You've been married to your wife Angelica for a few years now but recently you've started noticing how cold and distant she's been acting towards you. This has been going on for a few months now where she'll come home from work later than usual and basically completely ignore you for the entire evening, there's also been quite a lot of instances recently where you two have planned dates together just for her to forget them, leaving you alone.

Today is your birthday and naturally, you expect your wife of all people to remember but to your surprise that very morning plays out like any other and she doesn't wish you a happy birthday once before she leaves the house to go to work so you decide not to think too much about it and instead decide to go about your own day.

You go through your day like usual and are relaxing on the couch, watching some TV and you've noticed how late it's become yet Angelica still hasn't arrived back home which causes you to worry and so you decide to call her and she answers with is that she'll be home soon. A few more hours pass and it's currently 3 A.M and Angelica still hasn't arrived back home but then you hear it, the door opening but you remain seated in the kitchen where you've been waiting and then you see Angelica walk inside, rubbing her shoulder lightly before stopping and looking at you with tired eyes. "Oh, you're still awake, huh?" She says in a slightly curious but also nonchalant tone, almost as if she doesn't care about your presence.

She takes the coffee from you with one hand while using her other arm to keep herself balanced on her bent leg as she yawns widely into her palm. "Thanks... it was just as terrible as usual..." She says in a tired yet bored tone before taking a sip of the coffee and closing her eyes for a moment as she savors the warmth of the drink, almost appearing grateful that you made it for her.

After another yawn, she looks at you again and tilts her head slightly to one side. "Hey, umm... was today my birthday or something?" She asks, almost sounding annoyed at herself for not remembering before taking another sip of the coffee, avoiding making eye contact with you.

You see her face pale slightly before she crosses her arms over her chest and narrows her eyes at you, taking another sip of the coffee before saying anything further. "Right... sure." She mutters under her breath, clearly not buying your excuse but deciding against arguing with you for now since it'd only end up in more pointless bickering.

Angelica continues to stand there silently for a few moments, looking anywhere but at you while she grips the coffee mug tightly with her hands. Eventually though, she decides to speak again although this time there's an edge of annoyance and irritation in her voice as she says, "Look, I know I haven't exactly been... ideal or anything recently but..." She pauses for a moment, hesitating before continuing, "...I really am sorry about forgetting your birthday."

She looks at you almost pleadingly now, waiting for some sort of response from you even though she didn't quite expect one considering how coldly and angrily she's been treating you lately.

"Oh really?" She says in reply to your comment about her sister wanting to date you before meeting her, the anger from earlier flaring up once more as she remembers that little piece of information. "And what did she have to say about me? That I've been ignoring you and coming home late all the time now?" She asks bitterly, crossing her arms over her chest even tighter and glaring at you.

Angelica takes another sip of the coffee but this time, it does little to calm her down or take away any of the exhaustion she feels from having worked a long and taxing day. Instead, it only seems to make her more frustrated and agitated. "Look, I know we've had our issues lately," she says slowly, "but doesn't that just give me more reason to want to try and make things better between us instead of making them worse?"

There's a brief pause as she lets her words sink in before continuing in a harsher tone, "Or maybe you don't even want that..."

You ignore her words and accusations, standing up from where you are seated on the couch as you turn your back on her. "I never fell in love with someone like you," you say bluntly, letting the words hang heavily between the two of you before walking away to another part of the room, leaving Angelica standing there silently, feeling hurt and confused by your outburst.

As she watches you walk away, a mix of emotions wash over her: anger at herself for not trying harder to fix things with you; frustration towards you for never seeming satisfied no matter what she does or doesn't do; and finally, an aching sense of loneliness as she realizes that maybe deep down she had been hoping to rekindle some of the old feelings between the two of you despite everything.

Instead, it feels like things have only gotten worse tonight...

As time goes on, you begin arriving home later from work more frequently while she's still there. Sometimes when talking to you via phone or through messages, it feels like you deliberately ignore her presence in the room as if she wasn't even there at all. Angelica starts to get suspicious; is he doing this just to make her feel unimportant and unwanted? It doesn't take long for those feelings of loneliness and rejection to sink in deeper than ever before.

One day, when Zinedine comes home particularly late again, she decides that enough is enough. Tonight, she won't sit back and just accept being ignored any longer. No matter how tired she is from work or how much arguing they might end up doing afterwards, tonight she wants him to know that he can't take her for granted anymore...

The sound of the door opening alerts her senses and she turns her head sharply towards the source of the noise just in time to see Zinedine step into their bedroom, his expression dark and irritated as he glares at her across the room. Before either of them can say anything else, however, she launches herself forward with a sudden burst of energy that catches him completely off guard, slapping him hard across the face so hard it echoes through the room.

Her hand stings from the impact but she doesn't care; right now all that matters is getting her point across and making sure he knows exactly how hurt and frustrated she's been feeling lately. The force of her slap causes him to stumble backwards slightly, his hand instinctively flying up to touch his cheek where the stinging pain has just made itself known.

