Heaven's On Fire |Dimebag Darrell

Annual State Fair

May 12th, 1995

  "Hey, do we have any plans going on today?" Darrell asked, his foot lightly tapping my leg, pulling my attention from the daily newspaper that was sent to our room this morning. After yesterday's adventure, I slept alright for someone who has a sore butt. Finding a comfortable position during the night was a struggle. Darrell on the other hand slept like a log, his snoring told me so.

  I thought about his question for a moment and remembered that the state fair had started while we were here. "Actually, the state fair is happening. Why don't we invite everyone?" offering up the idea. It allowed us as a group to go do something together, since being here, everyone kind of did their own activities. Which was understandable, they saw each other every day while out on the road. Plus, this vacation kind of became mine and Darrell's honeymoon. Still hard to believe that this man from here on out was to be known to the world as my husband. 

  Darrell smirked, "that actually sounds like an amazing idea babe. Let me call around and see who all wants to join us," getting up from our breakfast to head towards the room phone. My eyes not keeping to themselves when following the image of shirtless Darrell move around. Bouncing from the clock on the adjacent wall and back, did we have enough time to include some strenuous workouts before getting ready to head towards the lobby? 

  Struggling to hold back my evil smile, I made my way slowly towards a distracted Darrell when I enclosed my arms around his mid, bringing him close while listening to him talking to whoever on the phone. Darrell was relaxed in my arms, but if only he knew. Without warning, I bit the back of Darrell's shoulder, causing him to jerk before looking at me. A frown of confusion on his face while he continued to go over today's plans. I gave him my naughty eyes which had his brows raise in surprise, "are you never satisfied woman?" his whispered away from the receiver. 

  Instead of answering him, I fell to my knees making Darrell fumble with his words, trying to reply back to whoever he was talking to. Giving me better access to my goal with only being in a pair of boxers. Pulling down enough to allow him to pop free before giving him any time to process what I was doing, drawing his now hard length into my mouth. 

  Looking up, I caught in time to see Darrell almost dropping the phone as his mouth relaxed from the sensation. Seeing that I was the reason for his pleasure turned me on even more. I wanted to be his little vixen, only his. I couldn't hear much of what came next out of Darrell's mouth, but from the sound of him hanging up, I could only guess he ended the call.

  Feeling his hands thread threw my hair only confirmed that his attention was now on me, just how I liked it. "God damn woman, I cannot keep you off me," hearing him grunt was music to my ears. Something about hearing him moan just did it for me. Taking control, Darrell gripped my hair at the root, guiding me over his thick length. Feeling my eyes begin to water each time he thrusted a little deeper, reminding myself to just relax my throat and to breathe through my nose. My eyes had never left Darrell, watching him lose control and giving into his pleasure. "Fuck, that's my dirty girl," his eyes now watching me closely. 

  Without hesitation Darrell thrusted deeper, causing me to gag but not letting up. We knew each other's limits after years of being together, he knew what I could take. Hitting deeper within my throat had allowed my face to be thrusted into his pelvic where I could smell his manly musk from the tuff of hair that sat there, making me instantly wet. I loved that natural smell that made up Darrell, call it pheromones, it worked for me. This wasn't about me though; this was about pleasing him. Dragging me nails softly against his thighs, working their way towards his hips where I pulled him in further, I needed to be closer. 

  The simple gesture had Darrell reaching his orgasm quickly, swallowing his cum as fast as I could only to feel a little dripping from the corner of my mouth when I finally pulled away. Seeing Darrell fully sedated and more relaxed, trying to regain his composure. I wiped the rest of his cum from my lips and sucking it back into my mouth. Darrell only looked on in amazement. The look on his face had me giggling when I leaned in to kiss his cheek. Turning towards the bathroom to get ready for our day. "What, no returning the favor?" Darrell called out as I entered the adjacent room when I started the shower. "No need baby, this was all about you," I shouted over my shoulder, stepping into the waiting water. My poor sore butt.