MUMUS: Watching You
Note: No plot to this one really... just some good old fashion chaylor lovin'
Username: Julia (requested via NBY)
Couple: Chad & Taylor
Rating: M
Quote: "I didn't know you CAN count that high"
Random Stuff:
- reggae club music
Chad Danforth smiled as he climbed up the stairs to the apartment he shared with his wife of three months. He could hear the beat Reggae club music as he neared the door and shook his head as he unlocked the door.
After entering the apartment, he hung his coat on the coat rack and kicked off his shoes then went to find her. He followed the cord and sound of the vacuum cleaner, finding her in their room dance-pushing the vacuum cleaner wearing her short workout shorts and sports bra.
He leaned against the door frame for several minutes watching her sway her hips and knew that she knew that he was watching when she started rolling her belly like a belly dancer.
Pushing off the door frame, he went to her, wrapping his arms around her waist then kissed her neck. “He’ mommy,” he whispered against her ear.
“Not your mommy,” she said unable to form a proper sentence due to him kissing the exposed skin of her neck and shoulder.
She felt like putty in his hands as he turned her towards him and away from the vacuum cleaner. She grabbed for his muscular shoulders when he kissed the bare skin between her bra and her shorts. He left a trail of saliva as he worked his way down to the waistband of her shorts. Her grip on his shoulders tightened when he moved his hands to her inner thighs.
Just as quickly as his actions had started, they stopped and he stood up, looking towards the door. It was then that the lack of noise reached Taylor’s brain. What had happened to the music and the vacuum cleaner?”
“Taylor?” They heard a voice call. “Chad?”
“It’s Gabriella,” Taylor whispered to Chad before calling to her friend, “Hold on.” She grabbed a clean t-shirt from the pile of laundry on the bed and pulled it over her head before exiting the bedroom. “What’s up?”
“I saw the front door open and I got worried,” Gabriella said. “Is everything ok?”
“Uh huh, yup,” Taylor nodded.
“You sure? You seem flus-” Gabriella paused. “I interrupted something, didn’t I?”
“Uh, yeah,” they heard Chad call from the bedroom.
“I’ll, uh, let myself out,” Gabriella giggled nervously. “Sorry.”
Taylor followed her friend to the door and locked it after Gabriella was outside. She turned the music the music back on and plugged the vacuum cleaner back in before going back to the bedroom.
“Chad!” Her jaw dropped not because he was lying on the bed naked with a big grin playing on his face, but because he had tossed all of the clothes that had been folded neatly on the bed, into a basket. “I can’t believe you.”
“What?”
“These clothes were folded.”
“I know and I’m sorry, I’ll help fold everything again.”
“You could have just put them away.”
He climbed off the bed and came to her, turning the vacuum cleaner off as he passed it. “I’m sorry, Tay,” he caressed her cheek. “I guess I got wrapped up in all the excitement of finally being home after nearly thirty thousand seconds of being away.”
“Thirty thousand seconds?” She gasped when she felt his other hand slip between her legs again. “I didn’t know you can count that high, I mean could.” She closed her eyes as he slid his hand into her shorts. “Oh God, Chad.”
He backed her up until she was leaning against the closet door then lowered his lips to hers. She threw her arms over his shoulders and breathed heavily against his lips as his fingers danced teased her womanhood.
Pulling away from her completely, Chad grinned as her eyes fluttered open and she gave him a look of questioning. He grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head followed by her sports bra, dropping both items onto the ground. His mouth went straight to her full breasts; licking, sucking and nipping at each nipple until it was red and tender. Then he kissed down her body to the waistband of her shorts and paused, for a second to look up at her blissful face, but lowering her shorts and her panties down her legs.
She grabbed two fists full of his curly locks when he slid his tongue over her sensitive folds. She moaned as he brought her very close to the brink before standing up. All it took was a looked from her lust glazed her eyes and he picked her up, set her on the bed and slid his manhood into her.
Their bodies moved with the beat of the music playing loudly in the background. She came first, crying out his name, and he followed a few thrusts later. He laid down on the bed next to her, wrapping his arm around her waist.
“I hate you,” she muttered.
“Why? Because it get you so hot and bothered you can’t think straight?”
“Something like that,” she smiled and grabbed his hand when he started to move it towards her womanhood. “Not uh, mister, you promised to help me fold clothes and -”
He cut her off by kissing her hard on the mouth.
Then he pulled away and climbed off the bed. He grabbed his boxers of the floor and winked in her direction, “I’ll be in the kitchen making dinner.”
She blinked and he was gone. She climbed off the bed, pulled on her panties and a long shirt before she followed him to the kitchen. She leaned against the door frame and laughed when he imitated the belly dance she had done earlier.
When he held out his hand, she took it and he spun her into his arms.
“I love you,” he smiled.
“I love you, too,” she kissed his lips. “Especially since you get me so hot and bothered I can’t think straight.”
“Don’t tempt me,” he smirked. “Especially on an empty stomach.”
“Well, then, start cooking and I’ll go clean up the mess you made,” she swatted his behind before leaving the room with a sexy little walk, knowing his eyes were following every step she took.
