She came into the house, slamming the door after her run, still full of anger that had yet to be vented. She walked into the bedroom and sat on the floor in front of the bed and stretched her legs and arms. She did a series of sit ups and push ups, sweat running down her face and body, attempting to get frustration out and it wasn't working. She was sitting on the floor chugging water when she heard him come into the bedroom.
He walked in and saw her in her shorts and t-shirt, hair in a ponytail, sweat all over her body, and her breathing heavily. He walked over and sat on the end of the bed and sat near her. He placed his elbows on his knees and clasped his fingers together and sighed.
"How long are you going to stay mad at me?" he said softly.
She swallowed the water in her mouth and looked over at him very disgusted. She got up and threw out the water bottle and went to the closet and opened the door. She toed off her shoes and threw them into the closet. She closed the closet door and pulled off her socks and threw them into the hamper next to the closet. She walked into the bathroom and turned on the light and the fan, preparing for a shower. She walked past him sitting on the bed, pointedly ignoring him and grabbed a towel from the hallway and walked back into the bathroom.
He stood up and followed her into the bathroom taking off his jacket and tie and pulling his shirt from his pants. He stood in the doorway, leaning on the doorframe with his hands in his pants pockets. He watched her pull out her shampoo bottle from the cabinet and slammed it onto the counter. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt and removed it, throwing it on the floor. He then pulled off his shoes and socks and then leaned back against the doorway.
"Are we going to talk about this?" He asked.
She turned to face him and put her hands on her hips and blew her bangs up and out of her face in frustration.
"What is it you want to talk about?" she asked. "I took the day off to be with you and you blew me off. Not much to talk about there." She turned to turn on the water and he grabbed her arm and turned her around to face him. He pulled her to his chest and looked down at her.
"Stop. Let's talk this out. Let me apologize." He whispered, stroking strands of her hair away from her forehead.
She tried to pull away from him but he held her to him and kissed her forehead.
"Stop, you know I'm sweaty." She whispered.
He smiled against her forehead, and leaned down and attempted to kiss her lips but she pulled away from him. Damn, he was going to have to work this time for forgiveness. He ran his hands down her arms, and held her hands in his. He pushed her body with his to the counter that held the sink.
"Stop, I'm sweaty." She whispered as he bent down and licked her neck.
"I like you sweaty." He whispered as he pulled up her t-shirt and threw it on the floor. He dragged his fingers down her breasts and stroked her puckered nipples through her sport bra. He smiled at her and began to pull it up, rolling it and exposing her nipples to the air conditioning. He bent his head and licked one and looked up at her and smiled.
"This doesn't change anything." She whispered. "I'm still mad." She gasped as he took her nipple in his mouth. He sucked it and rolled it against his tongue, tugging on it slightly with his teeth. He let it go and stood up in front of her. He smiled devilishly at her and pulled her bra over her head. He ran his thumbs over her nipples and kissed her lips softly.
"You know I'm still mad." She said against his lips, sucking his tongue into her mouth.
He smiled and pulled her hair out of her ponytail and kissed her deeply. He stroked her tongue with his, and sucked hers into his mouth, moaning into her mouth. He tugged at the waistband of her shorts and pulled them down along with her panties, throwing them on the floor.
"I'll tell you what," he whispered as he massaged her breasts in his hands. "Why don't I help you take a shower as a step in the right direction of working on my forgiveness?"
Steam began filling the room as he pushed her towards the shower and told her to step in. He removed his pants and briefs, turned out the lights, and stepped into the shower with her. He stepped behind her and adjusted the shower head to hit them both. He poured shampoo from the bottle he'd brought in with him and began to massage it into her hair. She groaned as he began working his fingers into her hair and massaging her scalp the way she liked.
He lathered her hair through and then told her to turn around to rinse it out. She turned and faced him and leaned her head back under the water. He looked at her, eyes closed; wet all over, water running over her breasts. He reached forward and took the body sponge and body wash from the wall and lathered the soap into the sponge and began to run it all over her body.
He started with her shoulders, ran the sponge down her arms all the way to her fingers, then back up again. She watched him as he washed her shoulders and ran the sponge down over her breasts. He circled her tummy, then ran the sponge down her legs and back up again and stood in front of her. He motioned for her to turn around and she complied, letting her head hang forward to let the water massage her head.
