No nookie and grouchy as hell

Seven days of nothing.  Seven days of half-ass seduction, teasing, mock-ard0r, tempting, passionate kissing leading to… n o t h i n g.  We can’t seem to make it happen.  Too tired, too stressed, too hungry, too busy, too pissed-off.  We are out of sync.  I’ve spent more time with my fingers and vib than with my husband this week.  I love to pleasure myself but nothing compares to pulsating bodies.    What is it about no nookie that makes us grouchy as hell?

Finally, we ate, rested, showered and went to bed naked.  Silence and darkness.  I felt his body slide closer, his skin warm, touching me.  Spooning.  I turn, we kiss.  and kiss some more.  His weight rolling on top of me, pressing into me.  His body hard, ridged.  Breathing deeply, I take in his smell.  Kissing his neck, palms on his shoulders, squeezing, shivering as his lips move from my face to my neck, trailing down my body, my collar bone, belly.  Teeth nibbling at my hip bone, driving me nuts.  Moaning as he goes lower…

and…

and…

coming down from our climaxes, lying in the darkness, breathing slows and I start to cry.  Not a bad cry, just a little cry.  An emotional cry.  I needed our bodies to connect.  I feel better.  Lots better.