Put The Knife Down

Haylee stood in the kitchen and leaned back against the counter. She'd just finished cooking, the kids were still out and about in the streets. She was very close to getting up and going to finding them herself and dragging their asses by the hair back home. They knew damn well what their time limit was, but Marcus was home. And the house was empty. Dinner was ready. A sly smirk crossed her expression. "Hey, cabron." She called to Marcus. "You going to come eat this before it get's cold or what?"

Marcus drew a sigh in through his lips as his massive stature rose from its perch on the couch. He took a small glance around the dwelling as a smirk pulled across his face. Fit for a king. Everything was certainly expensive, from the leather seats to the giant flatscreen upon the wall. "Don't rush me, woman." He grunted upon entering the kitchen, although he paused at the doorframe to eye his wife. HIS wife. His gaze slipped quietly over her curves. "Looks like my queen has been busy." He alluded to the serving plates close by.

"Mm, if you weren't home I'd be waiting for the kids to come home to deliver a golpear that they'd be rememberin' coming home late ain't shit I play with." Haylee responded but looked him in the eye. "But it ain't often you stay home, so they can stay out long as they want." She made her way on over to Marcus and grasped him by the front of the shirt. "I think we can reheat the dinner..."

"I'm not very hungry now anyway." He smile, "...although I have a feeling I'll be hungry later." His hands graced her hips firmly, giving a small yank forward into her gesture. His left hand slipped sideways to click on some mood music before it returned to her lower back.

Haylee ran her hands through his hair and tilted her head slightly hovering her lips just before his but not quite touching. Her hips had slightly rubbed up against his own. "It'd be a shame if I wasn't feeling it anymore." She cooed in his ear after teasing her tongue over his neck and pulling away. "You got business to handle don't you babe?"

A slightly shuddered breath eased from his lungs as Marcus watched her pull away. "I always have business to deal with. Always someone demanding my attention." A loose hand slipped into his pocket. "But not tonight." He grinned in his usual suggestive manor towards his 'hourglass' wife, as he often referred to her.

"Uh huh?" Haylee suggested in a coo as she began to slip off her dress and sit on the leg of the couch leaning back and awaiting his response. "Right now, I'm demanding your attention, you should see to it. My corazón."

Marcus' canvas crackled into a smirk while he eyed the downfall of fabric. His right hand lifted to sweep through his luscious blonde locks. "And what order of business requires my attention on such short notice?" He swooned in a forward stride.

Haylee watched him approach carefully awaiting his roughness eagerly. "Your partner in crime, amor." She responded. If it weren't for her faithfulness for him, most would've assumed she was simply a gold digger. However the burning passion and admiration she had for her husband was as evident as the ocean being blue.

At that moment Cedric came marching in slamming the door behind him, and the first sight he saw was his naked mother. His eyes widened and his jaws dropped, "EWW!!" He screeched like a little girl, dropping his bag and running to his room. Luckily in case his father decided to chase him for ruining their 'special' moment, he locked his door and sat in the corner with his arms wrapped around is knees rocking back and forth.

Haylee blinked as her son had caused a commotion and darted upstairs. In the moment he'd appeared she'd pulled Marcus in to cover up her body. "Hijo de puta, you better stay your ass up in that room before I come up there and give your ass that belt!"

Marcus' gaze snapped to the entrance of his son with a flare of surprise. Reaching behind himself to grab Haylee's wrist he states simply, "Don't worry love, he needs to understand such things some day. Come." He pivoted to proceed down the hall and up the stairs toward the master bedroom. Granted, he prefered the more spontaneous moments of passion, being arousee by obscure romantic situations. To Marcus, there was hardly a crime out there more severe than boredom or monotonous occurrences. His hand yanked Haylee forward as he continued toward the room, now turning to shove her against the wall with a small thump. His dome followed such momentum that when she collided her back against the wall his lips were already upon hers.

