Arguments and Afterwards

Looking back on your relationship, you can count the number of actual arguments that you and your wife have had on your hands. You’ve always been incredibly communicative with each other, and you’re usually able to discuss things maturely before a boiling point is reached. It’s something that you appreciate about your relationship, a sign of the care and respect that you’ve had for one another from the beginning. Over the years issues usually tend to stem from one main point, time together, and you’ve had to learn to prioritize scheduling time alone with how busy certain seasons of life can be. 

xxx Dating -

You were putting earrings in your ears in front of your full length mirror, talking with your girlfriend, Vera. You were meeting her friends and their girlfriends for dinner, a regular occurrence. You all spent a lot of time together, and you always enjoyed their presence. You were glad that Vera’s friend group was so inclusive of partners, and you’d grown close to everyone in a way that you really appreciate.

“Oh, hey, I mentioned our idea for the trip to Maria and Manuel today in the studio, they both think that it sounds great”.

You look at her through the mirror as you adjust your hair, saying “You did what?... The idea was for us to go on a trip alone for once, that was literally the entire point. It’s been a long time since we have.”

Vera freezes, her body unmoving as her eyes grow wide. “Oh mierda, cariño, I completely forgot. I’m sorry.”

Sighing, you murmur, “Hopefully they’ll forget. If they bring it up over dinner tonight, will you please explain that it’s supposed to be just us this trip?”

Pulling you into her arms, she smiles at the reflection of you together, kissing your cheek and reassuring you, “Of course, don’t worry.”

Shortly after that you ride together to the restaurant, Vera driving as she tells you about what she worked on today. She’s a musician, and she’s excited about a new track that she and Manuel have been putting together, says that she finished writing the verses today and was able to record a few bars. Manuel cooked up something really unique to go behind it, it still needs tweaking but she’s happy with where it’s going. She raps some of it from memory, giving you a taste of what the song feels like, talking about where she wants it to go. Listening to her creative process has always been interesting, you enjoy hearing how her mind works and seeing the way that her ideas unfold.

You’re there quickly, finding everyone else already seated at a table and looking over menus. Hugs and greetings are exchanged briefly, but you all see each other so regularly that you’re sitting and discussing meal options shortly thereafter. Food is ordered and drinks appear, conversation flowing naturally as chips and salsa are passed around.

The margarita that you’ve chosen is a tart strawberry, and you’re taking a big sip from it as Manuel’s girlfriend excitedly says, “Tell me more about this trip, I’m really excited. Did Manuel say we’re going in the fall?”

You swallow wrong, coughing and reaching for your glass of water, and Vera pats your back soothingly. Taking deep breaths, you listen as the conversation continues, Maia joining in excitedly with, “I spent half the day planning it while these two were working, I found a nice house we can rent.”

Pulling out her phone, Maria finds what she’s looking for and passes it over. It’s sent your way next, and you swipe through pictures as Maria mentions interesting things to do and see in the area. The house is gorgeous and has plenty of space for everyone, a large private backyard with a hot tub and grill. If you were interested in planning a group trip it would be lovely, a perfect space for all of you, but you feel yourself growing frustrated when you think about the trip that you wanted to take alone with Vera. Some of the things that Maria mentions are ideas you’d already stumbled upon, you’d meant to share them with Vera but hadn’t gotten there yet.

You’re quiet, listening to the conversation as it goes on around you, processing the realization that this may already be out of your control. Vera gives you a few awkward looks, eventually falls into contributing to the discussion as though she can’t help herself. You sigh as you finish your first margarita, ordering a second one when the waitress comes by, increasingly annoyed with your girlfriend each time she speaks. She doesn’t even try to mention that this was meant to be a trip for just the two of you, and the firm way that she rubs your shoulders seems like an acknowledgement of your irritation. It feels patronizing, like a parent soothing a small child in public, and you shrug away from her touch. Not realizing it was intentional, she moves her hand back to your shoulder and you shrug more obviously, giving her a look that tells her to stop.

