She was fed up. They had been arguing for weeks. After every one he would promise better things, but so far nothing. Only more arguing and tears. She was not a patient person, and this was just taking too long. First about on thing and then another, it was getting ridiculous. Counseling didn't seem to do much, and yelling and screaming did help either. But somehow that is always what it came to. She wanted some release. After an argument she would be so hot, she just wanted to go down on him right then and there, but it didn't feel "appropriate." He would just sit there with his head down, and she hated it.
This particular day it was a very stupid argument that she felt mostly responsible for. Like most of the others, it had been blown out of proportion. She had a piece of a thought about something he may have lied about, and when he couldn't answer the question to her satisfaction, she got mad. The more he talked, the more unresolved things looked, the more impatient she became. "Just fuck me." If only she could get it out. But she didn't know how it would be received. Then things got heated. The fight, not the sex. She slapped him. Sometimes she felt like that was the only way to get through to him when he was just muttering. It did. He jumped out of bed and looked as if he wanted to scream. His eyes got red from frustration and he began to raise his voice. He began to pace and fidget.
Most people would be afraid at this point, but not Anna. She had been waiting forever to see some emotion come out of Jeff. She knew that he wouldn't hurt her and that sometimes it was just hard. When you live with someone who overanalyzes everything, life is difficult. Usually during arguments he just sat there. But lately there was something else; strength, emotion, passion. He got so mad he hit the bed, not because he wanted to hit her, but because he was upset that he couldn't get this right. This marriage, this life, and this person he wanted to be. Why was it so damn hard? She remembered him yelling in the street the night before. He yelled about how much he hated the person that he was and the things that he did to her. How he hated everything that wasn't her, and how he could not live without her. She hated to see him cry. She wanted to kiss him right there. But she was stubborn.
Usually by this time she would be yelling and screaming with him, but she couldn't. She had had enough yelling and screaming over the past few weeks. She never wanted to yell or scream again. So she tried a different approach. She started taking a few deep breaths. She told herself to calm down, and with the most loving look on her face she lay back on the bed, and beckoned him to hold her. As he crawled up toward her chest she moved the sheets to wrap her legs around him. He lays his head on her chest like a toddler who is ready for bed. He likes to hear her heart beat and feel her soft breasts on his face. She could feel the tension in his big shoulders. She felt bad, but she was also getting turned on. She loved her husband's body. He had muscles in all the right places. He was the most attractive man she had ever seen. "Just give it all to me." She said in a soothing voice. "All of that energy, give put it into me, sweetie." Then he started squeezing.
He just lay there on top of her helpless, holding on to her for dear life. She was starting to have trouble breathing, but she just lay there. She was completely nude, so she could feel every bit of him, and it was making her nipples hard. She wanted them to be close. Intimate the way that man and woman were meant to be. She wanted him inside of her. She wanted all the fighting to be over. She just wanted him to fuck her brains out.
