Her: I stand near our bed with my back to him, arms crossed, defiant and angry. How could any one man be so arrogant, so smug? He thought he was being funny but I don't see the humor. I won't face him. I won't look into his eyes because if I do... I will submit to his charms. I'm mad and I intend to stay that way. I wore his silk t-shirts and boxers because he loves to see me in them. I wore them, just to drive - him - crazy.
Him: I watch her in silence. I'm decidedly aroused by her defiant stance. She's so sexy when she challenges me. I love her even more when she does that. Her arms crossed tightly over her voluptuous breasts. Her long, tan legs look even longer with her feet planted apart. My eyes travel down her beautiful body. A slender waist. Hips so luscious and round. Soft straight shoulders. She's delectable! Her thick wavy hair cascades down her delicate narrow back.
I should tell her I'm sorry but I don't want to - not yet. This is too much fun. Besides, I didn't really do anything wrong. Not really. I made a silly remark about her taste in music. It was meant to be a joke, except she didn't laugh. She knows I didn't mean it. We know each other too well. She just wanted to be mad and I will oblige her, for now. I can't stay away from her. She wants me. I know she does. Sorry would work miracles. It would make it all better but that's too easy. We both like the challenge. Damn, she looks good in my underwear.
Her: He's moved closer to me. I sense his nearness. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I'm determined to stand my ground. I must hold on. I can't cave in to him - not yet. His hands are on my shoulders. His face, touching my hair. I tense up and try to resist. It would be so easy to lean back onto his strong frame. It would feel so good to do that - but I want him to say he's sorry. I need his apology. It won't stop me from being mad but it would be a start.
Him: "I'm sorry babe." There, I spoke those three magical words. I feel her shoulders relax as she exhales, long and slow. I've broken through. A few are bricks out. I won't be happy until the wall is completely down. I'm intoxicated by her scent. The softness of her skin. Her beauty captivates me. I move in closer to her. Our bodies are in complete contact now. I massage her shoulders lightly and slide my fingers down the length of her slender arms. A sweet breathy sigh escapes from her lips. She's trying hard to resist but I know that sigh. She's ready to surrender.
Her: His strong hands caress my skin. I feel his warm breath on the back of my neck and goose bumps rise across my flesh. My nipples stiffen as I let out a quiet sigh of exaltation. The urge to give in engulfs my psyche when he touches me like that. He heard me whimper! He knows I'm weakening now. There's no turning back. I'll be putty in his hands in mere minutes. I'll try to hold out as long as I can but this isn't easy. I must be strong a little longer.
Him: "Baby, it was a joke, a poorly orchestrated joke. You know I love you, don't you?" I plead my case to her turned back. She isn't answering. I knew she wouldn't but she's thinking about it. This game we play is wicked but how it ends... is all that matters.
The strength of her resistance matched by the resourcefulness of my attempts; equals an exquisite outcome. I don't want her to answer yet. I want to hear her beg me. I want the tension to mount. The flesh will weaken and the surrender will be gradual, until it's complete. It will make all of this so delicious and worthwhile.
Her: He's asking me the ultimate question. Of course he knows I love him. How could I not love him? He's everything I ever wanted a man to be. He's handsome, strong and brave. Yet, he can be so soft and fragile when he's in my arms. Am I going to tell him that? The time will come... but not right now.
It would be too easy and this dance would be over. I want him to make me confess it. I want him to make me admit how much he means to me. I won't give in that easily. But... it's getting so hard. I mean that both literally and figuratively. I can feel his erection against my bottom. Lord, it feels so good. I won't respond, I will not give in, I must stay strong. Why does he have to smell so good?
Him: My hands move down to her hips. I place my hands on her hip bones and pull her into me. She begins to move her exquisite ass gently back and forth against my aching groin. I push against her harder and feel the softness of her curves pressing against my erection.
I want to take her here and now. I want to have my way with her this very instant. She makes me crazy with desire. Like no other woman has ever done before. I reach around and caress her soft round breasts. Her nipples are solid buds under my silk tee.
I press them firmly between my thumbs and forefingers. She winces slightly as my pinches become more aggressive. I back off and massage them lightly. Her breathing is ragged with desire. The arousal is building inside both of us.
Her: I can't believe I'm letting him come so near me, so close, so soon. I can't resist his touch. He's massaging my breasts, playing with my erect nipples. He's pinching and twisting them roughly but it feels so damn good. I'm getting so wet.
The moisture saturates my center and seeps down my inner thighs. His silk boxers are clinging to my cunt. I use the "c" word to describe my vagina because no other word describes it better. It's my cunt and more importantly, it's his C.U.N.T., it belongs to him. Every sopping inch of it. He can make me feel so wicked.