Maria directs a question at you, and you pause before answering, saying, “Honestly, I was just hoping to spend some time alone with Vera on this trip. We’ve been so busy lately that we haven’t had much time to ourselves.”

Maria knows you pretty well by this point, her expression thoughtful as she looks at Vera. You can see the gears turning in her head as she looks back at you, as if she’s piecing together that something is wrong but isn’t sure what it is. She finally says, “You’ll have time alone, we were talking about going for two weeks.”

Your gaze jerks to Vera, eyes locking with hers as you flatly ask, “Oh, two weeks? We’re planning a two-week group trip? How delightful.”, taking another sip of your drink to stop yourself from saying more.

Only Vera and Maria pick up the tension behind your words, Vera looking sheepish while Mariaa appears puzzled. Mariaa reaches for her phone, typing something out and giving you a pointed look. Reaching for your purse, you locate your phone and open a message from her.

Mariaa: “Is everything okay?”

You: “Mariaa, you know I love everyone. I love spending time together. But this trip was supposed to be just Vera and me; it’s been a long time since we took a trip alone.”

Mariaa’s face flinches as she reads your text, and she shifts the conversation suddenly, a smooth transition that goes unnoticed by the group. You’ve talked with her a lot in downtime on tours and work related trips, she understands how little time you get alone with Vera. Food arrives as you finish your second margarita, likely good timing considering how much alcohol you’ve had on a mostly empty stomach, and you make a mental note to text Mariaa more about this later.

The rest of dinner moves by comfortably, the conversation about the vacation thankfully not coming up again. You work to lower your level of irritation, eventually warm up enough to join the discussion, feeling a bit loose and warm once the alcohol settles over you. Vera tries to put her hand on your thigh under the table and you bat it away, quick frustration rising in you for a brief moment, and she doesn’t try to touch you again during dinner.

Everyone hugs again as they part, and you whisper to Mariaa that you’ll text her later. You’re quiet as you walk to the car with Vera, side by side but inches apart, enough distance that you don’t brush against her as you move. When the doors close she looks at you, silent for a moment before saying, “This trip seems more important to you than I thought, I’m sorry.”

Sighing, you fix your gaze forward into the parking lot as you say, “We’ve already talked about this, Vera. I understand that you’re busy. I’m not complaining and I accept the time that I have with you, I know what I signed up for. But somewhere in there, I need you to find time to get away, just us. I need that to be a priority, please.” Your voice cracks somewhere towards the end, emotion peeking though. It drives you crazy that you break like this when you’re mad, the corners of your eyes prickle with tears.

“Cariño, lo siento, I’m sorry… We talked about it but I got excited, I guess I forgot the alone part? I understand that it’s important now though, I’ll talk to Manuel and Maria. Everything will be fine, it’ll be just us”, her voice is gentle, sweet.

Her hand reaches for you and you flinch away, she pauses it in the air and then drops it, moving it back to her lap. When you’re this level of upset touch pushes you over the edge, she knows this but struggles with it. You groan, holding your eyes unblinkingly wide and trying not to cry. “You can’t do that. They sounded so excited. It’s fine. We’ll have a great time and it’ll be OK”, taking tissues from your purse, you hold them to the corners of your eyes, determined that your eye makeup is staying intact.

“Sweetheart, I don’t like making you feel this way. What can I do?”

You focus on your breathing as your mind continues to run in the background, so Vera speaks again in your silence, “Mi vida, what- “

Turning your head suddenly, your wide eyes meet hers, silencing her before she finishes her sentence. “You can listen to me when I tell you that I need time with you… God, Vera, you’re so fucking good at remembering every little detail of things that I like or want, but this is the one thing you never listen to. I love spending time with other people, I love our friends, but when was the last time we were alone for more than like a day and a half? You told me before we left that you’d fix this, and then you just fell right into talking about a group trip. It feels like you lied to me earlier, like you didn’t plan to fix it at all. I don’t like being lied to”, inevitably tears start slowly falling midway through what you’ve said. You give up on stopping it, your makeup a lost cause at this point.

