The Good Morning Handshake and Its Aftermath

So our date out the other night was fantastic. Of course, I happened to get my monthly a few days ago. So we went home stuffed with pizza and beer – my tummy being the only thing stuffed with anything that night if you catch my drift.
I was determined to keep the ball rolling though. The next morning James woke up to me giving him a ….‘good morning handshake’ if you will – which hasn’t happened in a really long time.
“Uh good morning!” he said with a big smile. “You haven’t done that in a long time…”
And that was it.
So for most of the day I assumed that my ‘hand gesture’ was all in vein. I didn’t get any groping, grinding or flirting in return.
Perhaps men need things to simmer though… As of yesterday things have been a little different. Last night we had dinner guest and not 5 minutes after we had said our goodbyes James was semi naked on the couch.
We made love last night and for once it started the way it used to – with him pressing down on top of me passionately and heavily. James is an exceptionally warm person and his skin on mine is always such a contrast – impossible to forget he is against me. We kissed until my face couldn’t take anymore of his stubble (James has stubble before he even finishes shaving) and he was in me without the usual and oh so casual “want to do stuff?” (Usually muttered during the ads of whatever show we are watching.)
He kept moaning in my ear “I love you so much” when usually he doesn’t say much of anything, and for a man with a lot of control he finished and seemed as surprised as I was by how suddenly it happened. He laid on top of me sincerely there- not somewhere else as he often has been lately. Then he said “This time was different, don’t ya think?”
It was.
“Why do you think it was?” I asked him.
“Because I was really into it this time.” He said, and I immediately felt hurt – this time… What about the rest? My hurt didn’t last long though as he continued.
“And I was really into it this time, because for once, you seemed into it.”
I guess sometimes we don’t realize that what we see may not always be how another person is feeling – but their reflection of ourselves instead…