The Difference

Chapter 34

“Are we going to talk about this?”

His arm was over his eyes and his head was averted. Not a very communicative stance. Reaching over and turning off the light only had temporarily blinded her to the dark, but now her eyes had adjusted. She noticed his chest was still rising and falling fast. The sweat decorating his skin made him seem to gleam in the room. Yeah, he could act all shut off, but there had been nothing contained about his lovemaking or his climax just seconds earlier.

After he had withdrawn from her body, he had reached over for the light control remote with such speed, Lisa had been surrounded by white spots dancing before her in the now obscure room.  Probably aftershock sparks resulting from the blinding orgasm she had just survived. How silly to think he was over it.

Whatever it was.

Come on, Lisa. You know what he is still pissed about. You did it again: you questioned his feelings.

Which did not stop him from fucking her.  How mad could he be? Mad enough to use a condom. What the heck was wrong with him today?

Ok, that was a silly question. During their lovemaking she had felt it with every touch and every trust. He needed reassurance. Plus, he was livid, and he was taking it out on her body. Which was not a bad thing in itself.  There was something about Michael in one of his dark moods that had always thrown her straight into the eye of the storm.   

Knowing her body as he did, he could hurt her in just the right way without ever injuring her physically. While he could be forceful when playing as well, it was usually the seconds after their orgasm carried them into oblivion when his true inner life revealed himself. 

It was either joking and cuddling, or silence.

Today it was the latter.

So, instead of holding her to him, he had simply plopped himself next to her. His muteness a crashing, atonal symphony ringing painfully in her heart.

“Michael?”

His head turned away from her under his arm. Christ! This was so fucking childish!

“Yo, Michael. Can you please grow up and talk to me?”

“About?”

Well, that was progress. A verbal answer.

“The way you just made love to me.”

“What? Wasn’t it good for you? Got complaints now, too?  Not loving you right again?”

She might imagine it but it seemed he mumbled something about ‘women never being happy’ under his breath. Beneath the shield of his arm.

Oh bother. Yeah, her screams had been full of complaints as he fucked her so hard she was seeing stars. She had been on her hands and knees, but the force of his last thrusts had pushed her onto her elbows. One of his hands was in her hair, having it twisted around his hand, pulling her head back, while the other rested on the heated skin of her ass which he had smacked before.

Lisa rolled over, leaning onto her elbow, trying to unlodge his arm, making him face her.

“Ok, I can see we do need to talk about it again. I apologized. I didn’t mean to make it sound like I thought you didn’t love me.”