“Then stop torturing both of us.” I get his pants open.
“I do touch you…” He loses the thread when my fingers wrap around him.
“Wrong.” I kiss along his throat while my hand moves. “I need you to fuck me, I don’t want your mouth or your fingers. I want your cock.”
His hands clamp down on me, holding me still. “You need to…”
“No.” I pump my fist, watching his face. “I’m not giving up.”
A sound rips from his throat. “Christ.”
He snatches my wrist hard, locking it in place. “I’ll get on my knees right fucking now,” he growls. “I’ll shove my face between your legs and tongue-fuck that sloppy wet cunt - lapping at your juices, sucking your fat clit while I ram two thick fingers knuckle-deep into your pulsing hole. I’ll finger-bang you mercilessly until you’re screaming, creaming all over my tongue and fingers like the desperate little slut you are.”
I wrench my hand back. “Stop offering me scraps.”
“Just hear me out…” He zips up, and I watch him retreat.
“Enough.” I cross my arms tight over my chest, glaring at him. “I’m sick of this shit. Bend me over this fucking desk right now and fuck me raw. Slam that thick cock into my dripping pussy and pound me until I forget my own goddamn name. Notthat gentle ‘eat me out like I’m made of glass’ bullshit. I want to be fucked hard.”
He drags his hand down his face. “How many times do we have to have this conversation?”
“You made a decision without me.” Heat floods my face. “I didn’t agree to celibacy. I agreed to marriage. To having your child. Not to being rejected every night.”
“I’m trying to protect you…” His voice rises to match mine.
“By rejecting me? By making me feel unwanted?” My voice cracks. “Great protection.”
“I’m trying to stop myself from hurting you!” His voice explodes. “I’m rough with you and I know I’ll lose control. What if….. what if I hurt you?”
“I’m not fragile!” I step toward him.
“You’re carrying my child!” He steps closer, his eyes wild. “Do you know what it would do to me if something happened? If I caused you to lose the baby because I couldn’t control myself?”
“That’s not going to happen…” I start.
“You can’t guarantee that.” His eyes are desperate.
“I had a full exam!” I’m grasping at straws. “Everything is normal!”
“She said no strenuous activity.” His voice hardens. “Have you forgotten how we fuck? Sex with me is not light activity,Vedma.”
“So what? You’re just never going to fuck me again? For the entire pregnancy?”
“Don’t put words in my mouth…” He holds up a hand.
“So tell me when!” I’m shouting. “What’s the magic moment when I’m allowed to have my husband back?”
“Stop exaggerating…” He turns away.
“I’m not exaggerating! You’re the one who won’t touch his own wife!”
He pinches the bridge of his nose. “Not this conversation again.”
“I’ll keep bringing it up until you listen!” My chest heaves.
“This is hard for me too…” He reaches for me.
“Then prove it!” I step into his space. “Stop talking and actually touch me!”