Limeade: a drink made from lime juice and water sweetened with sugar. Encourages turning sourness and difficulty into something positive.

Lemonade: a drink made from lemon juice and sweetened water.
Encourages turning sourness and difficulty into something positive.

Poetry, as well as music, are important to the plot. Aida has NO face claim. She's whoever you want her to be... Why? Because this may or may not be turned into its own book AGAIN. 

Beyoncé made Lemonade, and I'm making Limeade.

🚩📢If you are uncomfortable reading and/or watching the 50 Shades series- LEAVE because I don't wanna hear any complaints later!🚩📢🚩

Date: March 21, 2014

Aida (Pronounce eye•E•dah/ Like the opera.) walked up the pavement of her and her husband Donald's large Greek revival-styled home with their five-year-old almost six-year-old son, Ocean, and newly three-year-old daughter, Jade. Aida noticed open windows. Ignoring it, she unlocked it and then opened the door. Her kids walked inside, yapping about to one another while taking off their jackets.

Aida got a deep whiff of something burning. It hit her throat, so she knew it was still fresh. She hung her keys up, and set the food and her papers on a nearby table. Aida's high heels clicked against the wooden floor able to be heard by her husband who's currently in the kitchen. She followed the scent into the kitchen to be greeted by her husband who was in the kitchen, cooking. Cooking?

"Uhh, what're you doing?" She questioned her husband.

"I'm making us dinner." He replied coolly.

"I smell how that went." She chuckled under her breath. "What'd you burn?"

He smiled at her for the first time in a long time. "I tried to come up with my own dish. You know, I was thinking of a cookbook. Fried mashed potato eggs." He moistened his lips.

"Mashed potato cakes?" She rose her eyebrows. "But with eggs..." Her face scrunched up.

"No, I mean putting oil at the bottom of a pot and pouring in mashed potatoes. They were too watery and caught on fire. The whole water and oil thing didn't click until it did."

Aida shook her head at her husband, laughing. "Well, I'm glad you're alright."

She briefly pecked his cheek, but her eyes caught a glimpse of something. It was the burnt pot in the sink. Aida went to it and picked it up laughing.

"Wow! Really, Don?" She said in pure disbelief.

"What!? I told you it caught on fire!" He said laughing.

"A damn shame. Why didn't you just call chef?" Aida asked Donald.

"I wanted to surprise everyone."

She tilted her head forward. "With fried and let's not forget watery mashed potatoes?"

"Look, don't talk shit about my cookin' when yo ass can't even cook shit." He told her.

"Neither can you." She pointed.

"But I didn't try to trick you into thinkin' I could." He smiled.

"EIGHT years ago. It was in the PAST." She laughed.

"I know, but you tricked me for half of our relationship stage. I still don't understand how I didn't realize it until almost a whole ass year." He shook his head.

Aida opened the refrigerator, grabbing a bottle of water. "Rick James once said, I go by the name of Slick Rick." She drank some of the water.

"Don't be TOO slick now!" He said Tina Marie's line while pointing at her with both index fingers.

Aida put the bottle down with twisted lips. "Luckily I brought food home tonight! Your mother made it." She spoke, changing the subject.

Donald fell over the counter dramatically. "My mama biscuits! Not my mama biscuits!?"

"I'm not sure, but it's on the table closest to the door." She replied.

Donald zoomed out of the kitchen to be greeted by their kids who when they saw him, jumped all around and on him.

"Hey." He picked them both up, hugging them and kissing their cheeks.

"Hi, dada." His daughter spoke.

"Hello, Daddy." His son spoke.

"You had fun at grandma and grandpa's house?" He asked them, putting them back down.

"Yes. We made cookies but Jade kept making a mess and eating the flour. Gran- grandma laughed and then-" Ocean went on and on, but Donald tuned him out once he spotted the bag that his wife spoke of.

He walked to, putting the bag up to his nose. Sure enough, he could smell his mother's biscuits. Donald doesn't know what it is his mother does to those biscuits, especially because he knows nothing about cooking, but whatever it is, it's working and had been ever since he could remember.

"- and THEN, she tried to eat MY cookies too AFTER she ate hers. Jade slobbered all of them like a dog. It was nasty, but I still ate them because that's my sister and we have the same blood. Right, daddy?" Ocean finished.