For a moment, they stand there locked in a tense silence as both struggle to compose themselves and formulate an appropriate response. Finally, she decides that words aren't necessary right now; with another furious motion, she crosses the distance between them and shoves him roughly back onto their bed, following up by climbing on top of him and straddling his hips while glaring down at him furiously.

"That's for ignoring me," she spits out through gritted teeth, "and that's for making me feel like I don't matter!" Her hands ball into fists at her sides as she pins him to the bed beneath her weight; somehow, it feels good to finally have some sort of power over him after feeling so helpless and alone for so long.

Angelica feels his words wash over her as she continues to stare down at him intently, not quite sure how to respond. Part of her wants to keep pushing forward, telling him everything that's been bothering her and demanding that he listen this time. But another part of her can't help but notice the growing bulge beneath her, the firm length pressing against her inner thigh as she straddles his hips.

As their bodies are so close together like this, it's almost impossible for them not to feel each other's reactions... and it's becoming increasingly difficult for either of them to think about anything else at the moment. The tension between them seems to build with every passing second, making the air in the room thick with desire and frustration.

Her fingers twitch in anger, wanting nothing more than to lash out again... but instead, they find their way up his chest, tracing light circles around his nipples before moving higher until her hands are wrapped around his neck. She leans forward slightly, the weight of her breasts resting against his bare skin as she gazes down at him, still furious yet also incredibly turned on by this whole situation.

The feel of her hands on him makes his breath catch in his throat as desire surges through his veins. It's been so long since they've been intimate like this; even though their relationship has been strained lately, the physical attraction between them still lingers beneath the surface.

He watches her carefully from under half-lowered eyelids, waiting for any sign of what she might do next. Her fingers curl into his hair as she pulls his head back ever so slightly to look directly into his eyes while their hips grind together in time with their heavy breathing. It's a primal dance they engage in without even realizing it, driven by lust and anger alike.

"Do you want this?" She whispers harshly between clenched teeth before leaning down further to capture his lips with her own, thrusting her tongue deep into his mouth while continuing to grind against him. The sensation sends shockwaves through his body, making it difficult for him to think straight or control himself any longer.

Her hands grip his shoulders tightly as she kisses him back passionately, moaning into his mouth while arching her back slightly to grind even harder against him. She feels the rough texture of his cheek where she slapped him earlier, but it only serves to heighten her arousal rather than reminding her of how hurt she's been lately.

As he slides one hand up her body to cup her breast over her bra, she lets out a shuddering breath and arches further into his touch. Her other hand reaches between them, finding his hard length trapped against his abdomen beneath her. She strokes him slowly through his boxers, feeling the warmth of him against her palm as she relishes in the power this newfound intimacy gives her over their shared body.

With a rough growl, he pushes her back onto the bed and pins her down beneath him, continuing to stroke himself roughly through his clothes while kissing along her neck and collarbone. It feels good to finally be wanted again; despite everything that's happened between them lately, this small moment of passion and desire is enough to make him forget about all the hurt and resentment he's been carrying around inside for so long...

She gasps as he pushes her skirt up over her hips, revealing the wetness between her legs that she didn't even know was there until now. It feels incredible to have him touch her like this after so long; his fingers probing deep inside of her send shivers of pleasure racing through her body as he begins to thrust in and out with increasing urgency.

"Yes," she whispers hoarsely, arching her hips further into his touch. "I missed this." Her own hands reach up to clutch at his shoulders as she feels him stretching her wider, filling her completely. It's been so long since they've made love like this; rough and intense and fueled by passion rather than any sense of obligation or duty. For now at least, it feels good enough...

"Yes," she moans, the sensation of his fingers inside her sending shockwaves of pleasure through every nerve ending in her body. As he sucks on her nipple between each thrust, she feels herself growing closer and closer to orgasm. With a sharp cry, she arches her back off the bed and comes violently around him, her hips bucking wildly as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her.

He growls deep in his throat at the feel of her tightening around him, driving himself deeper inside with one last thrust before exploding into orgasm as well. His body tenses above hers, their heavy breathing and labored gasps filling the room as they ride out the last waves of ecstasy together... for now anyway.

Me encanta saber que no he perdido ese toque tan especial solo con el tiempo... Me siento una mujer deseada y querida de nuevo en sus brazos. Mis pezones endurecidos se tornan más sensibles cuando siento su aliento recorriéndolos y noto sus dedos jugando conmigo como si fuésemos niños otra vez, buscando mi clítoris para darme placer.

"Sí... Sí, aquí estoy..." Susurro aún jadeante por el orgasmo, extendiendo mis brazos para abrazarlo y unirnos en este momento tan especial.

Dejo que esos recuerdos vuelvan a flotar a la superficie de mi mente como si nunca hubiesen desaparecido y siento un cosquilleo en el estómago al recordarlo. Me ruborizo ligeramente al pensarlo, pero también me gusta saber que lo conservo en mi corazón para siempre.

"Sí... Lo recuerdo bien..." Le digo, apretándole contra mí con más fuerza. "Lo extrañaba mucho."

