She had come over after I got home from work, as was becoming our routine. Also per our routine, we had eaten some food and then curled up to watch some show or other, which quickly devolved into necking and petting. Soon, screwing. Not gently but rather the vigorous coupling of new lovers. Fucking.
She went to start the shower as I'd tossed the condom. We bathed and then dressed each other for bed. Now we lie together in silence, only the faintest sounds of night making it through the closed windows.
She rolls toward me and wraps a leg over mine, squeezing herself to me and, perhaps involuntarily, pushing her pussy against my thigh.
"We need to talk." Concern in her voice, still hugging herself to me with her head nestled in the crook of my shoulder. "I don't think this is going to work out."
"And why is that?" I sigh my response into her hair, kissing her temple.
She hugs me in response, giving her hips another press forward against my thigh. I can feel her wetness. "All we do is have sex. This relationship isn't going anywhere because we don't communicate."
"We do." I hug her, squeezing an arm around her shoulders, then dragging my hand down her spine. "This is a form of communication." I caress the small of her back; she sighs contentedly. "I know what you mean though. We really don't talk much, but I'm interested in exploring your mind, too. Talk to me."
She pushes her face to my chest and inhales, then squirms a bit and grumbles. "I don't really have anything on my mind right now. I'm just saying, in general." I can feel her hard little clit rubbing into me as her hips flex, her pussy leaving a trail of her wetness on my skin.
"You have plenty on your mind if you're calling this off, but you can't think straight right now because your body is whining for attention." I slip my free hand up and grasp her breast, squeezing in that way she likes. She groans.
"Stooopppp. My body is doing no such thing. This is exactly what I mean." Her voice is impatient, but she squeezes my thigh between her legs again.