�Fucking Kevin, I wish he would stay off my ass.�
He stomped around the room mumbling foul words and throwing things around.
�Nick, just relax ok, there is no need to get yourself worked up. Either talk it out like an adult or let it go.�
He looked at her with such anger she instantly regretted saying anything. It must have been worse than she thought,
�You don�t know what you�re talking about so drop it.�
She shook her head and decided to take his advice turning her back on him and concentrating on the television. It was getting harder and harder to be patient with him. She was beginning to wonder if it was worth it anymore. He seemed to read exactly what she was thinking and felt bad for always taking his anger out on her. For the first time he noticed she was wearing nothing but his light blue Oxford button down shirt. It was much too big for her and only her fingertips were visible at the end of the sleeves. He walked up to her and hugged her from behind,
�I�m sorry.� She sighed,
�Whatever Nick, it gets old.� He began to place soft kisses on her neck. She left his arms and went to look out of the window,
�Damn it, what do you want from me?� She turned to see the tears in his eyes just before he walked into the bedroom,
�Guess it really is worse than I thought�, she whispered. She followed him into the bedroom but stood at the door. He stared at her so intensely it made her nervous. She didn�t know what to do with her hands so she just kept twirling the edge of his shirt and looking at the fabric wrap around her fingers. She was startled by his sudden demand,
�Come here.� She felt like a little child. Unsure of his intentions she slowly made her way over to him. He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her into a kiss. It was unlike the way he usually kissed her. There was nothing sweet and soft about this kiss. It was urgent and aggressive. He placed one hand flat on the small of her back and the other held the back of her head as if he tried to keep her from leaving. He began to walk her backwards until she couldn�t move. He turned her around and her face was now against the wall. He began to kiss and lick the back of her neck and all she could hear was his deep breathing in her ear,
�Nick, what�� before she could finish his fingers were at her mouth,
�Please. Please don�t tell me no.� His hands slid down the front of her body and from the bottom, began to unbutton the shirt while he continued to kiss on her neck. Once the shirt was unbuttoned he slid it off and exposed her completely nude body, he let his fingers lightly graze her back. The feeling caused her to shiver,
�Are you cold?� She breathed,
�No, just in love.� It brought a smile to his face and he turned her around and walked her to the bed. Once she was lying on the bed he looked down at her and began to undress himself rapidly. In a moment he was leaning over her. This was less about romance and more about need. He supported himself on his arms and entered her.
He placed his head in the crook of her neck and proceeded to fill her as he ran his fingers through her hair. She knew this was not about her this time, it was about him and that was ok with her. She just wanted him to feel good. She knew he needed this. He needed to feel loved and accepted. She rubbed his back and lightly ran her nails up and down his back. She could hear his loud moans and words of pleasure as he began to take a firm grasp of her hair. It was almost a little painful and suddenly he let go of her hair. She hadn�t expected to get a release but when he reached down and began to massage her with his thumb she began to moan,
�Hmmm Nick, please don�t stop.� He continued to stroke her, going faster and faster. Once he began to bite on her neck she was through. She held him tightly and exploded moaning loudly. Hearing her and feeling her breath was all it took before he lost control. He raised his head and kissed her to muffle the sounds of his pleasure. He continued to kiss her on the chin and ran his tongue down her neck. He looked into her eyes,
�Thank you.� She smiled and brushed his hair from his eyes,
�You don�t have to thank me for loving you.�
�Ok, but thank you anyway. I�m sorry; I shouldn�t take it out on you. I�ll do better I promise.� She kissed his forehead,
�I know.�
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