**smut warning**
"el, i'm home" Mike yells as he opens the front door, carrying a bag and setting it on the kitchen counter top.
He walks in further and sees her on the couch laying down. He smiles at the sight of her sleeping so peacefully.
"baby, wake up," he shakes her to wake up. She begins to stir and once she's awake she sits up.
"I brought-"
"You're late," she states. Her hair is messy and she's frowning at him.
"I'm sorry. I was stuck in traffic." he explains as he grabs both her hands.
"You could have texted."
"My phone died. I'm sorry okay-."
"I was worried,"
"El, baby. I'm sorry" he kneels down to her level. He kisses her forehead, "I brought tacos."
"Tacos?" she says with a smile.
He laughs and leans in for a kiss but she moves her head to the side. "I'm still mad at you."
"I'll make it up to you in some way."
"I know baby. You always do." she states before getting up from the couch and going to the kitchen.
She immediately opens up the box, grabbing a taco and adding some salsa before she takes a bite of it. She moans at the delicious taste of the taco. One thing that everyone knows is that tacos are the key to her heart.
Mike joins her and they both eat their late dinner together. Finally when they both finish eating, Mike throws the trash and puts the dishes away. He then carries El to their bedroom.
"join me in the shower?" he asks. she nods and they both enter the bathroom.
Mike sets her down before he turns on the water, letting it run until it gets warm. He then takes off his clothes and get's in the shower before El joins him.
"mm feels good," she sighs as the warm water touches her skin.
Mike grabs the shampoo bottle, applies some on his hand before he massages it on her head. "how was your day, baby?"
"besides worrying about you?.. well I went shopping and got some new dresses and I started a new book today."
"I'm starting to feel like you like those fictional men better than me."
"I can't say I don't," she teases. she turns to him, kisses his nose before she grabs the shampoo and repeats his action. She stands on her toes and massages the shampoo on his wet curls.
He leans down allowing her to better wash his hair. He sets his lips on her neck, kissing her skin while she massages his hair.
"mike," she warns. "later," she states. he obliged and pulls away. "now be a good boy and let me finish."
He lowers himself to the shower floor, kneeling as she begins to apply conditioner. He has the perfect view of her pussy right in front of him.
