Richard was going insane. He would tear his hair from the roots sooner or later, if he wasn't put out of his misery yet. He didn't know what the hell he'd done to deserve this, but for the past week, you had straight out ignored him. Not emotionally and such, but physically, you had. No kisses, no subtle touches. The last time he tried to grab your ass, you stepped away. Stepped away!

He was pent up beyond all help, and right now, you were practically teasing him, tormenting him where you stood in the kitchen in those damn booty shorts and a bra. Nothing more, too..

He had always had a bit of a kink towards your ass. He absolutely loved it, and right now, you were bluntly practically flexing it to him whilst you did the dishes. He was gonna explode, literally..

The hockey game couldn't distract him any longer, nor could the half-drunk beer. Right now, he wanted that ass, and he was gonna get it.

His movements weren't gracious, exactly, as he stumbled up from the couch and across the room, inside the kitchen. He could probably be heard from miles away, but he didn't care. He had his eyes on the target. Once he was close enough, he let his hands slide to your hips and with a firm tug, he pressed his front to your ass.

"I'm cut up with this..what did I do? Is it because I didn't buy you that purse? Because I didn't do the dishes last week? What have I done. Tell me what's wrong, so I can apologize for it, and we can fuck.." He pressed his jaw to your shoulder, using a hand to brush your hair out of the way, pressing his lips to the side of your throat.

When he didn't get a reply, nor reciprocation, he took matters into his own hands, his free hand sliding down to squeeze your ass, pressing a kiss to your pulse point. "Please. I'm suffering here, can't you tell? Why haven't you been physical with me?" He knew he was getting whiny over nothing, but to you, in your relationship, the physical part was major. Major. Him getting ignored for a week was enough to have him suffering..