I admit it. I was being a bitch. I was pouting and even I didn't know why. The last few days, I'd been snapping at you and everyone else in my life. You knew I was moody before you made me yours, and actually seemed to enjoy bringing me back from my darkness.
The little ones were tucked safely in their beds. I had checked on them and was surprised when you asked me if they were asleep. I responded that they were and quickly flicked on the television. I didn't expect you to join me. I thought you'd gotten up to go in the bathroom and take a shower before turning in. I suppose my attitude had told you what I needed. I've been stomping around, slamming cabinet doors all night. The words tumbling from my mouth had been little more than growls and my normally pleasant personality had taken a nose-dive into darkness. I was caught somewhere between PMS and Spoiled Brat mode.
I had decided not to sleep naked, opting instead for my nearly see through bathing suit coverup. It is short, ending just below my rear-end, and it has a thick fish net texture, with long openings under my arms and is extremely cool and stretchy. Imagine my surprise when you stood up from the computer, joined me on the bed and quickly exposed my left breast and closed your mouth around my nipple.
Your lips pulling on my nipple ring, while your hand began pulling on my right nipple, making me squeal from the slight pain, and growing pleasure. To my surprise, I could feel my juices begin flowing and my clit ballooning under its hood. You kept your fingers on my right nipple and eased your lips up my neck, nibbling your way up. By the time your lips covered mine, I couldn't stop the long growling moan that was rising in my throat.