One of those nights

Its one of those nights. One of those nights where I wish that I had a man sitting at home. I would open the door. He would say \"Hey babe, how was you\'re night?\" I wouldn\'t answer. I would silently make my way to the couch where he sat. He would be watching the tv, flipping though the channels, trying to find something to entertain himself with, before gibing up and heading off to bed. Our bed. I would move the coffee table out to my way and he would look at me wondering for a moment what I was doing then, go back to channel surfing, that is till I drop to my knees in front of him. I would undo his zipper, quickly, before he could say a word and pull is soft member out. Effortlessly I would take him all into my mouth, without having to deep throat him, and trail my tongue all around him. He would gasp in shock at the sudden sensation of my mouth on him. He would drop the remote to the ground. It would clatter loudly, the batteries popping out of the back and rolling underneath the couch. His hands, rough and calloused from hard work out grasp my head, silently begging me to continue on this sudden asult on his person. I would lift my head ever so slightly, letting the length of him slip out of my hot mouth before pulling him back in with a sucking force. I would feel him harden in my mouth and I would smile, knowing that I had him, he was mine. I would feel the veins on the surface rush to life with blood, feel the heat that they transported. I\'d gently drag the edge of my teeth up the length of him before soothing it as licked my way back down.
His hands would tighten in my hair, gripping it with the painful force that he knows I love. He would decide that the slow, agonizing, pace of my mouth was too little for him and he would take control. Using his grip in my hair he would determine the speed, while I wrapped one warm, soft, small hand around the base of him, knowing now that he was erect that I could no longer take all of him in. He would pull and push my head up and down up and down, coming closer and closer. I would hear him breathing quicken, his grunts and groans would be beautiful in my ears. I was the cause of his pleasure.
With each forceful bob of my head he would get closer to his end. His tactic would change, he would need more. I would flatten my tongue as he again, used his painful yet pleasure full pull on my hair to force me to take him all. To deep throat him. Now, now he could cum. Now he could expel his hot seed deep in my mouth, down my throat. I would feel him twitching in my mouth. His moans and grunt becoming more. And just as he was to climax, I would pull away. Several strands of my thick, wavy brown hair would be left in his fits. He would look up at me like a wild man. His intense eyes starring at me as I raised to my feet. I would look at him and see the sweat trickle down the side of his face. I would glance at his straining member and then meet his eyes again with a smirk. That would break him. He would leap off the couch at me and lift me up and over his shoulder. Carrying me off the bedroom to finish what I started.
The door would be kicked shut behind us.
The only thing that would be heard for the rest of the night would be cries, moans and screams, and the slamming of the headboard into the wall.

The next day he would come home from a hard days work. Shower and then sit on the couch to relax till I arrived home at 9pm. He would curse looking for the remote. Lifting couch cushions and pillows.
Suddenly it would catch his eye on the floor. He would get down, on hands and knees and reach under the couch for the batteries. He would wonder how in the world they got there. Then it would hit him. The events of last night would come flashing back at him and the blood would rush straight to his dick.
He would sit on the couch and think of me and all the things he\'ll do to me the second I walk through the door.
Sit and think, with his member hard and straining.