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Username: Julia (requested via NBY)
Couple: Chad & Taylor
Rating: M
Quote: "I didn't know you CAN count that high"
Random Stuff:
- reggae club music
Chad Danforth smiled as he climbed up the stairs to the apartment he shared with his wife of three months. He could hear the beat Reggae club music as he neared the door and shook his head as he unlocked the door.
After entering the apartment, he hung his coat on the coat rack and kicked off his shoes then went to find her. He followed the cord and sound of the vacuum cleaner, finding her in their room dance-pushing the vacuum cleaner wearing her short workout shorts and sports bra.
He leaned against the door frame for several minutes watching her sway her hips and knew that she knew that he was watching when she started rolling her belly like a belly dancer.
Pushing off the door frame, he went to her, wrapping his arms around her waist then kissed her neck. “He’ mommy,” he whispered against her ear.
“Not your mommy,” she said unable to form a proper sentence due to him kissing the exposed skin of her neck and shoulder.
She felt like putty in his hands as he turned her towards him and away from the vacuum cleaner. She grabbed for his muscular shoulders when he kissed the bare skin between her bra and her shorts. He left a trail of saliva as he worked his way down to the waistband of her shorts. Her grip on his shoulders tightened when he moved his hands to her inner thighs.
Just as quickly as his actions had started, they stopped and he stood up, looking towards the door. It was then that the lack of noise reached Taylor’s brain. What had happened to the music and the vacuum cleaner?”
“Taylor?” They heard a voice call. “Chad?”
“It’s Gabriella,” Taylor whispered to Chad before calling to her friend, “Hold on.” She grabbed a clean t-shirt from the pile of laundry on the bed and pulled it over her head before exiting the bedroom. “What’s up?”
“I saw the front door open and I got worried,” Gabriella said. “Is everything ok?”
“Uh huh, yup,” Taylor nodded.
“You sure? You seem flus-” Gabriella paused. “I interrupted something, didn’t I?”
“Uh, yeah,” they heard Chad call from the bedroom.
“I’ll, uh, let myself out,” Gabriella giggled nervously. “Sorry.”
Taylor followed her friend to the door and locked it after Gabriella was outside. She turned the music the music back on and plugged the vacuum cleaner back in before going back to the bedroom.
“Chad!” Her jaw dropped not because he was lying on the bed naked with a big grin playing on his face, but because he had tossed all of the clothes that had been folded neatly on the bed, into a basket. “I can’t believe you.”
“What?”
“These clothes were folded.”
“I know and I’m sorry, I’ll help fold everything again.”
“You could have just put them away.”
He climbed off the bed and came to her, turning the vacuum cleaner off as he passed it. “I’m sorry, Tay,” he caressed her cheek. “I guess I got wrapped up in all the excitement of finally being home after nearly thirty thousand seconds of being away.”
“Thirty thousand seconds?” She gasped when she felt his other hand slip between her legs again. “I didn’t know you can count that high, I mean could.” She closed her eyes as he slid his hand into her shorts. “Oh God, Chad.”
He backed her up until she was leaning against the closet door then lowered his lips to hers. She threw her arms over his shoulders and breathed heavily against his lips as his fingers danced teased her womanhood.
Pulling away from her completely, Chad grinned as her eyes fluttered open and she gave him a look of questioning. He grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head followed by her sports bra, dropping both items onto the ground. His mouth went straight to her full breasts; licking, sucking and nipping at each nipple until it was red and tender. Then he kissed down her body to the waistband of her shorts and paused, for a second to look up at her blissful face, but lowering her shorts and her panties down her legs.
She grabbed two fists full of his curly locks when he slid his tongue over her sensitive folds. She moaned as he brought her very close to the brink before standing up. All it took was a looked from her lust glazed her eyes and he picked her up, set her on the bed and slid his manhood into her.
Their bodies moved with the beat of the music playing loudly in the background. She came first, crying out his name, and he followed a few thrusts later. He laid down on the bed next to her, wrapping his arm around her waist.
“I hate you,” she muttered.
“Why? Because it get you so hot and bothered you can’t think straight?”
“Something like that,” she smiled and grabbed his hand when he started to move it towards her womanhood. “Not uh, mister, you promised to help me fold clothes and -”
He cut her off by kissing her hard on the mouth.
Then he pulled away and climbed off the bed. He grabbed his boxers of the floor and winked in her direction, “I’ll be in the kitchen making dinner.”
She blinked and he was gone. She climbed off the bed, pulled on her panties and a long shirt before she followed him to the kitchen. She leaned against the door frame and laughed when he imitated the belly dance she had done earlier.
When he held out his hand, she took it and he spun her into his arms.
“I love you,” he smiled.
“I love you, too,” she kissed his lips. “Especially since you get me so hot and bothered I can’t think straight.”
“Don’t tempt me,” he smirked. “Especially on an empty stomach.”
“Well, then, start cooking and I’ll go clean up the mess you made,” she swatted his behind before leaving the room with a sexy little walk, knowing his eyes were following every step she took.
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