Summary: When Tommy comes homes and finds his wife sitting at the table that's all that Tommy wants for dinner.
(Tommy is in his car when he stops in his driveway he is so pissed off that the band didn't show up to rehearsal so he messed up and wasted his time when he could be with his girl.)
(Tommy storms in he didn't even realize the kitchen lights were on and he didn't realize, Elise was sitting at the dinner table. Sitting there like an angel, Elise was a literal angel she was sitting in her angel costume from the workday on the playboy shoot. Tommy looks up and sees his wife.)
Tommy: El
Elise: Hi
(Tommy drops the beer in the recycling.)
Tommy: What is this
Elise: I ate dinner alone.
Tommy: The guys didn't show up to rehearsal so I could of been having dinner with you.
Elise: I'm sorry baby.
Tommy: No it's okay
Elise: Do you want some dinner.
Tommy: No I want you.
Elise: Tommy
Tommy: I want you.
Elise: Tommy
(Tommy sits in the chair and pulls Elise into her lap, Tommy kissed up Elise's body with soft suckles that would later blossom into hickies, his lips warm and wet as they worked their way up the inner thighs. The bruises were evidence of how he controlled the body in a way that no one else could. In some ways, Elise had beautiful fantasies of waking up with her pants moist against the bed sheets.)
Tommy: Look you're making a mess mamma.
Elise: Tommy
Tommy: What is it, mamma?
(Elise was shaking the dinner table, Tommy was licking like a cat, he was eating her pussy so hard she held his head in her clit, making her cum, on his lips.)
Tommy: That was the best dinner yet.
Elise: Well whatever dinner is on the table.