He ran the sponge up and down her back in strong massaging motions, hearing her groan in response to his rubbing motions against her aching back. He eased her back against him and placed the sponge on the shelf on the wall. He began soaping her breasts in his bare hands, moving his hands slowly over her skin. He leaned his head down and kissed her neck, sliding his hands down to her tummy and wrapping his arms around her and hugging her to him.
They stood under the water for several minutes, and he felt her begin to relax against him. He reached over and turned off the water and guided her out of the shower. He grabbed a towel and began slowly drying her off, running the towel over her wet hair, sliding it down her back, over her bottom, and down her legs. He repeated the motion up the front of her and wrapped the towel around her and tucked the end into her cleavage and kissed her lightly on the lips.
She slowly walked around him and began walking out of the bathroom, stopping at the doorway. He grabbed another towel and quickly dried himself off and wrapped the towel around his waist and tucked it in. He ran his hands through his hair, and smiled at her.
"Want me to make dinner?" he asked softly.
She shrugged and left the doorway and walked into the bedroom. He sighed and hung his head, realizing he still was in the doghouse. He followed her out into the bedroom, where she was looking for something to wear. She finally settled on silk tank nightie and pulled it on after throwing the towel onto the bed.
After pulling on the nightie, she took the towel and began drying her hair while sitting on the edge of the bed. He sat behind her and took the towel from her hands and began to dry her hair. He ran his fingers through her hair to help comb it out. He smoothed it over one shoulder and bent his head and kissed her exposed earlobe.
"What would you like for dinner?" he asked.
She turned her head and looked at him and smiled a very wicked smile at him which made him very wary. She stood up slowly in front of him, took the towel from his hands and wrapped it around his neck and leaned her forehead against his.
"Want to be forgiven?" she whispered huskily.
He swallowed and realized he might actually have to suffer for his mistake, but he was probably going to enjoy it in the end. He nodded slowly, as she backed away from him, dragging the towel in her hands. She went to the wall and turned out the lights, letting moonlight stream into the room. She motioned for him to stand up, which he did and she removed his towel and took them both into the closet and threw them into the hamper and came back with something he couldn't make out in her hands.
He stood naked waiting for her to come to him. He saw her in the moonlight, quietly walking over to him. She came to stand in front of him, and he looked down at her. She was such an elf; she only came to his shoulder. He bent his head and kissed the top of her head. She looked up at him and smiled and held up a silk scarf in her hands. He grinned but his grin faded as she went behind him and pulled his hands together.
"Uh...wait...honey—"he began.
"Oh if you want forgiven, I'd remain silent if I were you." She whispered as she wrapped the scarf around his wrists and tied it. He tugged and realized she'd actually learned how to tie so that he couldn't get free. She walked in front of him and ran her hands up his chest. She stroked her hands up to his neck and pulled his head down and kissed him softly on the lips, lightly licking his lower lip.
"Get on your knees." She whispered against his mouth.
He pulled back slightly shocked, and realized she was serious. She'd never done anything like this with him, never taken the initiative before. He was shocked and ecstatic at the same time. He slowly followed her as she sat down on the end of the bed. She reached for a pillow and threw it on the floor at the edge of the bed and motioned him to kneel on it. He slowly eased down onto his knees on the pillow and faced her.
She slowly peeled off her nightgown and threw it on the floor. She leaned in and held his face in her hands and kissed him deeply, sucking his tongue into her mouth and moaning as she did so. He kissed her back, opening his mouth and stroking his tongue against hers, and feeling his cock harden. She pulled away from him and put her hands on his shoulders, looking uncertain and suddenly shy. He leaned in and kissed her forehead softly.
"What do you want me to do, sweetheart?" he whispered as he leaned his forehead against hers. She leaned back slightly and looked into his eyes.
"Please me." She whispered.
"How would you like me to do that?" he answered.
"Put your mouth on me."
"Where?" he asked, already knowing, but wanting her to tell him so he could hear the words that turned him on.
She bit her lip in frustration, realizing she hadn't fully thought this out. She meant to slightly punish him, and make them both enjoy it, but hadn't thought very far ahead.
"Where do you want my mouth on you?" he whispered, helping her in a small way.
