“Let’s celebrate our engagement and discuss logistics later, okay?”
“We can do that,” he smiled.
He pulled me closer as we continued to kiss. He unbuttoned his shirt and then stood to remove it. I climbed onto the bed and waited for him to join me.
He finished undressing and climbed onto the bed with me. Spreading my legs and moving my panties to the side, he went straight to my lips and began feasting on my center.
It felt like it had been a lifetime since he’d pleasured me that way. I was enjoying every second of it. Feeling my climax approaching, I held his head in place and gyrated until pleasure washed over me and I went limp.
After removing my panties, he wasted no time climbing my body and positioning himself at my opening. I closed my eyes in anticipation of the pleasure and pain that would accompany his entrance.
I didn’t feel anything happening so I opened my eyes at looked at Samuel.
“What’s wrong?” I asked sitting up a little.
He looked up at me with a puzzled look on his face.
“I’m not hard.”
I sat up further to look. He was right, he was flaccid.
“Maybe you’re tired? The party was a lot for you since you just got home.”
“I’ve…we’ve had sex when I was operating on two hours of sleep. Plus, I’m not tired at all.”
I sat all the way up and reached out to touch him. Usually, if I barely touch him, he gets hard and ready to go. This time, nothing happened.
“Nothing like this has ever happened before. I was just hard this morning,” he said while still looking down.
“Maybe we just need to rest. I’m sure it will be fine in the morning. I’ve never awakened next to you without feeling your morning wood.”
Samuel moved off the bed and went to the bathroom. He came out a few minutes later with his pajama bottoms on. Climbing back into the bed, he laid on his back staring up at the ceiling.
I pulled on my nightgown and got under the covers, snuggling up next to him.
“Baby, don’t worry. It’s going to be fine.”
Samuel
I stoodin my closet acting like I was trying to decide on what I was going to wear to church but I was really trying to come up with an excuse not to go. I didn’t feel like doing anything. My attitude had been bad since realizing that I couldn’t get hard.
Since the night after the party, I’d tried several times to make love to Averie and could not achieve an erection. I’d tried everything from going back to regular boxers instead of boxer briefs, suffering through my dick flapping around all day, to exercising more. Averie purchased new lingerie, some absolutely beautiful pieces. She modeled them for me, but I still didn’t get hard.
I wanted to sit in my media room, watch sports and be undisturbed but I told JD that I would be there today so I had to keep my word.
“Baby, do you want some breakfast before we leave? I can make some waffles or something,” Averie said while standing in the door of my closet.
“No, I don’t want any waffles, I’m fine.”
“Are you sure? It’s the first Sunday, so they are going to do communion and some other things that will make service a little longer. You may want to eat some…”
“I said I’m fine,” I shot back.
“You don’t have to snap at me. I was just trying to help you!”
“I’m sorry. That came out more harshly than I intended. Thank you for offering, but no thank you.”
She released a deep breath, made a pst noise, then turned and left.