Battle Of Wills

That night, Jack and Sarah went to bed angry. They lay in bed each with their back turned to the other, both unable to sleep both unwilling to continue the fight. Jack felt Sarah shift and fuss --stressed, like he was, and unable to relax.

For several minutes she was still, but then she slipped out of bed and abruptly walked out of their bedroom. Jack listened for sounds from the bathroom, but heard nothing, he sat up, straining to hear any noise. Was she crying?

He lay back down, deciding he didn’t care what she was doing, closing his eyes, several long minutes passed. What the hell was she up to?

Jack rose silently from the bed, tiptoed to the doorway and listened again. holding his breath. There was something, it was coming from the living room. Jack moved down the hallway, shifting his weight carefully, avoiding the places where the floor might squeak.

Just shy of the threshold to the living room he leaned out away from the wall and could see Sarah lying on the couch. Apparently she didn’t want to sleep in the same bed with him. Fuck her, then. he muttered silently to himself ready to return to bed when he noticed movement.

She lowered her knees, and by the faint moonlight Jack could see that her hand was down the front of her pajama bottoms. Her arm jerked vigorously as she masturbated. But this wasn’t the sensual, teasing way she used on those occasions when she allowed him to watch her. This was purposeful and almost brutal.

Jacks cock grew stiff instantly. suddenly he felt bad that he had driven her to this, but at the same time he couldn’t turn away. Then he pulled his swollen cock out of his boxers and watched her. She worked her hand rapidly between her legs, breathing quickly, but not moaning like she did when putting on a show for him.

What Jack was witnessing was purely for her. She attacked her pussy, seeking relief, needing to give herself something that wasn’t about or for him. She knew how much he loved to watch her touch herself, and she was taking satisfaction from denying him this. Or so she thought.

She stopped suddenly, then punched the sofa pillow. For a moment Jack thought that she had heard him, he froze, his pulsing hard cock in a tight sweaty grip. She pulled off her pajama bottoms, threw them aside, and unbuttoned her top. Jack could just barely see her roughly pinching and pulling at both her nipples, harder than he would ever imagine doing. Jack continued stroking himself.

She licked the two middle fingers of her right hand and reached back down to her pussy. Her hand circled there a few times, then she stretched her arm in a way that told Jack she had pushed those two fingers inside her. Instead of the slow, tender motions he anticipated, she began pounding at herself.

Her whole body clenched as she repeatedly slammed her fingers into her pussy. Her relentless pace increased and she fucked herself even harder. He couldn’t believe how intense she was. The heel of her hand slapped hard against her clit, making a noise that he would have been able to hear from the bedroom. She wanted him to know she was pleasuring herself. She wanted to torture him with the knowledge that she was naked, and masturbating, and fucking herself without him.

Jack struggled not to go to her then, he wanted to say he was sorry and plunge his rigid cock into her swollen, wet cunt. wanted her to take him into her mouth while she furiously fucked her fingers. Jack wanted to be a part of her angry, spiteful passions. But he held back, not willing to give her the satisfaction. Instead, he would take what he wanted from her, use her self-serving display for his own pleasure. Jack jerked at his cock with one hand, and cupped his balls tightly with the other.

Sarah pulled her knees up toward her shoulders, her feet in the air. The slick, sucking sounds of her pussy were exquisite. Still she beat away at herself, just as quick and as hard as she could. She pulled her fingers out and slapped her cunt, then slapped it again, even harder. He had never seen her do this before. It was amazing.

After a few more quick smacks, she put all her fingers together, and slipped them into the opening of her pussy. She strained and arched her back as she pushed her fingers farther and deeper. Her hips turned toward him for a moment and he could see that she was slowly forcing her entire hand into her cunt. Her face was contorted with effort and pain. Why was she doing this to herself?

She rolled back and with one last effort buried her hand up to her wrist in her cunt hole. She writhed and rocked, humping her hand with a look of pure ecstasy now on her face. Oh my god, Jack had never been as turned on by her as I was at that moment.

Her other hand was now down there as well. Her fingers pressed against her clit as she rubbed it fast and hard. She emitted a series of sharp gasps. She was close to coming. She frigged herself more and more aggressively, lifting her ass up off the sofa and thrusting violently. Jack could see every muscle in her body convulse and tighten at once and she struggled to noiselessly ride out what had to be the most intense orgasm he had ever witnessed.

At that same moment Jacks balls clenched. He looked down and watched the head of his cock swell just before a spurt of cum shot out. He hunched over his other hand and filled his palm with hot semen. Jack looked up and saw that she had collapsed back onto the sofa. Her hand was no longer crammed in her cunt, but still it lingered down there.

She continued to finger herself lightly as Jack watched her body quiver as she almost casually coaxed one delicate orgasm after another from her abused pussy. Finally she relaxed, spent and limp. Jack crept back to the bedroom with his hand full of spunk. He pulled a shirt out of the hamper and wiped himself clean, then slid into bed. It was several minutes before she returned to the room and climbed in next to him.

They were both silent, each intimately aware of the other’s wakefulness. Jack resisted, but as the images of her punishing her pussy played over and over again in my head, something inside him caved. He turned, and cautiously wrapped his arm around her, feeling her body tense with the unexpected touch, and for a moment he thought she would reject his apologetic gesture.

After a moment, she took his hand and raised it to her nose and sniffed. There where the scent of my spent load was fresh and strong. She relaxed then, knowing she had won. Her tongue glided across the palm of Jack's hand, and she followed this with a soft kiss where minutes ago he had held a pool of his own cum. She nestled his sticky hand on her breast, as Jack settled in against her back, matching the contours of his body against hers.

That night they slept no longer angry.