Rupert was thinking that she was kissing him because she wanted to do this. He wasn’t aware that she was pushing him. He wasn’t trying to force her, he thought she wanted that but he wasn’t able to think clearly, he was consumed with arousal. That made Greta angry. Was he trying to have her forcefully?
She got furious and she slapped him, then kicked him but his comprehension, in his state of mind at that moment, led him to think that these were her flirting games. He was trying to hold and kiss whatever she hit him with. Her hands, feet and if he could reach there, her neck and body. He wasn’t himself at the moment.
And while fighting him off, she got turned on too. She already was. Her mind was struggling too because this was her loving husband whom she loved and desired too. But there was a problem, she told him not to do it and just or unjust, it was for a reason. He didn’t argue that at that time. Forcing himself on her was something she couldn’t accept. She didn’t want him to win, having sex with her when she didn’t let him clearly was an awful thing. It could ruin everything, their marriage completely.
She was confused because of all these thoughts and her arousal. Her mind was going back and forth, considering to let him continue or not. And what was it about not kissing her pussy? How could he not want to do that? She wanted their sex life to be more than poking his dick in her. She had to tame him or break him, on both controlling his urges and doing things other than he thought he knew.
While fighting, of course Rupert wasn’t aware that they were fighting, she managed to capture his head between her legs. Rupert wasn’t expecting that. He couldn’t move and she kept him like that. She was waiting for him to calm down, at first cursing him in her own language but then calming down herself as well. But he was struggling and at one point he managed to escape but she moved fast to lock his neck between her thighs, his face being right in front of her pussy.
That sight made her change her mind. She was going to try again. This was turning her too much, she wanted it to happen. She was going to force him.
That night, they both were out of control, doing wrong things.
She said “Kiss.”
Rupert, lying there helplessly, feeling bad that he was overpowered by that girl again. He was also feeling bad because he understood that he was trying things which weren’t nice, they were awful. He was feeling upset at that moment. He didn’t want to add that humiliation to all those feelings as well. Because this time, he was definitely sure that she wanted him to kiss her private parts to make him eat humble pie. If he knew more about sex or conversations about sex, this idiom would probably ring some naught bells in his head.
He resisted. She squeezed him. He said “Please, Greta, don’t make me do this. I will feel bad about it. I’m sorry.”
She said “Kiss.”
He knew she wasn’t going to let him go. He kissed her pussy, without enthusiasm.
But his mind wasn’t there, he wasn’t feeling horny or finding this sexy. He felt like he tried to force himself on her and got beaten in return. How stupid was he? She kept him there more.
Rupert’s mood was constantly changing. This looked like their nuptial night. He started to convince himself by remembering that he didn’t regret that night, it was a good night. Thinking such things started to turn him on. And that smell. A few inches away from his nose, her womanhood was trying to hypnotize him with that alluring fragrance.
She said “Kiss” again.
He slowly moved his face forward and he really kissed it this time, keeping his lips there longer.
This time he got confused because this felt good. The warm and soft part of her felt cozy. His brain was constantly producing reasons and excuses to comfort him about this. This was his wife’s womanhood and it was also his. And it felt good to kiss it. It really did. Rupert felt that he wanted to go on doing that. This was hotter than using his fingers on her.
But his conditioning wasn’t letting him go. He managed to decide that it was wrong.
Greta noticed the enthusiasm in his last kiss, so she loosened the grip of her legs to let him go. She was hoping that he was going to do it without being told.
He didn’t. He moved away, lied down on his side and turned his back. He wasn’t feeling OK.
He still had a hardon thinking what happened and how he liked it, feeling ashamed that he liked it. Feeling angry at her for making him do it. Cursing himself, thinking of his own actions, feeling afraid that she could hate him for those. Felt pathetic seeing his own weakness, submitting to his desires and kissing her private parts, when he was overpowered by his wife again.
These thoughts consumed him when he was getting ready to sleep. He hoped Greta didn’t hate him for all of his wrong actions, thinking that, he even forgot he was angry at her.
Greta looked at him for a long time, sitting near him, feeling bad about everything happened that night. She hated herself. He got out of control because of her silly games. He was always kind and sincere to her but she made him unhappy because of that stupid ambition of hers to change things, rush into new experiences. She felt ashamed and hoped that she could win Rupert’s heart again. She said “Sorry, I love you, Rupert. Rupert?”
He said “I’m sorry too, please forgive me. I’m too ashamed. Let’s talk tomorrow, OK?” in a soft voice, without looking at her. He didn’t want her to see the teardrop he was feeling in his eye. It was wrong for a man to cry. Greta lied down next to him, wrapping him with her arm on his chest and leaning her head to his. They both needed to feel each other’s warmth that night, they both needed compassion. Rupert put his hand over hers and they slept like that.
When they woke up, it was funny that both of them were thinking ways to redeem themselves, repair what happened. It was funny because they spent some time looking at each other sadly, not finding the courage to talk or touch each other. Finally, Greta approached him and kissed him, finding the warm response in Rupert’s lips. She said “Sorry, I love you.”
Rupert heard her say that at night but he was startled a bit this time. He did the worst thing he could do to her but she was apologizing. He said “I’m sorry too, Greta, I love you too. I won’t do anything that stupid again. Please forgive me.”
That night and that morning proved them something important. Their bond was already strong. It would take too much more to damage their marriage.
Greta tried to tell him that she will never push him do things he doesn’t want. It took time but he got the general idea. He told her how he was feeling ashamed that he forced himself on her and it didn’t take long for her to understand that his intention wasn’t that. She already knew but she was thinking that he couldn’t resist his urges. She understood that he wasn’t aware that she was trying to stop him.
They were too sentimental at that moment, otherwise it could be when their first daylight sex happened.