Donald turned around, moving the bag from his nose. He looked like a cocaine head, it was like he was sniffing cocaine prior, but in reality, it was his mother's biscuits. "Yeah." He said as a response to his son. "Go wash your hands, then you can come to eat." He told his son, picking up his daughter. "And don't be playing in the water either."

"But daddy, I wasn't finished speaking," Ocean said frustrated.

"You weren't?" Donald asked him. "Finish was you were sayin' then."

"Okay, where was I?" Ocean said tapping the side of his cheek in deep thought.

"Jade slobbered all of your cookies." He replied to his son.

"Thank you, daddy! I remember now! So after she ate my cookie, grandma let us go outside. We had fun. I saw a toad and picked it up, but He jumped out because I didn't hold him tight enough. I was only able to hold him for only three seconds so my hands are still clean. That means that don't have to wash them. Right, daddy?" Ocean asked his father.

"No, go wash yo hands." He told his son.

Ocean sighed heavily, dropping his head. "Daddy, I wasn't finished."

Donald chuckled. "What else?"

"Mommy came and picked us up, SILLY!" Ocean said then ran off to the bathroom.

"With soap!" Donald yelled loud enough for his son to hear.

Donald put the bag down and followed Ocean just in case, but also to wash his daughters' hands. He doesn't know what they were playing with outside. He doesn't want either of them coming up sick. When Donald entered the bathroom, he saw dirty water dripping from his son's hands and him about to dry them.

"Nope. I said with soap." Donald told his son. "You gotta scrub, son. You know better."

Ocean giggled, squirting the soap into his tiny palm. "Why didn't you say so, silly!?" He giggled louder.

"I did, silly!" Donald playfully pushed his son's head back.

After Donald watched Ocean wash his hands with soap, wash his own hands as well as his daughters, he made his way to the dining room where his wife was setting up the plates and baby booster. Donald sat Jade in her booster next to where he knew Aida would be sitting and sat his son in his normal seat. His only reason is that he isn't willing to share his food with his daughter, unlike other times. It's his mother's biscuits!

"Don't burn my mama's biscuits, Aida!" He yelled to his wife.

Aida walked into the dining room with her hand on her hip. "I can WARM-UP and prep food, I just can't cook it, smartass." Aida can't cook, but she has been practicing.

"Yes, I am smart. How do you think I'm where I am now?" He chuckled.

"Oh, hush. They pushed yo slow ass through school." She waved her hand at him laughing, joking of course.

"The way you pushed me on the playground when we were kids?" He chuckled.

Aida walked away from her husband. Donald and Aida went to the same elementary and middle school but parted ways in high school. They weren't really friends of each other, just people that would briefly converse. Some people would call those types of relationships around the way. The definition of that phrase can vary from person to person.

The married couple ended up meeting each other again in their twenties living in close proximity to one another. Again, they built an around-the-way friendship as they had before. The more they saw each other, the more intriguing they became to each other. They wedded after two years of the dating and relationship phase. Two years later came Ocean. Nearly three years after that came Jade.

After Jade was born, the married couple decided that was it and they are both taking birth control. (Male birth control is NOW a thing with NO side effects. No guys can complain about getting trapped now!🤣) Both pregnancies were hell for Aida, though she loves her children dearly. Her body wasn't used to the weight and her health was failing with each and every pregnancy she's ever had. All were high risk for her and her fetuses.

Ocean's name came about due to where he was conceived. While he wasn't conceived in or near the ocean, he was conceived near water nevertheless. Water was just not a name option due to its tackiness. Jade got her name from it being the stone color of her astrology sign which is Capricorn.

Jade came back into the dining room with the food just as Donald stood up. "I made some Kool-Aid earlier HOPEFULLY, it's cold. Shit, it should be." Donald crossed his fingers, standing up.

"Ice is always an option! It'd reduce the sugar and cavities." Aida told her husband.

Aida was raised by a dentist but is a personal trainer who also does tases around tax time, while Donald is an actuary. So they're both maths people. Donald and Aida are only seven months apart, Aida being the oldest of the two. Her being pregnant was also getting in the way of her personal income as a trainer. Pregnancy was hell for her in so many aspects.

Donald came back to the dining room with the pitcher of red-flavored Kool-Aid. "It's cold. Thank God." He sat down.

