You and Robert just returned home after a long night where you had to attend and receive awards for your latest acting roles. Robert ended up winning 3 and you 1. You left your coats and removed your shoes, feeling the first wave of relaxation after many hours.
"You'll get me next time" he says kind of proudly and kisses your lips.
"It doesn't matter, these awards are meaningless anyway"
"You're just saying that because you didn't win all of your nominees" he smirks playfully.
"I don't need an award to prove something, I know I can act just as good as you can, maybe even better on some occasions" you say and start your way to your bedroom.
"You can do plenty of non-acting stuff better than me, but I'd say we're both equally talented on screen"
"Actually, I'd dare to say I can do a couple acting stuff better than you" you smile.
"Oh really? Like what?" he reaches you mid stairs and asks.
"Better leave it alone" you reply happily and kiss his lips in an attempt to make him forget.
"No, I wanna know" he grabs your wrist stopping you from going upstairs.
"Ugh" you sigh but his eyes are staring at you.
"Fine" you exhale, regretting your decision to talk back in the first place.
"Well, I'm listening" he says, stubborn as ever.
"I can fake an orgasm better than you can" as soon as you say it you feel his grip getting loose on your wrist.
You continue your way upstairs, leaving him behind with his confused and shocked look, trying to realize your words. You remove your make up and then he reappears in the room. He doesn't say anything, he simply glares at you looking angry. You stand up and approach him, wanting to give him a kiss and soften him.
He grabs your face by your jaw with his hand and aggressively stops you before you can kiss him. He gently, but somehow still aggressively, changes your positions and pins you against a wall.
"How many times?" he asks with his deep voice.
"I'm not counting, it was just a joke come on" you reply calmly.
"You weren't counting?" he laughs ironically.
"So there has been at least two times" he inhales sharply.
"Robert, don't take this personally, really. Every woman has done it, we just need to do it sometimes" you try to reassure him.
"Not the women I've been with. Especially not my wife. I can't believe this" he complains and looks away.
"Baby-" your hands try to wrap themselves around his neck but he stops them midair.
He moves you backwards until you're on top of the bed together. With his hand still grabbing yours over your head you make out passionately. You can't help but love the feeling of his beard scratching your soft skin around your lips.
"I'm making up for those orgasms tonight" he takes a break from making out just to say.
"All of them" he pushes your hands hard against the mattress and starts grinding his erection against you.
You can sense his determination in his movements. He's kissing you with desire, lust, passion. His ego is hurt and it's a big deal hurting an ego that big. You want to speak and try to make him feel better but it's impossible. He's either kissing your lips, or making tricks with his tongue around your nipples causing you to lose your words.