Wincing, she says “OK, OK, you’re right. I know this keeps coming up, I’m sorry mami. I’ll call Manuel as soon as we get home and… “

“No you won’t, you’re still not fucking listening to me. It’s too late, people are excited. Please don’t say anything at this point, Vera, I’m telling you.”, you feel how wet your cheeks are, know your eyes are bright red, and just want to be back home. “Just please promise me that the next trip is only us, no one else. Understand that I need that. And please mean what you say, I don’t like feeling like I’m being lied to.”

Her face is conflicted, but she agrees, and you ask to go home. When she starts driving you try to shift your mind to choosing music, selecting something that you can try to get lost in, closing your eyes and softly following along, fixating your thoughts on every word until your head falls silent. She’s quiet for the rest of the ride, the music and your soft singing the only sounds in the car.

It’s dark when you get home, and you ask for some space, taking your dog out back with you after grabbing what you want from inside. The night air is cool, a soft breeze fluttering through the leaves nearby, and the sky is clear enough that you see stars overhead. You sigh, lighting the blunt that you grabbed from inside and leaning against the wall of your shed, taking deep inhales until it’s burning evenly. Watching the smoke curl around you as you exhale, you appreciate the stillness of the pretty night. Moments tick by without your notice as you smoke, the shrinking joint your only evidence that time is moving. A familiar haze finally rolls over you, your body literally loosening as it hits you. It’s a comfortable sensation, you enjoy the way it calms your constant buzzing thoughts and makes you more aware of the present. When you’ve smoked down to the filter you toss it in a nearby drink can, which is filled with dozens more of them.

Looking up at the stars, you process the night. You’re calm but still sad, and a few more tears escape down your cheek. Collecting your thoughts for a moment beforehand, you compose a text to Mariaa before you convince yourself not to, long winded and overly explanatory. You reread your message a few times before sending it because this situation has felt awkward. You’re not sure how much time has passed when you hear the door to the house, footsteps softly headed in your direction, the jingle of your dog’s collar.

“Is it okay if I sit outside with you, baby?” she asks, her voice soft.

Glancing at her briefly, you nod, wiping your cheeks. She leans against the wall near you but doesn’t touch you, and you feel her gaze on you.

“I need to be honest... Please don’t get mad, but I called Maria.”

You close your eyes, anger snapping up suddenly within you at her words. Sensing this she quickly adds, “I just told her that I fucked up, that the trip was supposed to be just you and I. She said that she understood and that you’d already texted her your side of things, and-”

Interrupting her, anger slightly audible in your tone, you snap “You promised not to say anything”

“I know, but-”

“So you didn’t listen, again.”

Groaning, her voice is frustrated as she quickly says, “Really? You really expected me to just leave it be, not say anything? Mami, that’s a lie. I know you’re angry. I know you still want us to be alone on the trip. Dios, eres imposible. You talk about lying but what is this shit? You’re saying one thing but you mean something else.”

You’re sassy without thinking, words falling out before you process what you’re saying, “If you had just listened from the beginning we wouldn’t be here! To be alone was literally the whole point! And I tried to tell you again today before we left. Just fucking listen to me, god.”

“How many times do I have to apologize? Maldita sea, cariño, lo siento,” the frustration in her tone feels especially loud in the quiet darkness.

You pull a second blunt from your pocket and light it, conversation halting as you inhale deeply. Taking the moment to organize your thoughts, you try to think of anything constructive to say, brain overridden with emotion and reactions. Vera eventually holds two fingers out in a V, and you wordlessly pass it between you for several minutes in silence.

“Can you just tell me what you want me to do here?”, she asks almost timidly.

“I don’t know.”

“If it makes you feel better Maria said she understood. Manuel seemed a little bummed but he’ll get over it and-”

“You didn’t tell me that you called Manuel too!”, your head dropping back into the wall as you speak. A few seconds later she taps your arm, passing you the blunt. You take it with a groan, inhaling deeply again.