They allowed Ocean to say grace. "I thank God for money, daddy, Jade, my grandmas, and grandpas. I think God for me and Jade having the same blood so I was able to eat my cookies today. I thank Grandma for making the cookies and letting me help her make them. I DON'T appreciate you letting me know daddy was coming while I was washing my hands, but that's okay God. I still love you, BUT please give me a hint next time. Aman!" Ocean finished.

"Aman!" The parents said in sync, right along with Jade.

"So you DID hear daddy tell you to use soap?" Donald asked his son.

"Mmm-mm." Ocean shrugged his shoulders.

"Yeah, you did." Aida laughed fixing her plate.

"Right, I was yo age before, so I know what's up." Donald chuckled at his son.

"What age?" Ocean asked him.

"Ocean, how old are you?" Donald asked his son.

Ocean replied, "Five."

"Yes, and I said your age, correct?" Donald questioned.

"Yes." He replied.

"Then that means, I was five before, Ocean."

"No, you weren't. You're old, daddy!" Ocean giggled.

"Maybe your mother, but not I. Daddy ain't old. Mommy is older than I am." He smiled at his wife.

"Mommy isn't much older than daddy. Daddy's just clowning, but you, Ocean won't think I'm old once YOU become my age. I'm young." Aida said putting the spoon down.

"NOW!" Jade yelled at her mother, putting her cup down and reaching for her mother's plate.

"Hold up. Ain't no child of mine about to be rushing me. Calm down, little girl." Aida told her daughter.

Aida would've made Jade a plate, but she wouldn't even touch it. Like most babies, Jade loves other people's plates, even when it's the same food. Then it hit Aida as she looked at her husband.

"You purposely sat her next to me." She spoke.

"I mean... You ain't lyin', so what's your point?" Donald said making their son's plate.

Aida rolled her eyes at him with a squint, picking up the spoon for her daughter.

"It's my mama biscuits, Aida," Donald said once again.

"You Mama's biscuits are just Pillsbury Doughboy's. Stop being so dramatic." Aida replied.

"No..." He trailed off. "I SAW my mama making it as a child. Well, buttering them with the seasoned butter."

"Exactly. She just buttered them."

"Don't ruin my childhood, Aida," Donald said shoving some of his mother's biscuit into his mouth.

"You're old!" Ocean screamed laughing.

"Tell him, Ocean." Aida smiled.

"You're old, daddy!" He repeated.

"And tell you, he will." Donald chuckled knowing that his son can sometimes talk too damn much.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Ocean eyed his father.

"Nothin'," Donald said with a full mouth.

"So what're you doing home so early?" Aida asked her husband.

"Mm, just got lucky, I guess." Donald shrugged. "Plus I wanted to get home to prepare my idea before I forgot it."

"I wish you had forgotten it. Almost burned the house down. That pot is going in the trash, Donald Junior." Aida said feeding her daughter.

"Why, Aida Bartholomew?" He asked her. "All we gotta do is wash it."

Aida hates her middle name. Her parents name her after Bartholomew, one of Jesus' apostles according to the new testament. Instead, they changed the a to and e. Either way, she hates the name, it just doesn't fit her. What were her parents thinking? However, her first name is beautiful. Even the meaning is beautiful.

"That's a nonstick pot. It was on fire and the coating will ONLY come off through scrubbing. Even if it does soak, the pot is black and it was nowhere near before. Chef wouldn't want to use it anyways. I'm not tryna have our kids develop cancer from eating pot coating. Neither do I want us to," She replied.

"But mommy, I already have cancer," Ocean replied.

"No, you don't. You ARE a Cancer." Donald shook his head.

Ocean looked at his father curiously. "What does that mean?"

"It's an astrology sign. Astrology just means when the stars align in the sky. It represents when you were born." Aida told their son.

"June 24th?"

Aida nodded. "Yes, baby."

Jade banged her hand on the table impatiently once more. "Food!"

Donald laughed. "Better you than me."

"Don't get big-headed now. I can ALWAYS seat her beside you. It's not too late." She said feeding her daughter more food. "How come you didn't pick up the kids from your mother's then?"

"The same answer that I previously said," Donald replied.

"Mommy, Jade talks too much. Right?" Ocean asked his mother.

The parents looked at each other with knowing looks. "Jade?" Donald said thinking out loud with his octaves changing as he spoke.

Jade turned to her father. "What!?" She loudly spoke.

"These children, man." Donald shook his head to himself.

"No, Ocean. Jade doesn't talk too much, she's just LOUD." Aida replied to their son.

