Crawl To Me

“So what do you want?” I asked, staring incredulously at the man who’d just confessed he thought our sex live was getting stale. It wasn’t arrogance that brought on my surprise, but genuine shock. I’d thought we’d had it pretty damn good, to be honest. We’d tried as many positions from the Kama Sutra that were achievable for people that didn’t practise yoga, played with toys, tried spanking and tying up... the list went on.

Jesse met my gaze, then shrugged.

“I don’t know, Daniella. I just know that what we’re doing now isn’t... enough for me. I love you, I really do, but I just don’t feel fulfilled in the bedroom.”

The way he shrugged made it seem like it didn’t matter to him. Like he was happy just to throw our relationship away, rather than reaching inside himself to work out what he really wanted. His seemingly nonchalant attitude sent a wave of anger through me so intense that I didn’t know what I’d done until Jesse’s head snapped back. He turned back to me, his eyes wide with shock and reached a hand up to rub his rapidly reddening cheek. My palm tingled.

Seconds later, the mood changed. And all because I couldn’t take my eyes from his face. I watched as the shock disappeared from his expression and was replaced with something else. His nostrils flared, his eyes narrowed and his breath hitched. Unless I was totally mistaken, he was... aroused. A glance at his denim-clad...