Today after work, my fiancé and I were running some last minute errands for his mother. We were both grumpy, and we had been arguing while we shopped. Nothing serious, just grumpy. As we exited one store and walked to the car, our argument boiled over.
him: “Do you want to go out for dinner after this?”
me: “I’ll just eat something at home.”
him: “Do you even have anything at home?”
me: What is that supposed to mean?
him: “It means I want to know if there’s any food in the fucking apartment.”
me: “I don’t know.”
him: “Bullshit.”
me: “I told you. I told you not to leave this until the last minute.”
him: “You’re right!”
me: “What?”
him: “You’re right. Fuck. I said you were right.”
We stood by the car and looked at each other for a minute. Have you ever channeled all your frustration into an argument, and then, once the argument was over, you were still filled with adrenalin and no where to put it?
me: “I’m sorry too.”
him: “Now what?”
me: “I don’t know.”
We stared at each other for a few seconds.Then, he pushed me roughly against the side of the SVU and pinned me against it with his body. As soon as my back hit the SVU, his mouth was on mine. This kiss was rougher than our kisses usually are; however, it still felt familiar. It had an undertone of affection that reminded me that this was the man I fell in love with when we were still both in college.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and carded my fingers through his hair. He wrapped his arms around the top of my back and squeezed possessively. When our kiss depended, and I sucked on his tongue, he groaned and lifted me to wrap my legs around his hips. We were pressed completely against each other. He ground against me roughly. I gasped, and he kissed me again. I can feel his cock through his jeans; he’s so hard right now. One of my hands is tangled in his hair at the back of his head. I use it as leverage to pull his head back to expose his neck. I kiss and suck at his neck as he grinds against me. After he gives a particularly hard thrust, we both pull back far enough to look each other in eye.
him: “We’re in the middle of a parking lot.”
me: “I don’t care.”
Slowly, keeping our eyes locked, I deliberately open the door of the SVU. I climb in, and I feel him follow me. We sit in the back seat facing each other. Then, we lean forward and start kissing. His hands pull my shirt over my head and throw my bra in the floor. Then he leans over me as his hands tease my breasts. My hands run up and down his chest as I slip his polo over his head. As I pushed him back against the seat and climbed into his lap, I thanked God that I’d gone with the tinted windows. Now that it was dark, no one could see in.
Settling into his lap, I ground against him. Even through the layers of our jeans, I could feel his cock, hard and pressing against me. I could feel myself, wet and hot. Shifting a bit, we yanked off our remaining clothes. I grabbed his hair in my hands so that I could expose his neck to kiss and suck it. My hands caressed his chest. His hands gripped my hips and rocked me against him. My bare pussy rubbed against his cock. For a long time, we stayed just like that. Slow, deep, drugging kisses. Hands tangled in hair. We explored each other’s bodies. His thumb teased my clit. My hand twisted up and down his cock.
There was no more point in taking things slow. We were both a mess, moaning and clutching at each other. The confined space of the SVU made the noise of our moans and gasps and whispers seem louder. I push his hand away, and I guide his cock inside me. We both moan loudly. He feels huge inside me, hot and hard. I still once he is completely inside. His hands caress my hips and my sides. My hands stroke his biceps. Soon my body has adjusted, and we can’t wait another minute. Experimentally, I squeeze the muscles of my pussy. He groans. Melting into him, I wrap my arms around his shoulders as I move up and and down on his cock. One of his hands is on my hips guiding me faster. The other is on my clit. His hips rock up to meet mine. We move quickly against each other, the time for teasing long gone. Our pace has become uncontrollable, and our kisses pecks instead of the deep kisses from before. All we can focus on is where we are joined. The air is filled with muttered curses and loud moans. We cling to each other.
I cum before I realize how close I am. My pussy spasms on his cock. My head falls back and try to muffle my scream of pleasure. My fiancé buries his face in my neck. Still basking in the afterglow, I start moving again, eager to watch him cum. It doesn’t take long. Once I start moving, he thrusts roughly against me, practically pulling me down on him. He pulls me down so he can be as deeply in me as possible as he cums. I collapse against his chest, and we cuddle each other for a moment as we recover. Slowly, we start putting our clothes back on. We keep one another close, anxious not to be far from each other. Our frustration and anger from earlier are gone like they never were.
me: “Dinner would be nice.”
He nods.
him: “That steakhouse we went to last week isn’t far from here.”
me: “I’d love that. Then, straight home.”
him: “I can’t wait to get you home.”
We get out of the car, and we move back to the front seats. As my fiancé pulls out of the parking place, he reaches over to link his hand with one of mine in my lap. I stroke his hand with my thumb.
His anger from earlier is completely gone, and I feel my chest swell with tenderness. We should end more arguments this way.