So Right, Yet So Wrong

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The sunlight struck into the room casting a bright white glare into Marks eyes as he rolled over to kiss his soon to be wife good morning on her shoulders. She groaned and turned around smiling, happy to wake up next to the man of her dreams. "12 more days baby and you'll be Ms.Smith" Crystal couldn't help but let out a small giggle as she scooted closer to him under the covers. They laid together for what seemed to be an eternity before mark parted his lips to say is famous line "Baby it's time". She knew that he was ready and slipped her head under the covers and removed his boxers. He said something but she couldn't hear him from beneath the blankets, instead she opened her mouth and began to slowly lick the head of his penis. She could hear him moan. While she took his member into her mouth he grabbed a hand full of her hair and pulled gently. She stopped and lifted her head from the covers, hair still in his hand, "Baby no". She quickly lost interest in the act and sat on the edge of the bed. "Really ?! Is this what you're going to do ?? Stop acting like this were getting married in less than 2 weeks, show me some kind of sign that you still want to go through with this." Mark began to raise his voice. Crystal just sighed,got out of the bed and walked into the bathroom. She couldn't let him know that she was in the mood as well, but she also couldn't leave this feeling unattended. She turned the shower on and began to undress, as she unclothed herself Mark walked into the bathroom behind her. He kissed her shoulders, up to her neck, biting softly on her ears and licked his way back down. This sent chills down her spine and she shuddered. But instead of giving into his seduction she simply turned around and told him to get out while she showered. He let out a great huff and stormed out, she presumed to go relieve himself of his morning wood but didn't care about his situation. She stepped into the steaming shower, the hot water cascading off of her deep chocolate skin. She let out a tired sigh and felt her stresses trickle into the drain. As she caressed her body she let out a soft moan. Despite the water being so hot her nipples were hard and her body shook with chills. She rubbed her breasts and began to play with her nipples. The water still streaming from the shower head gave her inspiration to remove it from its place on the wall and position it mere inches from her hot spot. The water ran strong and hit her in all the right places, she moaned again, but cut herself short as to not alert Mark of her pleasures. Not once did she move the shower head but occupied her other hand by slowly rubbing her clit: She took her time, slow circles, then slipped one finger inside herself. She moaned again and took a step back, the shower head still in her other hand. She began to work herself faster, harder, her breathing now unsteady and her eyes closed tightly as she was about to cum. She bit her lip, opened her eyes and let out a long sigh as she released the shower head and held onto the wall to keep her balance. When she was finished she smiled to herself a sly smirk of satisfaction, placed the shower head back on the wall and washed her body.
Mark stood outside the bathroom door, listening, seething. He knew what she was doing, he knew that she was pleasing herself and it brought him anger to know that he wasn't the one to make her cum. But he sighed and walked away into the guest bedroom and went to work on himself. He turned his phone over, •4 Missed Calls• Mark knew exactly who it was and made no hesitation to return the call. "Hey there, I thought you'd never call back! Is your fiancé still home?" The voice on the other end sounded excited, sultry, and a little sinister. Mark fought back a smile and adjusted himself into the bed, the guest room was where he took his mistresses while Crystal was at work, or at the gym, or basically whenever she wasn't home. "Shes leaving soon Sweet Lips, you should start making your way over here, take your time don't rush." He kept his voice low as his eyes darted from the window to the door. He never knew why he was so worried about the window, but he always felt as if maybe one day Crystal would see him even though the curtains were always drawn in the guest room. He could hear the shower turn off and the rolling door slide open. Crystal is out.

"Baby is there anything you need me to pick up when I get off from work?" Crystal showed true concern as her soon to be husband troubled in what seemed to be pain bent over the counter in their newly remodeled kitchen. He shook his head but didn't utter a word. She could feel the cold response and though he didn't say anything she could read in his body language that he wanted her gone. So Crystal grabbed her keys and walked into the garage. As the door slid up to reveal the cold morning breeze a few of her still dripping curls blew in the wind, she unlocked the door, adjusted her seat and mirrors and took off for work.