"Unlike her big brother," Donald said sipping some Kool-Aid.

(Happy birthday homie.) "Who me?" Ocean said pointing to himself. (Let me stop. That movie is too darn ghetto. 😂)

"Unless one of us has other kids, then YES you, Ocean." Aida chuckled.

"But what does he mean?" Ocean asked his mother then turned to hai father. "What does that mean, daddy? Of course, I'm her big brother and she's my baby sister."

"Of course." Donald nodded. Shoving more food into his mouth.

"Mommy? Daddy? This shit tastes good!" Ocean said putting more food into his mouth.

The married couple wanted to laugh so bad due to him saying it with so much confidence and emphasis but refrained. They turned away from their son silently laughing. Donald faced his son.

"You don't say words like that. You hear me? You know that's a bad word." Donald pointed in his son's face.

"Why? You say it all the time. If it's so bad, then why do you use it?" Ocean questioned.

"Because I said-"

Aida cut her husband off because she doesn't like the whole because I said so response that parents give children. It's redundant. The whole thing seems redundant. Knowing their child, the questions will still be neverending.

"It's profanity- a curse word that sometimes adults use when they can't come up with the correct word. It's ignorant is why." Aida replied to her son.

"So that makes daddy ignorant. Right, mommy?" Ocean asked his mother, then drank some water.

"Sometimes." She nodded. "Sometimes both mommy and daddy- both can be ignorant. Adults make mistakes as well, but I don't want any other of THOSe specific mistakes coming from your mouth, Ocean. You understand?" She asked him.

"Yes, mommy." He nodded.

"I'm glad that you understand." Aida nodded with a smile.

"Daddy, I drank all my water, can I have some juice now?" Ocean asked his father.

"Not yet. You gotta eat your food first." Donald replied.

"But I'm thirsty..." Ocean dragged on.

"You just drank a big cup of water and barely touched your food. Eat." Donald pointed to his son's plate.

"But you're drinking it and I didn't see you with ANY water, daddy," Ocean frowned.

He was right, but-

"That's because I have been drinking water all day, son. I'm sure grandma and grandpa gave you juice, right?" He asked him.

"Yes, but I still didn't SEE you drinking water," Ocean replied, picking at his food.

"I didn't SEE you drinkin' juice either, but I know it," Donald said in response.

Ocean thought about it. "I'm just playing, daddy. I didn't drink ANY juice today. Just water!" He smiled.

Aida looked at her son. "Ocean, you're lying. Lying is bad."

"But mommy-"

"You're lying, Ocean. Wanna know how I know?" Donald asked his son.

"How?"

"Because I called grandma and she told me." Donald lied.

"That and we see your blue tongue. You also told me, remember?" Aida replied to her son.

"Good point!" Ocean nodded wagging his finger at his mother. "I got to learn to shut up!" He chastised himself.

"Oh, my God." Donald laughed at his son. "Son, you don't have to learn to shut up."

"Right, we love to listen to you." Aida agreed.

They did love that their son was talkative and told them everything he and his sister did because that means he's comfortable and they'll most likely know if something bad were to occur.

"That ain't the answer. Just don't lie." Donald told him. "It's not a good habit."

"Okay." He put some food into his mouth.

After being rushed by their daughter and listening to an earful from their son, Donald went to bathe Ocean, while Aida took a shower with their daughter. (She's a baby and her child! Don't be weird y'all!) They moisturized their children's skin before putting them into bed.

"Daddy, I sleep better with Jade next to me. Did you know that?" Ocean asked laying down, looking up at his father.

"Are you asking if Jade can sleep in here?" Donald raised his eyebrows.

"No, I'm asking to sleep in there with Jade. She'll get out of my bed, silly." He giggled.

Donald sighed. They do sometimes allow Ocean to sleep in Jade's bed, but only on weekends. Technically, it's the weekend, it's Friday so he doesn't have school the next day.

"Okay," Donald nodded.

"I can?" Ocean chirped out.

"Yes, BUT only if you guys go straight to sleep." Donald was sure to tell him that.

"Okay!" Ocean jumped up.

"I mean it. I don't wanna hear y'all playing in there." Donald stood up.

His son jumped off the bed and ran to his baby sister's room. "Thank you, daddy!" Donald finally caught up.

"You told him that he can sleep in here?" Aida asked her husband.

