A Cold Wife, Sweet Husband

Her body was too wound up to relax, no matter what she did. She closed her eyes and counted backward. She imagined being at the beach with the sound of the surf pounding against the sand. Just the very nearness of him is driving me crazy.

She gritted her teeth and willed the building tension in her to die down, but the more she tried to resist it, the more she wanted him. Why doesn't he make a move toward me? Was he lying every time he expressed his d.e.s.i.r.e to consummate their marriage?

Through the next hour, she began to grow angry. He should at least say something or touch me or kiss me. He should do something to engage my interest as he has done on several occasions in the past when we were at the house. She heard his steady breathing.

Was he asleep? She frowned. Was she so dull that he could sleep with her next to him? She decided it was time to make him aware that she was beside him in a very intimate place. She had to be careful in how she did this since she didn't want him to think she was doing this on purpose.

She closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep as she rolled over so that she was facing him. She kept her eyes closed and wiggled toward him until her body lightly touched his. He feels so amazing! Finally!

He rolled off his back and on top of her. He kissed her passionately. The very intensity of his actions sparked a fire in her that raced through her entire body. He quickly sat up and unbuttoned his pajama shirt. He threw the shirt aside and lay back on top of her.

I was beginning to think you weren't going to permit me to do this, he whispered in her ear as his hands hungrily roamed her body, c.a.r.e.s.sing her b.r.e.a.s.ts and her h.i.p.s. You...you weren't asleep? she stammered, hardly able to focus on anything but how good he was making her feel. She pulled him closer to her.

Are you kidding? I've been too wound up to sleep. He kissed her neck. Then why didn't you do something? Though she tried to sound appropriately angry, she was enjoying his actions too much to give energy to that anger.

I promised to wait for you to tell me you wanted this. He kissed her again. I knew you weren't asleep. How could you know that? She heard him softly laugh. You weren't snoring.Oh. She had forgotten she told him that she did that. She pulled him closer to her as he continued to kiss her. She was hardly aware of the knocking on the door, but it continued until she realized she wasn't imagining it.

Leo yelled for the person to go away before he kissed her again. The knocking didn't stop. It seemed to only grow louder. Hands-on her h.i.p.s, Leo stopped kissing her and sat up, clearly annoyed. Who is it? he demanded, not hiding his agitation.

Mr. Davidson wants you downstairs right away, the person on the other side of the door informed him. She recognized Harrison Jr.'s voice. So did Leo. He looked as startled as she felt that he was there.

Go away, Harrison, he snapped. I'll be down there when I'm ready. He is quite insistent that it be now, the other man insisted. He rolled his eyes. I'll be down there when I'm ready, he repeated through clenched teeth.

Aren't you done with your wife yet? You've had all night. Suddenly feeling as if everyone knew what they were about to do, she moved away from Leo. Her face was hot from embarrassment. Leo heavily sighed and resigned himself to the task at hand. He climbed out of the bed and opened the door. I'll be there, he snapped.

Go away. She couldn't make out what Harrison told him, but she saw Leo's shoulders tense before he shut the door. When Leo turned to her, he g.r.o.a.n.e.d. I suppose if I got back into bed with you and continued what we started, he would return and bother us again. He angrily grabbed a clean pair of black pants and a green long-sleeved shirt.