Haylee's instant anger had refreshed into one of lust glazed over her hazel orbs just as she'd expected it to. This casanova knew all the right button's to push when he wanted something. Her torso had lifted forward with her shoulders against the wall as she slipped her tongue into his mouth. Everything about her husband made her go bizzark. Even if he could be an asshole from time to time the enthusiasm from when they first got together was still there. "You going to keep teasing me?" She asked in a hushed voice.

His hands pressed her hips backward into the wall until she was lifted against its surface, perched with legs around his hips. "Darlin', I'm going to tease you until an exasperated moan stifles from those pretty little lips of yours." He replied in a hushed tone, his own lips being drawn from her ear down her nape. His teeth bit softly at first along her flesh while his hands ran up her sides, his haste quickening as he turned to rush her against the opposing wall, still looped upon his hips.

Haylee hinted at a quick smirk but allowed it to vanish as a way to hide her amusement. "Oh baby, you know I'm not that easy into fall in line with what you want me to do." She cooed and tap kissed his cheek before tilting her head back, and gently thrusting her hips against his own. The soft fabric of her underwear and bre preventing any penetration. She gently slid a hand down into his pants rubbing her fingertips over his shaft teasingly. "Looks like you don't need viagra yet do you?"

A breath that can only be described as the puff of an escalated male rose from Marcus' lips. He carried Haylee the remaining distance of the hallway to be tossed upon the bed, landing on her back. His hands tore his shirt off of his shoulders and cast it aside. His jeans followed shortly after. Marcus then lunged onto the bed with his left hand gliding behind Haylee's neck to guide her mouth toward's his once more. All the while his right hand brushed down her side to trail his fingers across the rim of her underwear.

Haylee closed her lids over his hazel orbs and continued to deepened the mouth to mouth interaction between herself and her husband. She slid a hand down his torso desiring the feel of his bare body. She soon allowed the same hand to gently wrap around his own shaft in his boxers however did not pull it out for her own methed of teasing. "Careful, you might end up with a case of blue balls." She teased.

A grin flashed across Marcus' face at her notion, gathering her desire for control to his own advantage. "Don't you worry about me, love." He swooned in a somewhat breathy notion. His hands reached down to grip her wrists, pinning her limbs above her head as his usual seductive aggression consumed the moment once more. His body slipped downward, kissing or simply grazing his lips along her body. His hands eventually dropped away from her wrists, leaving them a above her head, while they easily unhooked her bra. He continued downward with his fingers pressed around her abdomen.

Haylee kept her hands behind her head and slightly purred out of amusement as her breasts were exposed to him. "Appreciate what you see baby?" She asked and puffed her torso out to tilt her head back against the wall. "You gonna fuck me?" She asked in a hushed tone.

"Oh yeah baby. I cherish every inch of your body." He worked upward again with his lips. His palm pressed between her thighs until he had begun to rub at her clit, softly. "Do you want me to fuck you?" He asked, gripping her breast before sliding his hand up to her throat and jaw.

A soft moan escaped Haylee's lips however she shut her lips once more and shook her head. "I could be faking it." She winked at him. "Your cock isn't getting very excited anymore baby."

"Your excitement pleases me." He pressed. His fingers easily stripped away her panties, pausing at her feet for his lips to kiss along the top of her right foot. His barren chest brushed along her torso until he was once again kissing her lips. His hands absently parted her legs to allow him to settle between her thighs, not yet penetrating her. His breath quickened again with excitement as his hands ventured over her body as if to summon energy from the very touch. His hands sought the arch of her back until her hips were pulled closer.

Haylee arched her back and shut her eyes panting softly at the touch of his fingers. "Fuck me." She mumbled. "Do it, fuck me Marcus." She purred and glanced over at the phone that was now ringing. None other than Chance expecting business from her husband.

Marcus peeled slightly away from his beloved to glance at the phone. "Motherfucker...." He mumbled. His left hand extended sidewise to silence the phone, although he wound up answering. "This better be good." He snapped into the line, shamelessly breathless.

"I need you to go and put a gun to one of our customers, he's been missing over one thousand." Chance told him immediately. "After you're finish doing whatever the hell you're doing."

Haylee rolled her eyes and crossed her arms waiting for him to return his attention.