“I really don’t understand what the big deal is here. Manuel will be fine.”

Rubbing your fingers into your temples, you try to explain, “I don’t like letting people down. Everyone was excited about a trip, even just for the day that they’ve known about it, I don’t want to be the reason for ruining that.”

She exhales slowly, face pointing upwards and watching the smoke in the night sky, looking over to you as she says, “You won’t be ruining anything, I’m the one who invited people when I shouldn’t have, and that’s what I told them. You’ve literally spent years following me around the world, but we’re never alone in whatever city we happen to be in. Manuel and Maria know that because they’re the ones who are always with us.They get it, it’s ok.”

Taking the blunt back when she passes it, you inhale and think, Vera continuing in your silence, “What else can I do here? You’re getting your week with me, I handled telling everyone, it’s done and over with.”

The corner of your lip quirks slightly upward, betraying the sassiness in your voice as you finally say, “A week? Didn’t I hear it was two weeks?”

Her hands fly up in mock exasperation as she laughs, “Okay, okay, two weeks. Mi reina gets her full trip, my full attention.”

You laugh in return, unable to resist when she’s as cute as she is, “That sounds perfect... I love you. I’m sorry for getting so upset,” your voice softening towards the end.

“I love you too. And hey, we all get mad… We good, mami?”

Nodding, you smile lightly as you say “We’re good.”

“Anything else you want to say here?” she asks, her tone genuine.

“Just that I’ll try to communicate better next time. What about you?”, passing the blunt back that you’d forgotten you were holding.

Features growing contemplative, she takes a few inhales, eyes lock onto yours as she says,

“Can I be honest here? Respectfully, you’re so sexy when you’re mad. If we’re done arguing I’m going to need you to take me inside.”

Laughing, you ask, “Seriously?”

She nods, “Your eyes go all wide and you get so sassy. And your voice when you’re mad? God mami, it turns me on even as I’m getting yelled at, I’m so wet. Hearing you like that makes me want you to bend me over, give it to me as hard as you want, let all that anger out.”

Moving towards her without words, your hand reaches for her chin as you lean in to kiss her. It’s immediately dirty, what she said echoing through your head, the heightened emotion of this evening shifting into something else. Needing to confirm her words, you press her into the wall as your hand slides down her body, past the waistband of her pants and boxers. There isn’t any foreplay or teasing here, your fingers parting her quickly, immediately finding wetness there. Rubbing a small circle against her coats them in moisture, and she moans into the kiss.

Pulling back you murmur, “Honey you weren’t kidding, you’re so wet”, fingers continuing in a slow pattern on her clit.

She laughs, a low sexy tone to it that only comes out when she’s turned on, “I told you. You’ve got me so worked up, I need you so bad right now.”

“Mmmm, maybe we should fight more if it gets you this needy.”

Grinding into your fingertips, her voice a little whiny, “Baby please.”

“How quiet can you be, love? I want to see you come right here on my fingers and the neighbors don’t need to hear that.”

Looking towards your neighbor’s backyard, her eyes are a bit frantic as she says, “Please just take me inside. I want you so bad. I don’t know if I can be that quiet.”

“You’re gonna have to be sweetheart. I want to see you come before we go inside, watch you struggle to keep it down.”

“I want you to fuck me.”

“I’m going to, but you’re going to be good and shut that pretty mouth first. Are you really trying to argue again? Now be quiet and take it”, your fingers quickening on her during your last words.

Biting her lip, she leans her head back against the wall as your fingers work on her. You kiss her cheek, the soft space before her ear, and nip her earlobe with your teeth. She makes a sound in her throat as you continue, kissing her jaw and down her neck. When the neckline of her t-shirt blocks your pathway, you gently bite the skin just above it, kissing it again afterwards. Pulling back, you watch her face as your free hand works its way under her sports bra to cup her breast. Her eyes close when you roll her nipple between your fingertips, her bottom lip still held between her teeth as another sound escapes.