"Yes." He nodded. "It's the weekend."

"Yep! So I can. Right, mommy?" Ocean cheesed.

"I guess so." She caved. "I want you guys to go to sleep though." She pointed at him.

"I promise." Ocean nodded then climbed up the wooden barrier of her baby bed.

They would give Jade a big girl bed, but she gets into too much and with her even more dangerous. They once allowed her to sleep in the bed with Ocean, BUT she got out of his bed and made her way to his bedroom bathroom and ended up flooding the tub and bathroom. Jade could have drowned, so they learned their lesson and never did it again. Although at the time, Jade was two, now she's three and they still think more time needs to pass. Ocean lay down beside his babbling sister.

"We need to go to sleep, Jade. Mommy and daddy said NO playing. We can play when we wake up in the morning." He told her.

Aida turned on the white noise, galaxy night light. Donald turned on the camera pointed at the bed, then turned off the room light.

"Go to sleep." Donald reminded them. Jade stood up, watching her parents in the doorway. "Nope, lay yo butt down," Donald spoke to his daughter.

"No, no, no!" She yelled at him. "You do it, dada!"

"Who do you think you talkin' to?" Donald asked his daughter.

"You!" She shouted.

Donald came and picked her up and threw her into the air. "Say it again!" She giggled aloud. "I SAID SAY IT AGAIN!"

Ocean stood up, "she said, YOU-"

"YOU GO LAY DOWN, DADDY!" She repeated with her brother.

"Aye yo, who told you to get up too?" Donald playfully and softly punched Ocean. "Pew!" He made a sound effect while he did and Ocean laughed. "Say somethin' else!" Donald told his son.

"You take your behind to sleep, daddy!" Ocean told his father with authority in his voice.

Donald held Jade up in the air with one arm and lifted his son in the other. They're lightweight. Aida looked up at them all, just admiring them.

"Don't drop my kids," Aida added her two cents.

Donald slammed Ocean into the bed causing him to laugh even more. He then proceeded to slam Jade into the bed, tickling them.

"Daddy, I have to potty!" Ocean screamed.

"Okay," Donald stopped and picked him up out of the bed and onto the floor.

Ocean ran past his mother and to the bathroom. "Wash your hands!" Aida said to her son.

"With soap!" Donald said with a chuckle. "Don't think I won't know either!"

"Let me take her too. She probably has to go as well. You gotta go, mama?" Jade asked her daughter.

Jade is potty trained, somehow Jade was easier to potty train than Ocean. Ocean took a while. Although, they put a pull-up on Jade just in case. Donald potty trained Ocean and it was a hard task.

"Pee-pee!" Jade yelled aloud.

"WHY are you always screaming?" Donald asked his daughter.

"Shhhh. You loud, dada!" Jade said with her finger up to her mouth.

"Me? I'm the loud one, huh?"

"Yeah!" Jade cackled.

"All done, daddy!" Ocean ran back into the room. "Let's play again."

Donald looked at his son. "No, you're going to sleep. Lemme smell those hands first." He sniffed his son's hands. "I smell soap. I hope you didn't pee on the seat either."

"No, daddy. I did like you taught me. Lift the seat, and THEN pee." He nodded proudly.

"Did you wipe?" He asked his son.

"Yes!" He nodded.

"Okay, good." He lifted him into the bed. "When mommy puts Jade in bed, I want y'all to go to sleep. Daddy has to shower." He kissed his son's cheek and his son did the same to his father.

"Goodnight, daddy."

"Goodnight, Ocean."

Donald left his daughter's bedroom, passing his wife and daughter along the way.

"Night night, dada!" Jade told her father.

"Goodnight, baby." He kissed her chubby cheek.

He then made his way to do exactly what he told his son he'd do. Donald got into a much-needed shower, but not before seeing his wife's clothing lying on the floor. Aida had forgotten to put them in the hamper, but to be fair their daughter is a hassle. She's definitely not a dirty woman.

Donald picked up the clothing items getting a strong whiff of her clothing in the process. It was something he hadn't noticed before, specifically an unfamiliar scent. Possibly cologne? Him not smelling it before while he was around her was possibly due to the strong burnt scent. Donald's day was full of exhaustion as well and now this. He put the clothes into the hamper before getting into the hot shower.

