I lay stiffly in the bed, careful not to brush against Nathan. As upset as he was, there was no way he would want to touch me. After a few minutes of fiddling on my phone to keep up appearances, I shut it down, set it on the nightstand and closed my eyes.
In the dark, I began to think of the times and ways I have been unfaithful to Nathan. I imagined him finding out, the betrayal that would wash over his face. Then the anger that would invade, poisoning the love. And worst of all, the hurt. And then the cold, frosty way he would forever look at me. Life without Nathan. That’s what I contemplated. Over and over my heart clenched, breaking at the thought.
Sometime later I felt a hand on my breast. He must have brushed against me in his sleep, I thought. I lay very still. But the hand moved. Suddenly my nipple was between his thumb and finger, being pinched and pulled. I was shocked. Nathan has never been rough on my nipples.
He continued with the torment, as I attempted to lay still, but it felt too good, this new mix of pleasure and pain from the man I love. Sharp intakes of breath on the hardest pinches gave me away. My brain fumbled to grasp what was happening.
Why was he touching me? And more importantly, why like this?
Nathan rolled to the side and while still toying with my breasts drove a hand under my panties and onto my mound. With impatient movements he ripped the sheer garment from my body. I lifted my hips, meeting his plundering hand with a moan. Fast and urgent his fingers worked, pulling an orgasm from me in seconds.
Still I had not touched him. The assumed rejection I expected to face had kept me paralyzed. But as I flinched my hand brushed against his member. It was hard. Relief washed over me and I gripped it simply by reflex. The throbbing cock in my hand was in no way rejecting me.
To further confirm that, Nathan was on top of me the next second. It was as if my touch had unleashed him. My channel, wet from orgasm, felt him push and then plunder. One arm slid under my shoulder and gripped me close. The other hand palmed my breast roughly.
His breathing quickened and I clenched in anticipation of his orgasm, but it didn’t come. Instead he thrust deeper and harder, his mouth coming down on mine. In the past I’ve only received gentle kisses from Nathan, but not then. His lips pressed hard then opened, allowing his teeth to graze against my soft flesh.
All of my body felt invaded by him. His fingers dug into my breast, his tongue penetrated my mouth and his thick hardness pounded deep inside my well. The way he claimed me… It overwhelmed. I arched against him, pouring out an orgasm.
He released the breast he had been squeezing to the point of bruising and brushed the damp locks of hair off my sweaty brow. And then, braced on his elbows, he framed my face with his hands as he continued to fuck me relentlessly.
“I love you,” I whispered. But it came from a place so deep within me it felt like a scream.
“I love you,” he breathed into my hair.
I came again at his words, rocking my hips against him, my only thought his pleasure. Where had this been? In all the time we had been intimate, never was it like this. This was what I wanted. This man who was possessing all of me with his body, with his passion. I didn’t know he had this in him.
It seemed as if he was letting out his anger and frustration at me for saying I had been flirting with other men with each ram of his cock. And at the same time, claiming me as his own. The moan that escaped when he finally came sounded otherworldly. He collapsed in a sweaty heap upon me. Tenderly I ran my fingertips over his back while he lay still. I was literally holding everything I had to lose.
We fell asleep like that, him still inside me. I’m not sure when we shifted positions, but when I woke in the night we both lay face down on our respective sides of the bed, our pinky fingers hooked together.
This happened Sunday night. Not a word has been said about the lie he doesn’t know was a lie, the one that started all this. But what is not a lie is that I have no interest in sleeping with Jack on our business trip. A trip he expects to be filled with two nights of crazy monkey sex.
I’m realizing that I don’t understand Nathan nearly as well as I thought I did. Me saying I was flirting obviously upset him. But he never said a word about it. If anyone has any insight into this I would love to hear your thoughts.