Over time you’ve learned the things that get her there quickly, your fingers following a rhythm that you know always pushes her limits slightly. She doesn’t always like this, usually is too sensitive for this much stimulation so early on, but you know that she can take it when she’s this worked up beforehand. You also know that it makes her noisy, she seems unaware of the sounds falling out of her as sensation dips into overstimulation. Mouth falling open on a somewhat loud moan, you press your lips into hers to muffle it.

Blue eyes meeting yours when you pull back, you murmur, “Shhh, love, you gotta keep it quiet.”

She groans, “Dios mío,I can’t when you do that.”

Laugh hushed, your voice is almost a whisper, “Yes, you can. So hurry up and come, but quietly. And then I’ll take you inside and bend you over, you can be loud when you’re taking it.”

You speed your fingers, moving as quickly as you can while maintaining rhythm, eyes holding hers as you pinch her nipple. Her hips twitch, trapped between the wall and your hand, as she grinds into your fingers. Gaze wandering, you take in her expression, the way her body arches from where she leans against the wall, her fingers pressed into the siding as her hips roll helplessly into your hand, and how openly needy she looks makes you press your legs together with a groan. She’s unbearably sexy, you’re so turned on that it feels overwhelming.

Releasing her nipple, you flick it with your fingers, intentionally firm after pinching it long enough to make it sensitive. The sound that she makes is loud enough that you cover her mouth with yours, the noise muffled as your tongue slides against hers. As you kiss her you hear a familiar creak, soft sounds of movement in the distance, and the slam of your neighbor’s door. Your dog’s collar jingles off in the direction of the sound, likely greeting their dog at the fence. The kiss was good timing, your neighbor may now be outside and Vera isn’t keeping it down, but you can tell that she’s close and you want to see her face. Biting her lip softly, you pull back from the kiss and cover her mouth with your hand. Her eyes widen slightly and she makes a muffled sound into your palm, and you hold your breath to stop the hushed laugh that escapes you.

“Baby I’m sorry, but did you hear the neighbor’s door? You’re not exactly being quiet, and I know you’re close.”

She groans low in her throat, her eyes falling closed, and you murmur “Eyes on me darling, keep them on mine when you come.”

Fluttering open, her eyes look desperate when they find yours. “That’s it, look at you. You’re so sexy right now, I want to fuck you so bad. Come on sweetheart, give it up for me.”

Hips frantic, her eyes flutter again as she moans into your hand. Seconds later her body jerks, her eyes intense on yours as they fight to stay open, and you watch as her orgasm rolls over her. The rhythm of her hips is lost in her release, she grinds into your fingers deeply but without any sort of pattern. You bite your lip and hold your breath, keeping back the sound that you feel rising up at the sight of her. Watching her eyes as her body moves against you, you see the wildness in them gradually soften before her body does. Blinking at you slowly as the tension in her body fades, she leans back against the wall and gently bites your palm.

Laughing, you remove your hand from her mouth, kissing her tenderly and murmuring, “That was so pretty mami, let me take you inside now?”, as your other hand gently slides back out past the waistband of her pants.

She nods, groaning as you hold her eyes and suck your fingers clean. Taking her hand, you tiptoe quietly through the backyard, glancing to your neighbors yard. Your dog joins you as you approach the door of the house, slipping inside past you before you’ve fully opened it. You press Vera into the door, your lips finding hers and wordlessly explaining how turned on you are. The kiss is hungry but short, your impatience to do more surging now that you have her inside. Breaking the kiss with an impatient sound, you reach for her wrist and lead her the short distance to your living room. When you reach the couch you drop her wrist, quickly pull her shirt and sports bra over her head.

Your eyes briefly appreciate the way she looks topless, scanning over her gorgeously inked skin and perky breasts, before spinning her and saying “bend over, love”.

