We got up from bed an hour after I had changed his mind…finally. He wrapped his arms around me whilst I cooked us breakfast, and kissed me on my neck tenderly. I smiled in response, unable to stop myself, but knowing that I still needed to talk to him about yesterday.

''Will it be possible…for me to ever get enough?'' He asked me casually, confusing me after we had shared silence between us for such a long time.

''Of what?'' I asked him confused.

''Of you.'' He replied, making me blush hard. His hands were running up and down my sides seductively, as his lips were still urgently warm on my neck. I shuddered in delight, before I could stop myself.

''I can never get enough.'' He added, between urgent kisses. ''Every time that I think I can wait…I cant get enough of you. I never can.'' He admitted, making me shudder delightfully. What could you say to something like that?

Besides…''Wow,'' I replied in shock. ''And I thought that I was bad.''

''You're the same?''

''Entirely; in fact I imagine my needs are even worse…just to be touching you…I need you constantly.'' I admitted because it was true. I was still blushing a bright red in response to my words, despite the truthness of it all.

''I feel exactly the same. I thought it was just me.'' He admitted, making me huff in response. He had no idea.

''You have no idea.'' I replied, because it was the truth. I served our breakfast up then, so that I didn't have an excuse to drag him to our bedroom right now, and do things to him that I had been wanting to do all morning…

I needed to speak to him though, because it couldn't wait. I didn't feel as though I had had the chance to tell him how sorry I was, and I truly was sorry. Yesterday, I was way out of order and he needed to know it.

''I need to talk to you.'' I warned him as we took our seats at the kitchen table. He watched me closely as I took a seat next to him, after getting our cutlery, and I clearly heard him gulp in response.

''That doesn't sound too good.'' He realized.

I shrugged in response. ''I need to apologize.'' I reminded him. He watched me confused, not seeming to realize why I needed to apologize for. Shouldn't it have been obvious why? I acted like a total bitch yesterday.

''You do?'' He asked me confused.

''Uh yeah…after yesterday.'' I reminded him, making him sigh heavily. I looked to see him shake his head in response.

''Forget it. You apologized yesterday, and I know it was only because you were angry.'' His answer frustrated me.

''So that gives me the right to have a go at you, does it?'' I demanded, shouting at him before I knew what I was doing. He watched me in shock; my mood swings making him as confused as how I felt.

''For fuck sake, I'm doing it again!'' I complained, putting my head in between my hands and exhaling in a rush in frustration. Why did I have to be such a bitch for? He was my Husband, and I was supposed to love him like mad, but I wasn't fucking proving it right now!

''Charlie, Charlie, it's alright.'' It took me a minute to realize why his hand was on my arm, with him trying to comfort me. Because I was being stupid, and tears were slipping past my eyes. Sobs were forcing their way out of my mouth, making me cry harder.

''N-No, it's not R-Rob. I keep having a g-go at you, and it's n-not fair. And I d-don't even know w-why I'm f-fucking crying f-for!'' I complained in between loud, gasping sobs. I tried to hide my tear-stained face, because I felt nothing but humiliation.

''Forget it, honestly.'' He begged me, trying to wrap his arms around me. God, how embarrassing was I? All I seemed to keep doing lately was cry and get all stressed with people. With people I loved, Rob being the most important.

I knew that he hated people crying, but I didn't know what was wrong with me. I couldn't stop myself from being this person who even I hated. I didn't know why I was acting like such a bitch for.

''I-I don't kn-know what's wrong w-with me.'' I told him because it was true. He held me to his chest, waiting until my awkward crying started to die down.

''Nothing is wrong with you, don't be silly. You know that I don't take what you say to heart when you're angry.'' He promised me, kissing the top of my head. ''I just let you get over it, and I'm fine.'' He promised me.

I stopped crying then, feeling every bit of an idiot as he held me to him gently. God, I felt like I was having a fucking breakdown or something!

''I feel so stupid.'' I admitted, whilst he gently rubbed my right cheek. He sighed in response, kissing and rubbing away my tears.

''Well you really shouldn't feel silly. You've done nothing wrong.''

''Besides embarrass myself.'' I added, huffing at him in response.

He sighed heavily in response, pulling me away, and pulling my face up so that I could see the sweet expression on his face. He was smiling, his expression soft, and as he gently stroked my right cheek, I knew by the never ending, needy craving inside of me that I needed to kiss him. Now.

I reached up and shocked him by urgently pressing my lips to his. He gasped in shock, before he was pulling me close to him, as close as we could possibly be. I climbed on him, knocking our finished breakfasts out of the way in my eagerness to get to him.

My fingers were already clawing at his shirt, and I undid them eagerly, pushing it out of the way with each button that I undid. He broke away from my urgent kiss, and watched me with lust filled eyes, absolute breathless, and looking an absolute god.

''I want you. Now.'' He promised me in a rough, eager voice. I gulped back the delighted lump that had clawed it way all up my throat, and nodded my reply. ''I was thinking the exact same thing.'' I admitted because it was true. He pressed his lips urgently to mine, and my legs wrapped around his waist as we clambered to and up the stairs.

By the time we had even got to our bed, our clothes were already on the floor in our eager need to get to each other. My legs were still wrapped around him, and with he pulled into me gently, slowly.

With every thrust of his eager hips, he was met with my own; my fingers desperately clawing at his back to press him gently and more into me. We kissed perfectly in sync, our breathy moans filling the room as he quickened his movements inside of me.

I moaned, thrusting my body further up desperately to reach him. ''Rob,'' I sighed under my breathe. The sensations were hitting me from absolutely everywhere, and it was all his fault. He felt too good like this, inside me.

My eyes rolled into the back of my head as his movements were more urgent than before, telling me that he was close.

''Oh god…I…'' he tried, but gave up after huffing. He let himself bury deeper into me, panting and moaning just as he released inside of me. I shifted my body as I felt myself start to release too. My stomach backed me up on that.

My muscles clenched around him, as it took me exactly ten seconds after he had released for me to reach that same way. ''Oh god…Rob…I love you.'' I promised him, tightening my hold around his fingers.

''Uhnn…love you too Charlie…my beautiful, stunning wife.'' I shivered in response, delighted with the response. Even if this moment couldn't last forever…

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