We had had an argument and for some reason, that damn fool wouldn't leave it alone. He kept goading and picking and saying shit that was infuriating. I didn't know why he wouldn't just go somewhere and shut up and forget it but he wouldn't. Finally, I just screamed at him to leave me alone and told him to go straight to hell.
I was so angry I couldn't see straight and I was walking to our bedroom when he came racing up behind me and grabbed my hands, "And now I suppose since you're so pissed off that we won't have sex again until you want to, right?"
"You jackass!" I hissed, "You piss me off and now you want to fuck me?"
"I don't want you to turn your back and tell me no for days or weeks. We need to hash this out before we go to bed."
"Hash my ass, I'm going to bed. I said what I had to say. Leave me alone!"
It was almost 3 in the morning and we'd been at it for hours. I was tired, furious and drained emotionally. All I wanted to do was sleep. I went to take a shower hoping to cool off my rage and hoped that I would be able to rest.
The water was calming and I stood there enjoying the way the water felt on my flesh. And then I started thinking.
I had always said I would never withhold sex from my man just because we had had a fight. I said I wanted to settle things before we went to bed. Going to bed mad was never a good idea for a relationship but the truth was I was still angry with him.
I applied my baby oil on my wet body as I always did. I wrapped myself in my robe that helped the oil absorb into my skin better leaving me with soft, radiant skin. I had always taken care of my skin and it was one of the things my man liked about me.
Black Mamas are legendary for using oils and Vaseline on our bodies when we are babies and we always start out with glowing, soft skin. I had kept using the methods my mother had and my skin was in great shape. I applied some of the fragrant coconut scented oil I used on my skin and my hair and I braided my hair and brushed my teeth and went into the bedroom. I slipped into my nightgown and climbed into bed, my brain racing a million miles a minute. Sleep was a long way away, unfortunately.
No sooner did I lie down than he came into the bedroom. He gave me a long hard look and started undressing.
He was no slouch either. He had a nice tanned firm body with big wide shoulders and chest and long legs. We both had bikes that we rode all over on for exercise and we both practiced yoga and had for years. His big chest was covered with brown hair and he had a very sweet cock that was for some reason at half mast.
He climbed into bed and turned off the light. We lay there, aware of the others breathing but didn't say a word. Neither of us was going to sleep for a while.
"So will you slap me if I touch you?" he asked, his voice even in the darkness.
I didn't answer. I felt his hand on my thigh and I was angry all over again. I sat up and looked down at him.
"No, I won't slap you."
I climbed on top of him and stared down at him. I loved his hazel eyes and his dark hair. But I was angry with him.
"You want to fuck? Ok, we'll fuck," I said.
I saw the slight smile on his lips and it infuriated me. He grabbed me and flipped me over so that he was on top of me.