Making a small sound, she bends over the arm of the couch, elbows settling into the cushions as she shimmies her hips. Sliding in behind her, you run your fingers up her back as you assess the angle of your hips against her. The couch was a fairly new purchase, you’d chosen one with thickly padded, high arms that would be comfortable to nap on, but had found that they worked well for this purpose also. Reaching for a pillow, you adjust her body to slide it underneath her, raising her just enough higher to meet your body at the angle that you want. Your hands reach for her hips, grinding into her through the layers of clothing still in place. Satisfied, you lift her hips to pull her pants and boxers down, leaving them at her ankles as your eyes get distracted.

She looks irresistible bent over like this, her ass up high as her back slopes downward, shoulderblade muscles flexed to keep her upright on her elbows. Palming her ass, your eyes follow her curves, greedily taking in the perfect figure that she hides away under baggy clothes. Gaze drifting further, you take in how truly pretty her folds look from this angle, glistening with wetness and openly on display. Swollen and a pretty shade of pinkish red, she’s so wet that you see moisture gleaming on the nearby skin of her thighs. Your fingers drift there without thought, eyes mesmerized by the way your fingertips look moving against her delicate skin, quickly coated and shiny with her wetness. They trace circles around her opening, finally dipping in, her skin slightly stretching as they slide knuckle deep into her warmth. You curl them a few times as her hips arch backwards into it, eventually moving them in and out of her body in a soft rhythm. A sound falls from you as you watch, eyes focused on the way that her skin clings to your invading fingers as they slide.

Watching becomes too much, you’re quickly reminded of your own arousal, the ache between your legs growing at the sight in front of you. Vera makes a sound when you pull your fingers free without warning, smacking her ass as you say “Don’t move”, before leaving the room. Walking quickly, you remove your clothes piece by piece as you locate the items that you need. Less than a minute has passed when you return to the living room, finding your girlfriend right where you left her. Leaning down, you kiss her softly, eyes gentle on hers when you pull back.

Lips barely brushing hers, you whisper, “Te amo mucho, you know that right?”

You feel her smile on your lips as she answers, “Sí. Yo también te amo.”

Kissing her once more before you stand, you laugh softly as you say, “Good, just making sure. Even when I’m bending you over and burning up with how much I want to fuck you, it comes from a place of love.”

She laughs in return, saying “You can get to lovingly fucking me now, please”, as you’re stepping into the harness.

Smacking her ass, you say “Impatient. These things take time”, while you put the strap into the center hole of the harness.

Finally, you tuck a small vibrator into the inner pocket of the harness, lining it up with your clit and turning it on. Eyes closing briefly at the sensation, they quickly return to where she lays open in front of you. Unable to resist, you fall to your knees for a moment, licking into her folds with your hands on her ass. She makes a surprised noise that turns into a low moan, rolling back into your tongue as it works over her. You linger there for a few moments, flicking into her sweetness until her sounds grow impatient, pulling back when she whines “babyyyyy” at you.

Standing, you smooth a small amount of lube onto the strap before lining it up with her. Your hips stay in place as your hands fan over her ass, and she shifts impatiently back towards the tip of the strap. Laughing, you push it into her forcefully, sound shifting to a moan as you grind it in at the end. It takes your breath away for a moment after that, the pressure on the vibrator at your clit feels fantastic after focusing on Vera for so long. She moans as you grind in, aching back into you and looking over her shoulder. Your fingers clench against her hips as you settle into a rhythm, hard from the start, knowing that it’s what you both need right now. The expression on her face shifts before you, pleasure overtaking her features as you thrust into her.

After a few moments she looks away, head dropping between her shoulders as you rail into her, the force of your hips making her body bob upwards with each thrust. Your eyes follow the tattoo on her neck downward, watching the way the blackwork on her skin shifts with her curves as she rolls back into you. They linger on the way that her ass bounces into you as she moves, your eyes trapped on the movement, staying there long enough to sear it into memory for later. Releasing her hip with one hand, you smack her ass twice in the same spot, soothing over the pinkening skin afterwards.

