We had things too great. I never knew a more special feeling in my life and now I only know sorry for the loss of that feeling. I let my own insecurities and fears take that from me. How could I deserve such a special person and how could she really love me. Those were the thoughts that lead to the problems we have now. Together we are trying to work through them though only time will heal the pain caused with my hurt and anger. I still struggle with the feelings that she could not love the real me: the real me that no one has ever really loved. No one has ever wanted me unless they were getting something out of me. What a God awful mistake: now that feeling is so broken I doubt that it will ever come back. If she only knew how sorry I was for falling apart and hurting her maybe things would be different maybe they will be again someday.
Sometimes it gets so frustrating that everything is just how she wants it with no compromise. What to do about that I don't know. I know I am not allowed to make demands or stand up to her. I just hope that things will improve but she is ok with things are they are or so I thought.
How I miss those mornings where I touched her and felt my heart skip a beat and now I touch her and she runs from the bed. Trouble between us started with me being loud and angry. I stood up and that was not allowed. Now I am left with my memories. Now I am being punished for that outburst. I live with my memories of slow passionate love making; memories of heat and sweat and breathless abandon. How I miss those moments but they live in my heart and mind. She surprises me though this morning. She stays and kisses my arm as I stroke her supple breasts.
My arms wrapped around her and my body pressed to her I kiss her neck as I stroke her nipples. Silently we both slept in that position: memories of an earlier night play in my mind and I feel my excitement grow. I stoke her softly and feel her start to stir. I kiss her neck down her shoulder: her eyes flutter as her lips part. I kiss them gently. She begins to wake and kiss me back. I take her in my arms and kiss her again and she wraps her arms around me taking my hair in her fisted hand.
"You are being a bad boy and playing unfair." She whispers then kisses my arm again.
She then kisses me back passionately.
'Morning love.' I say with a deep rasp in my voice.
You mumble 'Morning, now slow down boy' and kiss me again.
We hug each other kissing deeper and with more heat each time. My lips part and I slide my tongue between her lips and feel meet tongue meet mine. I moan softly as our tongues dance a seductive dance around each other.
She then pulls back and looks at me laughing softly.
"Is someone horny?" she asked lifting one brow.
"I love you." I whisper.
"And that means you start this without asking." She says.
I know where this is leading and I get more aroused. My hand slides up her side again to her breasts and cups one in the palm. My fingers seek her nipple and tenderly roll it between them. I hear her moan and kiss her lips again, taking her moan within me. I move my hand to the other breast and move my head down to take her nipple into my mouth. My tongue playfully flicks the nipple nestled in my mouth. Her skin tastes like honey as I lick the nipple in a slow concentric motion.