We made love until almost midnight, with as many giggles and squeals than sighs and moans. It was fun, and it made me feel young and sexy. But nothing we did felt as amazing when she folded me into her arms under the covers, pressing her gentle kisses to my forehead.
I was just relaxing towards sleep when I felt her energy change. I opened my eyes and looked into hers. "What is it, sweetheart?"
"Just, um, can I ask you a question?"
"Of course."
"Was I, um, do I get too pushy? With you, like, making you, um, do things?"
"What do you mean?"
She rolled onto her back, staring up at the ceiling. "I've had girlfriends who've told me I get pushy and demanding in bed, sometimes."
I rolled towards her. "I don't mind." I ran a finger down between her breasts. "I like it, most of the time. All
