I don’t know who coined the phrase, “Women have two sets of lips: one set for arguing, and the other set for apologizing.” I’ve never been a fan of that statement or general sentiment surrounding it, but right now, she was apologizing.
Arguing for us was rare. For one thing, we generally agreed on most issues because our personalities and viewpoints were very similar. For another, we usually logically stepped our way through most problems systematically until we reached the obvious conclusion.
So, for her to abandon all of that in the middle of a rather trivial issue was somewhat surprising. It was also surprising for her to stomp off in a huff. Slightly hurt, I scratched my head in bewilderment and decided not to aggravate the situation.
I sat down and turned through pages of my current novel while she first stomped and muttered around the kitchen, then stomped and muttered around the laundry room.
This went on for a while and didn’t notice at first that it had become quiet. I put my book down and wandered around the lower floor, but she was nowhere to be seen. I was a little concerned, but then I heard her call me from upstairs.
I made the short trek to our room where I found her naked, save for her little spandex shorts, and kneeling on the bed. It was clear her anger had passed.
Her upper half was pivoted towards the door and when she saw me, she said nothing, but only turned, pressed her face and tits to the mattress, and presented her scantily covered ass to me. I walked to the bed and looked over what lay before me. Her exertions of stomping around the house had made her quite sweaty, which for whatever reason, turns me on.
Her back glistened in a watery sheen and unable to resist, I ran my hands over her naked skin. Her shorts sported dark patches where they had soaked up the clear liquid, especially, I noticed, around her crotch. All of that might not have been just water.
Instantly hard, I stripped. She raised her head, turned to look over her shoulder and said, “I’m sorry, Eric. I was acting like a jerk. I hope you’ll forgive me.”
I pressed my hips to hers and prepared to accept her apology. The spandex was quickly discarded and I was faced with the exquisite view of her puffy, wet lips. I helped myself to a taste, but there was a more urgent need.
Lining up my rigid member, I buried myself inside her feminine cave. Out of the thousands of times I have entered her, I almost always stop for a moment to thank God for the beauty and perfection of sex, for the intimacy that it is, and for the connection to the soul that it provides.
Doing that now and looking down at the woman God gave me to care for made me emotional. Being vocal during sex is very normal for us, and as I stood bathed in her delicate sheath, I once again confessed my love.
She wiped a tear, apologized again, and begged me to fuck her hard. With that shift in the mood, I grabbed her feet and told her not to let me slip out.
As I began to thrust, we soon found a rhythm and lost ourselves in pure, unadulterated sex. Our vocalizations became louder and more intense. All was long forgiven, but now it played into a sexy game. She begged me to forgive her and I pretended to need more until she rose towards her climax.
“How do you want to cum, baby?!” she moaned. “Where do you want me?!”
“I want to cum in your mouth, and then I want to kiss you.”
“Oh my God, yes!” she cried. “Just hold on! I’m almost there! Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck yes, I’m cumming!”
Normally, I’ll slow down while she rides out her orgasm, but today, as soon as she started to cum, she spun around and engulfed my cock in her mouth.
That’s all it took for me, and I exploded into her mouth. Then she rose to her knees quickly and kissed me. Wanting to extend the pleasure for her, I moved one hand to her front side, one hand to her back side, and entered both holes while we shared the cocktail of lovers.
She moaned and swiveled her hips all while we kissed. We both came again.
Finally spent and reconnected, lovers and friends once more, we laughed into the night.