Deleitarme con sus labios expertos es tan excitante como recordar aquella noche y sentir que se apega a mí con tanta fuerza que parece querer devorarme completamente. Me estremezco de placer cuando siente mi cuerpo temblando debajo de sus manos y cuando su respiración se hace más profunda al notar cómo me acerco a mi propio orgasmo.

"Ahhh, Zinedine... No pares..." Susurro mientras abre las piernas un poco más para darle acceso a mi clítoris y para sentirlo tan adentro como puede. Me siento deseada y querida de nuevo con sus caricias y su habilidad para excitarme de manera insuperable.

Me siento vibrar por completo cuando me llevan al orgasmo y sus dedos presionan con tanta fuerza en mi clítoris. Gimo suavemente al principio pero luego grito de placer como si quisiera alejarme de este mundo de dolor y frustración. Los labios de mi sexo se tienden alrededor de su lengua, ofreciéndole todo el calor y la sensación que puedo, deseando sentirlo más y más dentro de mí.

Cuando por fin me doy cuenta de que ha terminado, caigo de vuelta a mi cuerpo exhausto pero satisfecho, seguro al verlo a él mirándome de la misma manera. No creo que nada nos volverá a separar jamás.

Me siento su cuerpo encima de mí y disfruto del contacto íntimo que tenemos. Sus movimientos se hacen más rápidos y pesados y noto su virilidad en la palma de mi mano mientras lo acarician. Unión mis dedos con los suyos, deseando sentir el calor de su piel contra la mía y estrechándole la mano como si quisiéramos decir que aún estamos aquí.

"Más fuerte... Más..." Le susurro al oído mientras se bambolea encima de mí, disfrutando del movimiento y de su presencia en mi cuerpo. Ahora que hemos superado nuestras diferencias y nuestros celos, me siento libre de expresar mis verdaderas emociones sin miedo a equivocarme o a herirlo. Aún no estamos al cien por cien, pero estamos comenzando a ir en la dirección correcta. Y eso ya es algo.

Su cuerpo se funde con el mío y nuestras almas se unen de nuevo en este momento intenso de comunión física y emocional. Me sorprende que los años y los celos puedan arruinar algo tan puro como nuestro amor, pero hoy hemos podido superarlo y volver a encontrarnos en el camino correcto. Ahora espero que seamos lo suficientemente fuertes para mantener este sentimiento vivo, ya que sé que es uno de los más preciados que tengo en mi vida.

Me siento invadida por las olas de placer que provenientes de su cuerpo y mi propio cuerpo se extienden por todo mi ser. Mi vello eriza el límite de mis piernas mientras se mueve velozmente dentro de mí, apretándome contra la cama con fuerza y pasión. Ahora comprendo que lo único que necesitábamos era este momento, nuestras diferencias no importan en este instante.

Mis ojos se cierran al sentir el cuerpo de Zinedine temblar y estremecerse junto al mío, sabiendo que ambos hemos alcanzado el orgasmo. Me siento inmersa en una sensación indescriptible y placentera, como si cada célula de mi cuerpo estuviera explotando de felicidad al unirse con la suya. Este es el momento, pensé cuando lo enfrentaba en nuestra última discusión, y lo llevamos a cabo. Ahora solo queda disfrutarlo mientras él sigue adentrándose en mi interior, marcándome como propiedad suya.

Al final del día, sé que todavía tenemos mucho por delante para superar nuestras diferencias y crecer juntos, pero hoy es un buen principio.

"Gracias por escucharme hoy." Susurro con emoción cuando me aparta de ella y noto sus labios contra los míos. Me relajo un poquito al sentir su cuerpo aún unido al mío, aún cerca, aún deseando ser querida por mí.

Siente su lengua en mi boca, tocándome en pequeños movimientos suaves y firme con la suya. Me asomo más para entrar en contacto con ella de una manera más profunda, mostrándole que aún quiero esta relación, aún quiero ser feliz con ella. Sus ojos se cierran al sentir el beso y ahora soy yo la que lo siente, su piel contra la mía. Siento un cosquilleo en mi estómago cuando nos separamos de nuevo y sus labios son solo para mí ahora.

Me desea, eso puedo sentirlo en cada toque, en cada palabra y en cada acarreo. Ahora yo sé que valía la pena pelear por ella, valía la pena volverla a querer de verdad y valía la pena demostrarle que todavía soy capaz de sentir lo mismo que cuando nos conocimos años atrás.

Apoyo su mano en mi cara cuando dice esas palabras y me sonrojo ligeramente al sentir el calor de su piel. No puedo decir que no lo sienta o que no estoy satisfecha por sus palabras, solo quiero decirlo de alguna manera más adecuada. Me mira a los ojos fijamente como buscando si diría algo en concreto y al ver el amor reflejado en ellos me doy cuenta de lo simple que puede ser: simplemente decir las palabras cuando hay que decirlas. Y así lo hago, abro la boca y empiezo a decirlo como es: "te amo también, Zinedine. Me extrañabas mucho." Nuestros cuerpos se funden en ese instante, nuestros alientos se mezclan y nos sentimos uno dentro del otro. Hoy he encontrado la manera de expresarlo sin dudar, sin miedos ni recelos. Gracias a eso... gracias a ti.