her with what she had planned.
When she was close enough, she kissed the middle of his chest, her hands sliding down his soap-slick body. She watched him carefully, her eyes not leaving his while he stood there, stunned by her ministrations. Jessica felt sexy and powerful as her fingers wrapped around his manhood, not tightly but firmly and watched as his eyes closed. Gaining confidence, she let her fingers explore the textures of that part of him that gave her so much pleasure. She slowly lowered herself down until she was kneeling in front of him. She opened her mouth but before she could get her first taste, Edward lifted her into his arms and took over. He kissed her so passionately, she thought she might be getting her wish, but he stepped back, rinsed off, then dried her sweetly after carrying her to the bed. He laid her there and kissed her everywhere, making her writhe underneath him. And only then would he move inside of her, filling her up and moving until she was once again crying out his name as her release washed over her.
A long time later, when their breathing was slightly back to normal, he shifted so that he was leaning over her and looked down into her exhausted, brown eyes. “What was that about?” he asked gently but with a stern expression on his face.
She reached up and touched his cheek softly. “I just wanted to do that to you.”
“It’s not necessary,” he said and kissed her neck.
She wanted to talk about what had happened, but he stood up, pulling her along with him. “We need to hurry or our dinner will be cold,” he said and disappeared into his closet. She grabbed her robe and considered following him, but she was just too angry right now.
Instead of putting her dress back on, she pulled on a pair of yoga pants and a tee shirt that skimmed along her waist, making her feel pretty with an athletic twist. When he emerged from his closet in a pair of slacks and a sweater, she looked him up and down. “Don’t you own a pair of jeans?” she asked.
“Of course. I don’t wear them to dinner though.”
She put her hands on her hips and glared at him. “Is someone coming to dinner?” she demanded.
He smiled down at her murderous expression, finding her irritation with his clothes cute. “Are you angry that I won’t wear jeans?”
She released her breath, blowing her hair out of her face. “Of course not. You can wear whatever you are comfortable in. I was just wondering why you thought it was necessary to dress up when it will only be the two of us in the room.”
He kissed her on the top of her head and walked towards the door. “Let’s go have this argument over dinner, shall we?”
She almost screamed when he walked out of the room, whistling as he descended the stairs. He didn’t get it but that was also her fault. Her mood had nothing to do with why he was more comfortable wearing slacks to dinner verses jeans. It had everything to do with why he was more comfortable doing everything to her during sex and not allowing her to do anything to him.
Slowly, she followed him down the stairs, wondering how she was going to bring up the subject. She was getting desperate, afraid that this might be the way it is for the rest of their marriage if she didn’t say something quickly. He might start to think she was fine with what he did during her moments of passion, but she was truly starting to hate sex, wanting more of a functional role in the activity versus simply a passive recipient.
She hated his irritating, annoying and downright obnoxious control!
By the time the weekend rolled around, she still hadn’t had the courage to try again, but things were getting desperate. Saturday night, she stood in front of her mirror, almost gritting her teeth with frustration. She pinned an earring in, a pretty pair of diamond earrings that Edward had given her earlier in the evening. Since they were getting ready to attend a dinner party with his business acquaintances, and the earrings went well with her black, sparkly cocktail dress, she decided to wear them instead of the glass beads she’d been intending to wear for the evening.
Unfortunately, Edward had been in and out of meetings so often lately, even coming home late from work so