All's Not Fair in Love and War Pg. 2

Doe! At my door. Tears. As I pulled him in the doorway he held onto me. His tears became contagious and we sat on the couch that we made love on and fought on and fucked on so many times before. We sat there and cried together. I had no idea what was going on. But him being here, in my arms, made me feel needed by him again. This felt good - weird, but good. He stopped crying and slouched down from the couch to sit on the floor. He put his head in his hand while leaving me bewildered on the couch. I put my hand on his head and it was no longer his affected tears that ran down my face, but my own true and natural response. Holding his hair in my hands, letting my hand feel its texture as I've kept in memory for so many months. There was only one question I could ask and I tried my best to do so with as much sensitivity that I could muster, "What do you want?"  He held my hand and kissed it. He didn't say a word. He was pulling me down to him. His weight being too heavy for me, I went down to him. "What is it?" I asked, but he continued to kiss me. From my hands to my lips, to my neck, then my lips, back to my neck then my chest. Why didn't I zip that jacket up? He lingered on the top of my chest, kissing me as if - well - he hadn't seen me in months. I had to stop him. I kissed him back which threw off his senses and made him drop the tension in his arms, and with his exhalation I got up. You don't just walk in here after how many months of being away, of being married and waltz in here as if we just had a regular stupid fight. You don't just come in here after almost 6/7 months and just pretend as if you just told me about another woman but decided you wanted to work things out with me. No! You don't get to run off and get married to some younger bitch after you've impregnated her then come back to me with tears in your eyes. How dare you? Where is your bitch? You need to go home to her.  And that's exactly what I said to him...right before we had sex. I must've gotten through all of the questions, I have no idea. I think I did. I'm sure somewhere in between there I heard all the feminists out there screaming at me in my head but his cock overruled them and shut them the hell up. He was exposed in a matter of seconds and somebody needs to teach me to wear some damn pants when I'm going out. I wanted to fight him off I couldn't. I think that it excited us both. I wanted him. I had longed for him and lately even cried for him. I lost my strength but I had my man, with me, inside of me, again, and again, and again, and again.