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build again and groaned loudly into his mouth. The
thought of having him inside me again was all I needed, as I hit the crest of
my orgasm I bit his lip viciously, taking out some of my anger towards him. I
sucked the blood that trickled out, before releasing his head and falling
forwards onto his chest and burying my face into his neck. ‘Fuck Mia that hurt,’
he muttered. He clutched me to him as I tried to calm down again.
    ‘You
deserved it. You make it sound like I’m some desperate orgasm junkie,’ I said
feeling hurt.
    ‘Mia,’ he
sighed. ‘Do you know how much it means to me to know that I affect you as badly
as you do me? There’s absolutely nothing wrong with that. You need me sexually
as much as I do you and I love that about you, I love that about us .’
    ‘It’s not
just about sex. You make out like I’m only after you for your dick,’ I
grumbled.
    ‘I know you
love me Mia, but you also love my cock just as much and trust me, I’m really happy about that.’
    ‘Yet you’re
still not going to fuck me now?’ I asked leaning back and looking at him.
    ‘No, because
you want sex to avoid dealing with our discussion and your anger. Right now
it’s all about sex and not about me. So I’m going to take you to my bed and
hold you tightly as you sleep it off. Hopefully you’ll wake up in a better mood
and we can order some food and watch our movies.’ He pulled his fingers out of
me and grabbed the soap and gently washed me as I closed my eyes and enjoyed
it. When he was done, he pulled me back closer to him and I felt his erection,
bobbing in the water, brush against my thigh.
    ‘You’re
hard,’ I whispered as I reached down to grip him, but he grabbed my hand.
    ‘No. Bed.’
He pushed me down the other end of the bath and jumped out as I sat looking at
him in disbelief as he wrapped a towel around himself and put out a hand and
pulled me up.
    ‘But you’re
hard, I need to make you come.’
    ‘I’m not
keeping score Mia, it’s not about I gave you one now it’s my turn. I’ll fuck
you again when it’s not just about what’s between my legs.’
    He was
right, I was still wound up and angry with him and sex was a great
stress reliever. He wrapped the towel around me as I sighed and my shoulders
slumped in defeat. He gently rubbed me dry then threw the towel in the corner
along with his and led me back into his bedroom. We climbed into bed and he set
his alarm for six giving us a couple of hours to rest. He curled around me and
I closed my eyes, exhausted.
    ‘Gabe,’ I
whispered.
    ‘Yes?’
    ‘I didn’t
mean it when I said I hated you earlier, I’m really sorry.’
    ‘I know
baby.’
    ‘And it is
about you, if it was just about sex I could go get that anywhere, but I don’t
want to, I only want you.’
    ‘Thanks,
but you’re still angry with me and that’s not how I want you. Go to sleep,’ he
said as he kissed the top of my head.
     
    I was in
the middle of a dream when I heard Gabe whispering and half opened my eyes to
see him get out of bed and walk to the bathroom on his phone. I was so tired I
closed them and was sure I heard him raising his voice with someone, but I was
dreaming again within minutes.
     
    When I woke
up again I was alone in the bed. I looked at the clock and it was quarter to
six. I sat up and saw that he’d put one of my clean g-strings on the end of the
bed, a pair of black jogging bottoms and a red long sleeved t-shirt. The
joggers were way to big and even tying them I was tripping up again like last
time, so I left them off and just pulled on the t-shirt, which hung off me. I
went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth and gasped when I saw an enormous
bruise on the side of my neck. He’d given me a love bite. I groaned, I hated
them in visible places, I always thought how common girls looked with them
everywhere. As I walked back through to the bedroom, he was sitting on the bed
and had put on his grey joggers again and a black t-shirt.
    ‘How