After a long night I knelt beside his bed, he kisses me and tells me to get into bed naked. I do as I am told, he falls back to sleep. I try to settle in but what happened was on my mind, I felt like I was being punished and forgiveness had not been given. We woke up in the morning and since "T" has a cold I just lie with him, trying just to be there. He barely touches me and I can feel the rift between us. We spend some time with his kids and I leave. "T" comes over later, I wasn't sure if he would be over. We had spoken about dinner, I was cooking for him but he never called. I was just about to give up when the he knocked on the door. He asked me to come and sit on the bed beside him. He pulls me down and we start to talk about what happened again. I try to explain without crying, but I can't. What I said and what he understood it to mean were two different things. He says he understands but I don't know if I believe his words to me actions have always spoken more than words. He says that this is not something to break up over and that we will both say things we will regret throughout our relationship. I agree, but how we handle something minor will tell a lot about how we will handle the bigger issues that come up. We go to sleep again with him barely touching me.
In the morning I wake up several times and fall back to sleep. As I am sleeping I feel him pull up nightgown and begin sucking on my nipple. I still feel drowsy so I never opened my eyes and just let him do what he wanted. He pushes open my legs and his hand begins to stroke me as he bites on my nipples. His hand enters me and teases me all while my nipples are in his mouth, licking, biting and pulling. He eventually lets me cum and after he is done he asks me if that made me happy. I didn't want to bring up what happened again so I never asked him what he meant by that. I simply said yes because it had made me feel good, it had released some of the tension I was feeling because the action of him touching me (however he wanted) was what I had been waiting for, something to let me know that we were ok. We stayed in bed for a while longer holding hands and I could feel the tenderness seeping back into us. I was disappointed that "T" left, we had a whole day to do something.