Ragnhild looked in the mirror and sighed. She couldn't stay in the bathroom any longer. She had been stalling, taking longer than normal, hoping Tyler would fall asleep before she got back out in the room. She wasn't kidding anyone. She knew he would be there, expecting sex as always.
The problem wasn't that the sex was bad. It was freaking amazing. The problem was that they were having too much of it. Like any other new couple, they couldn't keep their hands off each other for long but it was too much. She was still damn sore after last night, this morning and even this afternoon where they snuck in a quickie in a small bathroom at the arena.
She sighed again and shook her head. She just had to suck it up and get it over with no matter how sore she felt. She loved that he always wanted her but she could use a break. She just didn't know how to tell him. She was afraid he might leave her if she didn't cater to his needs. She took a deep breath and walked out of the bathroom.
He looked up and down her naked body and smirked as she walked towards the bed. She crawled up on it and into his arms. He immetiately kissed her deeply, working his hot lips away from hers and down to her neck.
"You're so fucking sexy," he said seductively.
She didn't mean to break down but she couldn't stop the tears from escaping her eyes. He felt it right away, her body shaking although she tried to lie as still as possible. His lips left her skin and his concerned eyes looked into hers.
"Ragnhild? What's wrong, baby?" He asked.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. It's really nothing," she answered.
"It's clearly something when you're crying," he reached his hand up to dry her cheeks. "You know you can tell me anything."
She let out a deep sigh while trying to work up the courage. It was now or never.
"It's just... I'm kinda hurting," she said.
"Where? Did you hurt yourself during your match?" He asked.
"No," she looked down at his chest, feeling embarrassed for some reason. "Down there."
"Down where?" He asked.
"Down... there," she emphasized the word.
He looked down her body before finally catching on.
"Oh!" He blurted out.
"Big oh," she said. "Sex with you is amazing, Tyler, but my body can't keep up. I'm so fucking sore, you won't even believe it."
"I'm so happy you say that," he said.
Her eyes snapped back up and found his eyes again.
"You are?" She asked.
"God, yes. I feel like my dick is about to fall off, trying to keep up with your high sex drive. I thought for sure I had to fake an injury soon just to get one night where all we do is sleeping," he said.
"And I tried to keep up with your high sex drive," she said.
A few seconds of silence before both of them started laughing at the same time.
"We're so stupid. It's not embarrassing to talk about things like that," he said.
"I was scared you might leave me," she confessed.
"Never, baby," he pulled her close. "I do have something I've been wanting to tell you for a while now but I've been too scared. I think the moment is right."
"What is it?" She asked.
He gave her a tender kiss before pulling away just enough to look in her eyes again.
"I love you, Ragnhill," he said.
"Aw, Ty-Ty teddy," she blushed slightly and smiled. "I love you too."