It was touch and go for a while on Sunday night. After our usual snuggling, we began making out. I was being my usual suave and deboner self (and the boner was quite high quality) when she sat up and put an end to the festivities.
Mrs JBRG's thoughts sometimes drifts away from the activities at hand. Last night it was a text conversation with the folks who are in the process of buying our townhouse right before we were headed upstairs. Me, being the considerate and loving guy that I am, went back over to my side of the bed and held my arm out as a signal to her that everything is OK. We snuggled a bit more, me figuring it was going to lead to sleep.
After about 15 minutes or so, she rolled onto her side facing me. Then we really started to get into the groove. Soon enough, I whispered into her ear that I was going to fuck her and curl her toes.
Hell, I tried. Sunday night was one of those nights where despite my best efforts, her toes didn't curl. It was still enjoyable for her. Just didn't get her off.
There's always the next time, whenever that is.