Aida put Jade into bed and kissed both of her children goodnight. Her day was also filled with exhaustion. She closed the bedroom door, then plopped into bed. As Aida lay in her bed in a relaxed state, she felt the breeze of the wind from the open window. She got up to close it, then took off her robe, hanging it up. Aida laid back down on the bed horizontally with her legs hanging off of the bed, closing her eyes.

She's so in a relaxed state that she didn't hear her husband enter the room. What she needs is an ice bath. Those are her favorites. Aida turned on her stomach to lie down, inhaling deeply. She smelt the fabric softener mixed with detergent on her sheets. She finally opened her eyes and took notice of something, but Donald climbed on top of her with his heavy ass breathing with his arms on each side of her head.

"Baby?" Donald whispered into her ear.

"Hm?" She replied though she knew what he wanted.

They haven't been sexually intimate in a while. When Aida is in the mood, Donald isn't, and vice versa. Plus, he seems to have trouble getting it to stay up or finish quickly, leaving her without or little to nothing.

"How was your day?" He questioned in a deep, whisper tone.

"Exhausting." She gave him a one-worded response, exhaling.

"And?"

"Sweaty." She gave another one-worded answer. "Yourself?"

"Same." He replied, trailing kisses from her neck all the way down to her back dimple.

It was sort of working for Aida, but- and this is a HUGE BUT- she was afraid of not being satisfied and everything that he was prepping her for going to waste. The couple seems like a happy one, but they have major bedroom issues, especially concerning Donald. At the beginning of their marriage, sex was common. They couldn't keep their hands off each other. Their attraction to one another is still undeniable, especially to those around them. They're both attractive people.

Donald tugged at the waistband of Aida's panty. Aida lifted up allowing him to pull them down her thighs. He did it in such an aggressive manner, but sometimes that's what they did. His sexual alter ego is showing, DeVanté. Whoever he's displaying now, Aida is just hoping that he'd last and she wouldn't have to try to rush hers, because they both seem to have a problem getting it up.

No, DeVanté doesn't have schizophrenia or anything. It's just a sexual thing. Aida has an alter ego as well. They both call her Noni, but Noni isn't nearly as aggressive as DeVanté. He got her panty down to just above her knees due to her position. From below, his fingers made a trail up her back. Aida relaxed her hips on the bed again, but his touch gave her chills that her body began to shiver and her breath got uneven.

She allowed herself to be turned on like a woman's natural instinct when a man that they're attracted to does things, especially when it's their spouse. Their attraction to one another is undeniable outside of the bedroom. But the stress reliever/ bedroom attraction is questioning.

He unstrapped her bra in one swift motion with one hand. Donald hovered over Aida again, flipping her over by the arm. Her torso and head were the only things facing him due to his body hindering her legs from going anywhere. Since her body is twisted, Donald is right up against Aida's booty, hardening. With his hands entangled with hers against the bed, he stared down at her.

"Do you love me?" He asked her.

"Yes, I love you," she said without hesitation, keeping eye contact with him.

A small, but genuine smile spread across his face. It was like his whole face lit up.

"I love you too." He replied looking her in the eyes.

Suddenly, he broke eye contact with his eyes traveling down her face, admiringly. His eyes stared at her full lips. Their hungry lips met like that for the first time in a long time. They both closed their eyes in the heat of the moment. He reached for Aida's bra straps and Aida pulled her arm out of it. They did the same thing with the other one.

Donald lifted up, then slightly pulled away just enough to move Aida's leg to the outside if his. Donald is now positioned between her legs. His hands trailed down her stomach and down her to her heat. Donald's breath became more uneven once he felt how wet his wife had become. He lowered his head down to her chest. His tongue left his mouth and met with her nipples. The tip of his tongue flicked it causing her body slightly jump out of surprise.

Foreplay is something that is also lacking which is why that surprised her. Donald lately has been jumping straight into it, skipping foreplay which also makes it even harder for her to finish. Almost selfish... Donald flicked her left nipple before flipping them over to where Aida is on top.

He loves Aida being on top. He loves for her to be dominant most times in whatever position they choose. In fact, he loves to be dominated more than being dominant. It makes it easier for both of them to get off. Aida sat on top of him, stroking his face. Just admiring her husband and his facial features. She loves the curve of his large lips, his jawline, his wide nose, his crooked bottom row teeth, his perfectly aligned top row teeth... HIM as a whole.

