I gently began moving the hair away from her face while she stuck her tongue out and slowly started to swirl it around the tip. "Shit, baby." I breathed out quietly, my eyes still watching intently as she started the slow pace with her hand again.