Last night husband and I were laying in bed. It was very hot. I snuggled up to him as much as the temperature would comfortably allow and we lazed. And then we kissed. And kissed some more. Finally, I felt sleep coming to me. I rolled over and snuggled into my pillow. He let his hand drift over my ass and down my thighs which caused me to shriek and curl away from him thanks to my ticklish reaction.
"None for me tonight, eh?" He sighed "but I have an erection. Oh, well."
I laughed and ignored him. But my brain couldn't wrap itself around the idea that I'd be so bitter about not getting to have sex with him and then one of the super rare times that he comes to me I'm too hot and tired to take him up on it. Finally I got out of bed and took care of a few minor issues associated with my period and not being particularly horny. When I returned to bed I crawled up on my hands and knees and told him I was ready.
No real foreplay. No preliminaries. Just fucking. He slid into me fully and held still a moment. I moaned. And then we began to move. As he thrust in and out of me, despite my non-turned-on state I found myself moaning as his cockhead rubbed my g-spot. The dogs were running around the bed. At one point he called one of them back up on the bed since he's not trustworthy and must be watched at all times. I don't remember the dog ever leaving the bed. I was getting seriously turned on.
In my fantasy my husband had grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling me back on his cock, tugging my hair. Not painfully but forcefully, riding me. I could hear him muttering to me about me being his little bitch. I could feel his hands smack my ass as he fucked me, intensifying the sensations. Never hurting. Over and over the scene ran through my head as I got lost in the feeling of my husband's cock in me.
Finally, he stopped, "are you anywhere near cumming? ...because I'm having some trouble. I don't think I'm going to cum."
I considered. It was possible that I could. I hadn't really been trying physically, just enjoying the ride. "Let me see..." So he went back to fucking me and I began rubbing my clit. I arched my hips in a way that he doesn't much care for so he was rubbing me exactly the way I like it and I came within about two minutes flat. And incredible orgasm that lasted forever, my cries coming in waves surprising even me with the intensity. Afterward he moved away "I was about to give up on you because I could barely reach with the way you were angled." Of course, if he'd stopped TRYING to "reach" I wouldn't have had to angle so much, now would I? I digress.
We lay next to each other, my head hanging off the bed, my body laying weirdly across the pillows. And I laughed. I laughed and felt dizzy and almost cried with joy.
One of the best orgasms ever. And I told him so. "It wasn't so much the sensation of the orgasm... just that it was with YOU." And then I added "you know, I think that may be the first time I've ever cum and you haven't. Weird."
Hot and sweatier than ever I took a shower. He followed shortly after. And then blissful sleep.
1 comment:
I don't comment much because I almost feel like I'd say the same thing over and over, so here's my one shot.
I know EXACTLY where you are coming from on the issue of incompatible sex drives and your feelings of rejection (see this old post of mine for example http://mbl.diary-x.com/journal.cgi?entry=20030715).
In my case, the sex was just one example of how incompatible we were in many ways, and why we eventually decided we made much better friends than spouses.
IMHO it is virtually unavoidable that this will continue to be a huge source of problems for you two. One or both of you will always feel like you are the ones compromising your happiness to make peace with the other. I must admit, I am pessimistic that you will be able to reach a middle ground, but I'm jaded by my own experience - what can I say.
I'll keep my fingers crossed for you.
mbl
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