I Guess Maybe Now

David got up, pulled his pants up and buttoned them up. “Not how I had thought, it would be.” Sheepishly smiling down on me, he looked so young; way younger than his thirty-odd years.

“What had you thought? Fucking for hours on end? Changing positions again and again, until it would be more an exercise session?” I laughed, pulled the shorts back over my crotch and sat up. All the anxiety, the dark thoughts seemed to have vanished. He still wanted me, he had touched me, fucked me.

Feeling a bit sore, even after this brief fuck, I winced, as I got up.

“Did I hurt you?” His brow furrowed and he looked really concerned. “No more than usual, after such a long time.” I laughed again. “You said once that you really love it, that I am so tight. Downside to that, it hurts, if I am abstinent for too long. It’ll pass, the more we fuck.”

His frown turned into a grin. “Challenge accepted.” Without further ado he swept me off the floor, into his arms and walked towards our bedroom.

“For fucks sake, stop treating me like an invalid”, I cried out. Apparently, I was still angry and frustrated, somewhere deep down.

“I was more thinking of you as my future wife. Carrying you to bed, ready to fuck you.” David dropped me on the bed, looked down on me. “You know”, he grinned his mischievous grin. “Maybe, I could treat you like an invalid. And maybe, just maybe, you might like it after all.”

I frowned, watched him, as he sat down on the bed. “Why should I?”

“Because” his grin widened. David reached for the seam of the tank top and pulled it upwards. Raising my hands over my head to help him, I arched my back. His fingers brushed my skin, tickled me and I flinched. With one swift movement, he tied the top around my wrists.

“Just give it a try.”

I opened my mouth but stayed silent. David bend closer, kissed the corner of my gaping mouth. “If I would treat you like an invalid”, he kissed me between the words.