They always say not to go to bed angry, but it can’t always be helped. This wasn’t a particularly big argument. Not even an argument I would say, more just one of those days where you’re irritated with each other for no tangible reason. It was a bad day mentally for me, and I shut him out. I know I shouldn’t, I know it’s something to work on, but I can’t win every day, and I don’t expect him to just accept it and take it with a smile.
As we said good night, we rolled our backs to each other (typical ‘I’m mad at you’ position). But no matter what happened during the day, during the night we would always curl into each other. This night was no different. I, being a light sleeper, woke up with his arms around my stomach, his body pressed flush with my back. As I tried to wiggle back into sleep, I heard him groan, and something prodding my ass. Let me rephrase that; it wasn’t a groan; it was a moan. I giggled, softly trying not to wake him, but it seemed that ship had sailed. My wiggling caused him to hold me tighter, burying his face in my neck, and when I giggled, he began lightly thrusting from behind.