Breeze

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A/N: Okay I have a bit to say… First off, I want to say thanks to those who review this and enjoy. I aim to please. Secondly, I just thought I'd let you know that I have two more of these to write and then it's complete! Tear

This chapter is dedicated to Tommy'sMy21- sorry it to so long for me to get to. I'm quite lazy these days…

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Chapter 10- Breakfast at IHOP

"Casey why are we sitting in IHOP at 3:oo in the morning? I do have to be up in oh, 2 damn hours!"

"John you didn't have to come! I said I was going to IHOP, I never said we were going anywhere." I say rolling my eyes at my complaining husband.

"I have this huge case I'm working on! Woman decided to go Loraine Bobbitt on her husband. Only she didn't stop with his genitalia." Oh lord here we go.

"Jonathan Munch I'm trying to eat." I say playfully but with a hint of seriousness.

"No I'm serious. They have these powerful women who fe-"

"John! I don't want to hear it right now." I snap trying to eat my waffle. His dark eyes falter.

"Fine. You never listen to me any damn way." He grumbles taking a bite of his pancakes and managing to get more syrup on than in his mouth. Awww, poor baby. I didn't mean to hurt his feelings.

"Jo-oohn!" I moan licking his face seductively. His eyes widen and he turns his face towards me. I take advantage of the opportunity to kiss him deeply savoring the sweet blueberry syrup along with a taste that is specifically him. Pushing my unfinished plate aside, I straddle his lap and begin to rock over him. His penis going from flaccid to firm in less than a minute.

"CASSANDRA MUNCH!" That warning tone is getting nowhere with me.

"PLEASE?" He begs as I unbutton his jeans.

"I'm sorry baby. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. But I resent that last comment." I say as I stroke him, making him choke on the piece of sausage he'd been trying to chew. Several coughs later, he's able to speak.

"Wh-what comment?" He asks throwing his head back into the cushion of the booth. He bucks into my hand as my ministrations get firmer.

"I always listen to you." I say guiding his hands to my hips with one hand, continuing to stroke him with the other. He scoffs.

"Casey there is a difference between listening and hearing. I think you hear me, not listen to me." He quips sucking on my neck.

"John that's not right. I hear you when you scream my name as you cum, I hear you when you go into your conspiracy theories, but I listen to you when you tell me your dreams, your aspirations, your feelings on us. I say sliding off his lap. He looks at me wide eyed as I reach into my purse and pull out a hair tie. I smile deviously as I bend over and wrap my lips around his manhood.

"Sweet Jesus!" He groans as my hand comes into contact with his ball sac.

"I hear you John." I say as he stiffens in my mouth screaming my name. He waits until I've swallowed him whole to pull me up by my ponytail.

"I can't believe you just did that! We are in public!"

"Yet you sat there and voiced no complaints. I was listening and yup," I cup my ear with my hand and push it forward. "I definitely didn't hear any complaints." I say sarcastically. I snatch his shirt off and throw it to the floor then make quick work of his jeans and boxers.

"CASEY STOP IT!" He frantically whispers trying to grab the tablecloth to offer some form of covering. I look around and make sure the restaurant is the same way it was when we entered. EMPTY. I climb into his lap after I yank off my own shirt and begin to kiss him sensually.

"NOW, I'm not listening to you John." He nods and lets his hands travel up my sides. I throw my head back and lean against the table as he strips me of my bra, my breast on full display to his hungry eyes. He reaches behind me and a second later, I feel something warm and sticky running in between the valley of my breasts. Looking down I see he's poured syrup on me and is currently licking it off in the most seductive way.

"Baby," I pant trying to straighten my upper half. With one swipe of his arm, dishes go crashing to the floor leaving my upper body, the condiments, and napkins on the table. He takes two of his long fingers and tweaks my nipple, his fingers covered in syrup, causing me to scream out in pleasure.

"John, what if someone comes out?" I ask nervously. Between my screams and the crashing dishes, someone is bound to make an appearance.

"I think they're back there sleeping babe, we're clear for take off." He says as he undoes the clasp on my skirt. He inserts two of his syrup-coated fingers into my core and my hips arch off his lap and into his chest as I propel myself backwards onto the table.

"Fuck John!" I moan as his tongue comes in contact with my hyper sensitive core. He strokes me hard and rough with his fingers, pulling my folds with his teeth.

"I'm gonna cum baby!" I scream. I realize if someone were to walk into the dinning area, they'd see the liking of a porn movie. I'm covered in maple syrup lying on the table topless, my skirt hiked up around my waist, thong around my ankle, my husband's face and hand in between my thighs. Oh I forgot to mention he's naked, penis erect against my calf. John doesn't stop his movements, in fact, he picks up his pace.

"Come on Casey, don't make me go this alone." He whispers as he begins to stroke himself as well as me. I feel my toes begin to tingle, and then my legs burn, and before I know it, I'm exploding on John's tongue. I look down in time to see his cum explode from his cock like a volcano in Hawaii.

"Damn John." I mutter as I lye on the table trying to catch my breath. He looks at me winks, and nods. I slide down onto his lap once more and feel him press into me. His lively eyes sparkle with amusement as he kisses me.

"So not only are you warm and tight, you're sticky too." He snickers as he opens my folds with his fingers. I wrap my arms around his neck and suckle on the tender flesh behind his ear.

"You made me that way." I say referring to the stickiness. He smacks my ass.

"And you thoroughly enjoyed it." He moaned rocking my hips over him. In an abrupt flip, I find myself underneath him on the plastic cushion of the booth.

"SHIT!" I scream as he fucks me raw. "John, don't… stop…" I breathe out as his penis gets ingested by my cunt. I feel his ball sac against my thighs, I hear the way our sticky flesh is slapping against each other's. I also feel another orgasm making it way from the base of my toes up. Reaching behind him, I roughly smack his ass, making him yelp then jump within me. He hates it when I do that and I know it.

"Harder…" Slap. "Faster…" Slap. "Deeper." Slap.

"Casey!" He scolds. I give him a toothy grin and do it again. He looks down at me with a glare as the silver chain around his neck brushed my chest. Assuming his ass is tingling I gently caress it to make it better. He begins to slow down in his thrusts but they remain hard and deep.

"Johnny." I whine eliciting a small laugh from him. He's punishing me for smacking his ass. He's going to make me beg for it. "Please go faster." I ask sounding like a child asking for a lollipop. He shakes his head and his thrusts are no longer hard, now they're soft and methodical. I whimper and try to wrap my legs around him ass to get him to pick up his pace. He grabs my thigh and pins it down on the cushion leaving the other dangling on the side.

"Baby come on!" He lifts his lower body and he is now about half way in. I'm screaming in displeasure. He kisses me and halts all movement.

"John if you don't stop teasing me I'm filing for divorce." I warn through a passionate fog. He laughs, full and throaty before he fondles my nipple with his tongue.

"And if you don't stop spanking me I'm going to leave you horny." He warns. Part of me thinks he's serious. I nod and thrust up.

"Fine!" I huff. "Now can you please move?" I beg. He stares at me for a minute and without moving his upper body at all slams into me with enough force to make me go hoarse from screaming. He fucks me relentlessly, not caring how I'm writhing underneath him. With one last downward push, he spills himself inside my pulsating cunt and goes limp. I curse his name as I come down from the clouds.

"Wow."

"Amazing." He whispers and kisses me softly. "Who knew I'd enjoy breakfast at three am?" He snips as he pulls out. I smack his chest lightly and allow him to pull me up off the booth.

"Anytime baby. IHOP is open 24 hours of the day." I say with a grin.