It was dark, and quiet without her in the room. We'd had a fight and I was now laying alone in the queen size expanse of our bed, thinking about the dumb reason we had fought. I began thinking about how it felt when we had make-up sex though it didn't seem like she was coming back for it or ever. I began to absent mindedly run my hands over my naked body, teasing my nipples thinking of her, and her wicked tongue.
My fingers tweaked my beaded nipples. Then they slid down my body to my slowly moistening cunt. I thought about her being there while I began to play with myself my fingers dancing in and out of my body. I smiled and delighted in the sensations I was creating in my body...my fantasy inflaming me. My orgasm came quickly but left me feeling lonely and empty. I fell asleep dreaming of her.
It was late when I suddenly felt arms wrapping around me, I almost screamed but recognized the voice that suddenly said, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to dance with that other girl. I didn't mean to make you feel like I don't love you because I do."
I smiled and rolled over, "I'm sorry too. I over reacted."
I cuddled into Kate and she cuddled back. She kissed my forehead and I looked up at her, she kissed my full on the lips. Her tongue was slipping inside my mouth and tasting me.