Yes and No

"No, not now."

"I am tired." As he moves a soft hand over my midriff, sqeezing softly. Sex always begins with a No.

"You dozed off. Thats why the tired..."

I know that too. I give in to is soft touches, unwillingly, yet always willing by the end, as always.

And then we climax to a burst of beautiful rhythm. He does it everytime, make me moan in delight and pleasure despite my Nos. And I love it better than him, his love making.

"We are mad people," I laugh.

"Why mad, we are the right kind of people, having fun, having life..."

He hugs me tight. I sleep in peace. In the crook of his arm, my best pillow ever.