Yes

I didn't care if he didn't mean it. I was in a mood. A very, very horny mood.

I could tell he was hesitant as I began taking off my clothes.

"Can I borrow one of your t shirts?" I asked. I loved sleeping in his t-shirts. It made me feel as though I was sleeping with him even when I wasn't.

"Sure," Josh answered. He rummaged through the drawer until he found a shirt he'd let me wear. When he held it out to me, I unsnapped my bra and dropped it to the floor before grabbing it and putting it on then I pulled down my underwear. I could see Josh watching me from the corner of his eye I climbed into bed, making sure to bend over more than I needed to so the shirt would pull up and Josh would get a nice glimpse of my ass.

"This is nice," I said as we settled in under the covers. I was on my left side and Josh was spooned up close to me. I could feel his bare chest pressing against my back and I wished more than anything I was naked.

"Sleep tight," he whispered into my ear, then he kissed me on the cheek.

"You too," I replied. But right after I said it, I arched my back and pressed my ass into his crotch.

"Mmm, that's no fair," Josh groaned. I wiggled my hips left and right then back and forth. I felt him stiffen, pressing against his mesh basketball shorts. "I'm serious. I'm really tired. I really want to take a nap."

"Yea, me too," I said. I stopped grinding on him and placed his hand on my breast. I pressed the tip of his forefinger into my nipple. His cocked twitched.

"Sabrina," Josh said, sternly.

"What?" I asked, innocently. "I'm just trying to get comfortable."

"Well, you're making me uncomfortable."

"I can tell," I said with a giggle. "It definitely seems to be getting a bit crowded in your shorts. Maybe you should take them off." I tugged his shorts down lightly but Josh caught them. With a grunt he rolled over so we was facing the other direction.

"I'm sorry..." I said. I wasn't sure if I meant it but I did feel bad.

"I thought we talked about this earlier," Josh said. "I just wish you wouldn't make such a big deal about..." His voice trailed off.

"About what?" I said. He didn't answer so I repeated the question.

"You know," Josh replied.

"Yea... I do."

"It's like we can't even go on a hike or a wine tour or take a nap together without you trying to get it on. We've done so many fun things this week and all you seem to think about is sex, sex, sex."

"It's not all I think about," I pleaded.

"It sure seems that way."

Was I really that bad? Was it my fault?

"It's like you can't have fun unless we are making out or feeling each other up or whatever."

"I'm sorry I find you so sexy, OK? It's not crazy to want to be intimate with your boyfriend of a year."

"I didn't say it was crazy."

"But you make me seem like I am," I quickly shot back.

"I don't think you're crazy. Look, I just wanted to take a nap so we could have a fun night together. Now we're arguing." He climbed out of the bed and went to the mini fridge for a bottle of water.

"I'm sorry I'm such a bother to you," I said. "I'll just go take a nap in my own room."

"You don't have to do that."

"It's fine."

It wasn't fine.

I climbed out of bed and went to grab my underwear but something inside me just snapped.

"Do you not find me attractive?" I asked, my voice quickly rising.

"What?" Josh asked.

"Am I not attractive to you?"

"Of course you're attractive to me. You're gorgeous, are you kidding me?"

"Do you think I'm sexy?"

"Of course!"

"Then why do you always turn me down. Why am I the one who always has to initiate every time we do anything remotely sexual?" Josh was quickly becoming uncomfortable.

"I don't get it. I've been very patient. Very patient. Most girls would have probably left you by now, but I've stayed with you and been patient this whole time."

I could see it in his eyes that he wanted to say something but he couldn't bring himself to say it. Instead, I just kept going, words pouring out of me like a river bursting through a dam.

"I like your family, but they can be a lot. Sometimes it's just too much and your mother can be so overbearing and even when we aren't spending time with them she's always calling and I don't want to say anything because I don't want to push you away and I don't say anything about how we don't get it on because I don't like making you uncomfortable and there are a lot of things that I just put up with and try not to say anything about because I love you and even with all the hard parts I just don't want to lose you so I'm sorry if I get frustrated sometimes. I shouldn't. I shouldn't get so frustrated but it's hard. I have more sexual urges than you and it's hard to deal with that but I don't want it to get in the way of our relationship. I don't want to lose that."

"What did you say?" Josh asked. I honestly didn't know what I had said. I had been just talking and rambling and not even thinking. Then I realized it.

"I love you." Josh just stood there, blinking a few times. I looked down at the ground. "I'm sorry. I wanted to tell you so many times but I wanted it to be the right time. Like, a romantic time that felt right. That felt good enough for you but-"

He cut me off with a kiss.

We molded together. In an instant, he was on top of me. Before I could blink he had taken his shirt off. Instinctively, I reached for the drawstring to his shorts and pulled it loose then tugged his shorts down. His cock sprung free, bouncing lightly before settling, pointed directly between my legs as if it was marking it's target.

He settled back on top of me, his hardness pressing against my pussy. I wasn't wearing any panties, nor anything at all except his oversized t-shirt he had given me to sleep in, but even that was soon discarded. The moment my breasts came into view, he devoured them, sucking my hard nipples into his mouth.

I let out a moan as I felt his erection sliding along my slit, grazing my clit. Josh slipped the head into the entrance of my pussy, splitting the lips ever so slightly.

"I love you," he said. Then he thrust himself to the hilt.

My eyes went wide as my body engulfed him. Slowly, he pulled out then thrust back in. Again. Then again.

There was a desire in his face I had never seen before. There was a fire about him. This time, I was the one struggling to find the words and motions to express what I was feeling.

His pace quickened, his thrusts somehow getting deeper. His left hand grabbed my ass and squeezed hard, pulling me into him.

Our bodies clapped a hard rhythm as our moans followed in melody. I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him in for a kiss, my tongue pushing as deep into his mouth as it could as I moaned hard.

He began pounding harder, grunting like an animal. I could feel my pussy tightening. My orgasm was imminent.

"Yes" I finally mouthed, barely managing the words between his powerful thrusts.

"Oh, yes! Yes! YES!" My chants grew in pitch and volume.

He arched his back, giving him better leverage for his thrusts. A few more and I was screaming, digging my nails into his back, pulling him deeper inside of me. My entire body was writhing, clenching, arching. My thighs were squeezing the life out of him.

Josh's eyes closed. I was so close.

He gritted his teeth. Almost there.

His whole body convulsed as he came. My pussy felt like it was being filled with fire as he exploded inside me, his cock pulsing as he shot load after load. The passionate thrusts, the **** grunts, and the feeling of his cum splashing deep inside me sent my body into shock. I grabbed his head and pulled his face to mine, trying to kiss him as I lost control. I moaned, loud, then bit down on his bottom lip as I shook underneath him.

With a few ragged breaths, I came down from the orgasmic high. I held his face in mine, staring deep into his eyes. We both smiled.

"I love you."

"I love you too."