Donald gave Aida a loving stare. He admires her as well. She's the most attractive woman he's ever come across. While Aida aimed at more foreplay, Donald was waiting for Aida to take strip him. He was anticipating it. He wants her to rip open his t-shirt. Her hands rubbed up and down his

"Rip it." He spoke in a gruff voice, which took Aida aback.

Her eyes widened. It wasn't the gruff voice that caught her off guard, no. It was the fact that he told her to rip his shirt. This ain't no DeVanté or Donald, it seems. He's different...

"What?" Aida questioned.

"Rip IT," He repeated.

She didn't want to just rip it, she needed to get herself in the mood for that type of stuff. As kinky as they can get, he has NEVER told her to rip his shirt open. Aida leaned back in to kiss him to get herself riled up enough to rip it. He did allow her to kiss him, but then he spoke again.

"Aida, RIP IT." He spoke again.

She felt so awkward, but she did it. Aida did it as awkwardly as she felt. Donald grabbed her hands, stopping her.

"Do it like you mean it," He told her.

"I can't just do it, I have to get into the groove. Babe, it feels awkward you just telling me."

He nodded, then pulled her close to his face, then lifted himself up. He started the kiss off slow and steady, but it quickly became rough. Rougher than what Aida is used to, but she liked the roughness of the kiss. He kissed her jawline, then trailed back to her lips with his hands rubbing all over her body.

It built up the courage in Aida to rip open his shirt and Donald moaned getting got even more aroused and his heart smiled. Aida felt it and she hasn't felt it this hard in a long time, so the feeling of it up against her got her more aroused as well. The kiss kept going, and Aida put her hands on his waistband. Donald lifted up and she aggressively pulled them down below his waist. He LOVED it so much that he moaned even louder than before. He loved that his wife is doing this.

"MMM." He groaned into the kiss.

He lifted up so she could pull the rest down. She took the hint and did exactly that. Most men would be helpful and kick their draws the rest of the way down. Besides, Aida was been ready. It's just that the whole rip it situation threw her completely off. Donald fell back into the bed, gripping Aida's hands. Donald pushed his hands into the bed with force with hers on top.

She felt what he was doing to himself, but didn't question it. What is going on? Aida did it for him so he wouldn't have to as she slid down on him. Donald's eyes rolled to the back of his head and he didn't even reach orgasm yet. It was a bizarre happening that made him break out into sweats. She began to ride him.

"SHIT." He exhaled once she slid back up.

She was tight and Donald missed it so much. Aida picked her speed to a medium one, but he wanted it harder so he began thrusting upwards, grunting, causing Aida to just stop and enjoy it as her body began to bounce. He watched her breast bounce in his face, he caught one with his mouth. It just happens to be the one he had previously given less attention to.

He hit her spot continuously, moaning, groaning, and slapping her ass. Aida let go of his hands and used his chest as leverage. She had a small orgasm something that had become rare with Donald since it was either little or nothing. Aida called out his name. Her hands loosened in his and his mouth parted from her breast.

"I want you to pick up the pace, Aida. Go harder, baby." He grunted out her name in a way that made her want to do as he said.

Usually, he'd be soft by now, but no... Not this time. Her eyes remained closed and her head hung low as she caught her breath. She nodded in response.

With her hands on his chest, she spoke, "Yes, baby." She breathed.

"Mmm-mm." He shook his head at her, grabbing her hands.

Donald pushed his hands into the bed again, gripping hers. Feeling odd again Aida pushed her weight into his hands, still pulsating around him. He loves the way she wraps around him, especially with her pulsating from an orgasm. Aida began to ride him. She had to start off slow but soon picked up her pace. She went hard, but he needed more.

"Harder."

"Harder?" She put more effort into her pace.

"Y-y-yes, jus-just like- like th-that, baby," He moaned out. Then an even louder moan escaped through his lips "MMM!"

She kept at it, getting the hang of it herself. Her momentum built up as she sped up, and Donald lost it. He was very vocal and so was Aida. They reached a strong orgasm together for the first time in months. It took a while for them to recuperate. When they did, they both opened their eyes again, studying one another. Everything seemed to go back to how it previously was at that very moment. That is until love marks were spotted on unmarked territory, but seen on whom?

📢🚩📢I advise EVERYONE to NOT read any further if they aren't even comfortable with THIS series, possibly turned chapter. This will be a red flag for you to STOP right NOW!📢🚩📢

You tell me, should be turned back into its own book?