It was nearly thirty minutes now, not a word had been spoken. As I drove, I could see Elaine was biting her bottom lip. She wanted to talk, but couldn’t. This was ominous, I thought.
I knew she wasn’t herself when she had arrived two hours earlier. I had called her on her way to my place.
“I’m so horny… I really don't want you wearing panties when you get here”.
When I opened the door, there wasn’t even a hello. I grabbed her, kissing her passionately while running my hand up the back of her skirt.
She had done as I had asked. My fingers pressed against her bare ass and then ran around the front to the thin strip of bush that covered her pussy. She was already moist, ready for me. Our lips hardly parted on our way to the bedroom. Garment by garment, our clothes fell to the floor. She reached down to grab my hard cock and then suddenly, her face changed. She didn’t say anything but I knew that look.
Disappointment is a different emotion to hide, especially in those situations. But right now, I didn’t care about her satisfaction. I hadn’t seen her in three weeks and my balls felt like large coconuts. I didn’t want to go down on her now, just get my five-inch hard-on into her. Five inches that that were more spring onion than courgette. She verbalised her dissatisfaction without even realising it. “Are you in yet?” she asked.
“Yeah… can you feel me”? I replied
“Oh yeah, I can now… that’s nice,” Elaine replied.
This wasn’t the first time in our two-year on-off relationship we’d had this back and forth.
“You can go harder,” she sighed.
Two minutes later, she suggested putting a pillow under her ass so I could get deeper. It made no difference. Five minutes later, I was starting to soften. Not willing to wait, I pulled out and wanked as fast as I could until I came on her belly. Usually, she’d be okay with that. She understands when there are times I really need to blow. She’d seen my soft dick cum in her hand before we’d even got started in the past, to which she often just giggled.