The squeal of the brakes, the slamming of the car door and then the front door, and finally, the music on the stereo being turned off…they were ALL clear signs that he was pissed off. So much for the romantic anniversary dinner. I knew from experience that when Howie lost his temper, romance was out. I’d be lucky if he even spoke to me tonight.
I quickly put away the dinner I had been preparing for him, his favorite. Then I went to the dining room to get the candles I had set out. I could hear him in the bedroom slamming drawers and the closet door. Hell, I’d forgotten about everything I had done in there. Oh well, too late now.
The trick was going to be getting Howie out of this bad mood and hopefully I could salvage what was left of the night. Sex would do it but when he was like this, that was the LAST thing on his mind. I was going to have to get him in the mood.
I headed to the bedroom where I knew he was probably changing. Closing the door behind me more out of habit than necessity-four kids in the house, you can’t have sex without closing the door-I turned to find Howie sitting on the bed with his guitar. He was strumming lightly, playing a song I’d never heard before. On the bed beside him was his notebook that he used to write lyrics and melodies in when he was working on a song. I watched as he stopped to write something then return to playing. This was perfect. If I just let him work on his music, maybe he’d be in a better mood.
I slipped off the short, black dress I’d been wearing so that I now only had on a deep purple teddie. It was the one he’d given me when we’d married fourteen years ago. It had all been so romantic then. He’d proposed to me in the Florida Keys, 45 minutes before we were wed.
Kneeling down in front of him as he played his guitar, I carefully untied his tennis shoes so that I could slip them off. God, I loved his feet. They were so sexy in a kinky sort of way. I ran my fingers up his leg to the top of first one sock and then the other. With his feet bare, I kissed each toe working my way up his foot.
Howie cast his eyes down at me. There was still anger in his eyes but I knew it wasn’t directed at me personally. I just happened to be the one he took it out on which was fine with me. He knew what I was trying to do but he wasn’t ready to let it go, whatever ‘it’ was. This would take work. I just had to be persistent.
He continued to play and I got up to sit behind him on the bed. I slid down so that my bare legs were on either side of him and I ran my hands across his back. I made my way to his shoulders. God, he was so tense. Whatever or whoever was it that made him this angry. Massaging his shoulders, I felt him begin to relax.
I continued to rub his shoulders as he continued to play. As his muscles relaxed, I moved my hands down to his sides snaking around to his chest. Slowly, without disturbing his playing, I unbuttoned his shirt until I reached the last button. I tugged at it, pulling it out of his pants. There, his chest was bare too. I ran my fingers through his chest hair. God, why he EVER waxed his chest was beyond me. He had such a sexy chest. Among the curls, I found his nipples and playfully tweaked them making them hard. It was working. I could tell his anger was melting away by the missed notes. Not much more and I’ll be able to salvage our anniversary. I just needed to get his shirt off. I had to get up on my knees now so that I could kiss reach his neck easily.
Pushing his hair aside, I started just behind his ear with my tongue and ran it the length of his neck down to his shoulder. Goose bumps had popped up on his skin and I heard a faint moan escape from the back of his throat. He was putty in my hands. As I placed tiny kisses along his neck, I ran my hands across his chest and down to his crotch. Yep, I STILL had it. He was getting harder by the minute and I knew I was winning. Stroking lovingly at the growing bulge, I found the pulse point at the base of his neck that drove him crazy and began to suck.
That was it. I had him. He set the guitar down and allowed me to slip his shirt off. Leaning back against me, he closed his eyes reveling in my touch. I managed to reach around him and unbuckle his belt and then unfasten his pants. I followed the familiar path into his boxers to grasp his erection and began to stroke. It was somewhat difficult from the angle I was reaching and he sensed that.
He pulled away from me only to gather me in his arms and place me on the pillows. Dropping his pants and boxers, he joined me on the bed. I put my hands in his hair to push it back and I could see the anger melting away. He was still angry enough to rip my teddie off me to get to what he wanted though and that turned me on even more. Without wasting any more time, Howie plunged his hard cock into my wet ‘heat’ and began to stroke. With each thrust, the anger melted away even more and he made hot Latin love to me. We came together in a heated rush and he collapsed on top of me.
Pressing his lips to me, he whispered, "I’m sorry I ruined our anniversary, ‘Angel’."
I ran my finger down his chest and sighed dreamily. Nothing had been ruined.
"Where are the kids?"
"At your mother’s. We have the rest of the night to melt away your anger."
Howie laughed softly as he kissed me once more.
I never did find out what had made him so angry but I didn’t care. We spent the night ‘melting’ away his anger.
