Glory's body was still too tired for sex, but her mind wasn't. She shuddered lustily as he firmly cupped the bottom of her ass cheeks. She whispered in his ear, "Let's make love."
"Are you sure? I'd rather we didn't, actually."
She did a double-take at that. "Wait. Why not? PROVE that I'm yours by fucking me as only you can!" She thought back to Garth and her other lovers before Alan, and their efforts in bed, and snorted with amusement.
"Well, you can feel my erection pressing into you, right? Rubbing over your bush?"
"Oh God, yes!" She shivered and shuddered again.
"It's not because my body doesn't want to. But I don't want you to think that I'm just out to fuck you because that's all there is between us, and that every time we're together we have to have sex. As much as I love that, I love just talking and cuddling with you, too."
She frantically unzipped his fly and whipped his dick out. As she stroked it, she exclaimed, "So do I! But young man, you can't get me all excited with these gifts and then just go. Sometimes, sex is really good! You need to 'seal the deal' and show me just how much you love me. If you say I belong to you, young man, then, God dammit, assert your ownership already!"
He couldn't resist that challenge. But he knew that her body was tired, and he wasn't feeling up to some big sexual marathon, either. She was already guiding his firm pole towards her slit, but he held it too, and stopped it right at her pussy lips.
As a subtle tug of war went on down below, he said, "Lover, I want you to understand that I love you for being you, your mind and your body, and more than that, your heart and your soul. This isn't just about sex. I don't want you to think that I want you only because I love your deep throats and fucking your pussy so much."
"I don't! Trust me, you have my total okay to fuck me now!" She was effectively jacking him off while his cockhead rubbed back and forth over her pussy lips. It was driving her mad with desire.
But he stuck to his principles. "I didn't come here to get off; I came here to comfort you and give you the gifts of my love. So what I want to do is pamper you and make YOU happy. By putting my collar on, you've shown that you're my woman. Now I want to show you that I'm your man."
With that, he picked her up and carried her to her bedroom.
As exhausted as she was, she couldn't help wrapping her arms around him and sucking on his neck as he carried her.
He laid her down on her bed, kissing her here and there all the while.
However, he kept his own clothes on. Then, contrary to what she'd been expecting, he lay between her legs and began eating her out.
She protested, "I love it! You can do that for as long as you want, young man, but swing your body around so I can do you too. We don't sixty-nine nearly enough."
He paused his oral attentions long enough to look up and look into her eyes. "True, but nope. This is all about you. I'm making a point here. I want to do absolutely nothing but work on giving you pleasure. You mean the world to me, and I want to show it."
She started to get a little choked up, but she fought off tears. Her voice trembled a bit as she said, "Thanks. I really... Thank you." She closed her eyes and let him lap away on her sex.
She thought, He is a total bastard. It's not enough that he has to steal my body; it's his stealing my heart that's the real killer! How can I not love him? You know, it's funny. When I was dating Garth all those months, Garth was never this romantic, nor did he ever fuck me as often as Alan does, not to mention how much BETTER and longer Alan fucks me. And yet Alan has all these other women that he apparently finds time for too. I don't know how he manages, but the bottom line is, I feel completely loved!
After giving her a few more loving and intimate licks, he paused to say, "What we did before, the collar and deep throat thing, that was kind of wild. My 'Bad Alan' side was soaring on feelings of domination. But while that was a blast, that's not really what our relationship is about. We're partners. So, now, it's time for you to be in charge. Let me be your love slave."
She thought, "Kind of wild?" If he only knew about my fucked up wedding fantasy! But he's right; there's no doubt he's driving this train, but I need to feel some balance. I have to be the strong woman he expects me to be. So she said, "Okay, slave, lick me out!"
He laughed. "I thought that was what I was doing already."
"I know, but now you're doing it because I told you. Let's see you do the alphabet trick. I know you know how to do that. And do it on your knees with your hands behind your back, the same way you had me blow you."
So he continued eating her out, kneeling between her legs on the bed. Sometimes she gave him orders, but he knew what he was doing and was good at it, so she was generally content just to lie there and let him go at it.
He was determined for this to be all about her pleasure and not his, so he still refused to even take his pants off or unzip his fly, much to her continued annoyance, in order to make sure he wouldn't have an orgasm of his own. His erection wasn't exactly happy about this, but it wasn't so bad because there was no doubt he could get plenty of orgasmic satisfaction as soon as he returned home.
The mood remained relaxed and intimate. Both of them whispered sweet nothings that, at times, were quite serious declarations of love and commitment to each other.
Glory was very exhausted from her full day, and while her pussy tingled with pleasure at the work of his lips and tongue, she kept her eyes closed and grew increasingly drowsy.
Eventually, she came. Her climax didn't totally rock her world and leave her seeing stars, but then again, it wasn't meant to. This was a more intimate and quiet sharing and bonding experience.
Afterwards, she planned on just resting there a little longer and basking in a post-orgasmic glow before returning the sexual favor. But sleep snuck up on her, and she was out like a light.
For his part, Alan was pleased with his effort. He still wasn't that great at going down on women, but he was getting better. More importantly, he had managed to give her a special thank you that she fully deserved.
He felt kind of strange just leaving her apartment without saying goodbye, though. So he found a pen and paper and wrote her a small note:
Dear Glory,
Please get lots of rest. By the time you read this, hopefully it'll be a new day. Let's get together later in the day. We should probably talk about fight fallout, although I'd love just to spend more time with you. I'm going to prove to you how much you mean to me and that you didn't make a mistake in giving me a chance. I love YOU, all of you, heart, body, mind, and soul, and I meant it when I said I want to be with you forever.
Love,
Your "young man"
P.S.- Definitely get a lot of rest because I'm gonna fuck you within an inch of your life the next time I see you!
Although Alan liked to be romantic at times, he also couldn't suppress his possessive and mischievous sides too. He took the note, rolled it up, and slipped it under her collar, so it rested right at the base of her neck. Chuckling at that, he quietly let himself out of her apartment.