Closing your eyes for a moment to focus on the sensation that builds inside of you, you become more aware of the sound of your hips against her ass, loud in the otherwise quiet room. It’s hot in a way that you can’t put words to, the rhythmic sound of your bodies colliding as you fuck into her. It eventually lures you into opening your eyes again, watching the way that the strap moves in and out of her.

You feel yourself getting closer, know that you won’t last much longer, it feels too good and you were so worked up for it from the start. Leaning forward slightly as your hips continue to roll into her, you slide one hand under her hip, moving downward until your fingers meet her wetness. She moans when your fingertips find her clit, making a few gentle circles before progressing to meet the rhythm of your bodies. The angle has changed slightly now that you lean into her, and your eyes flutter when you grind in, the pressure on your clit suddenly exquisite. Your hand on her hip moves to her ribs, a better handhold to pull her towards you from this angle.

Attempting to distract yourself from how close you are, you focus on the pattern of your fingers, working to get her closer to her own peak. You take in the way that she sounds, her breathing irregular and moans that fall more frequently from her lips. Your fingers clench into her ribs as you thrust into her, eyes drifting there to find pink blooms on her skin, places that your fingers rested that will likely progress into small bruises. Your brain processes the way she’ll look on stage later this week in her little sports bra, your fingertip bruises decorating her ribs. It’s that thought that makes you lean in further, plant little kisses on her back until you bite down softly, afterwards applying suction to the spot. She moans as you continue, eventually releasing the skin with a soft pop, kissing it before pulling back to admire the reddening area you’d left behind. It’s mid back, obvious, claiming, and you can’t stop yourself from leaning in to repeat the process a few inches away. When you pull back again you groan, these will either be obvious marks that will tease you as you watch her dance around on stage, or the reason why her fans won’t talk her into pulling her shirt off.

Your gaze catches when her body grows tense, sees the slight shaking of her arms as she holds herself up, and your hips speed slightly. Fingers on her clit matching the movement of your body, she cries out at the added sensation, and the way that she rolls into you loses rhythm as it grows desperate. You hold yourself at bay, on the drink of orgasm but focused on seeing her get there again before you do. A few thrusts later her hips falter, muscles in her back visibly tense as she arches deeply into you, a loud moan running long as she comes undone. It breaks your control, shifts your attention to your own need, the pressure as you grind into her now overwhelming. You crash into orgasm moments after her, holding your breath as you process the intense sensation. It feels like it pulses through you in waves, almost too much at times as you continue to rail into her. You’re lost in it long enough that you can’t hold your breath any longer, inhaling deeply and moaning softly as you start to come down. Hips slowing into deep grinds, the vibrator on your clit now pleasantly overstimulating in a way that you can’t resist rolling into. Knowing that she tends to be more sensitive afterwards, you pull your fingers away from her core gently, leaning in to kiss her shoulder as your movement into her continues to soften.

You lay pressed against her back for a moment after your hips still completely, breathing with her and planting soft kisses on her back. Eventually you stand, and she groans as the angle changes and you pull the strap out of her. Legs softly shaking, she drops down from her arms, face turned sideways against the couch cushion. Her gaze finds yours and she gives you a soft smile, her eyes heavy, she looks comfortably fucked out in a way that makes you laugh gently at her.

“Oh sweetheart, look at you. Come here, let’s go snuggle up in bed”

Whining adorably as she moves to standing, you pull her into a kiss. She leans into you as the kiss lingers, your body eventually supporting hers. Pulling back, you keep an arm around her waist as you move her towards your bedroom, laughing softly again at how cute she is like this. When you reach the bed you lift the covers for her, crawling in after her and tangling your bodies together. Her head snuggles into your chest and she sighs, your fingers scratch into her scalp and drift through her hair. Skin to skin like this, with her held in your arms, you feel the last bit of tension from today leave you. You’re content that after everything, the two of you were able to come together and communicate. Drifting off as your fingers continue in her hair, you sleepily hope that you never have to argue about time together again.