So last night I was not a happy woman. I had been rejected. And I was pissed about it.
Then this morning…
Nathan gently nuzzles my neck with his full lips and carasses my loose breast. I slowly wake and wonder, what does he think he is doing? But I let him continue.
After a long while I ask, “what are you doing?”
“Just cuddling,” he says.
“Well this is nice,” I whisper, hiding the residual anger I still feel from the night before.
His hands get bolder and soon his finger is slowly strumming my clit. And then delving deeping. I’m getting so wet. It’s been ages since we’ve had sex and my body is keening for it.
His hard cock is nudging against my back. I’m so confused. Why is he being like this after last night’a rejection?
“Do you want something bigger than my finger inside you?” he whispers.
“It doesn’t matter if I do. You said no sex until I’m 100% normal.”
“I didn’t say that.”
“Yes. You did. I wanted you. And you pushed me away. You said those exact words. And it hurt my feelings. Badly.”
“I spoke poorly then.”
His admittance of doing anything poorly is rare. So I tilted my head and say, “how so?”
“I just meant no sex until you were 100% well. We don’t know what has been going on with your health and it worries me.”
“You made it sound like there is something wrong with me.”
“Well there is. You fainted. Just yesterday. We don’t know why. I didn’t think you having sex so soon after that would be healthy. I’m worried about you.”
“Well you do a poor job showing it.”
“You’re the one who’s good with words. Not me.”
“True,” I agree.
I don’t know if he will get better at saying what he means. But his cock did feel good this morning.