Wanted

I lay on the floor, knowing my dress barely covered my arse. I had removed my knickers some time earlier.
I waited.
He flicked through the music channels. I tilted my hips and waited some more.
I rolled over on my back and spread my legs wide. And waited.
'I can see 3 holes i could put my cock in' he said.
I grinned. 'Why don't you then?'
'Because i'm not as highly sexed as you and its not like i don't get it often enough. But i do want you'

Maybe he was a little tired or a bit drunk. Or just not in the mood.
He has always been the same, i don't know why this occasional reaction surprises me or why it hurts so much.
I wanted my lips to be stroked, licked. To have my hips pressed into the floor as he straddled me.I wanted lust, passion, a body slamming fuck because he couldn't wait a second longer to have me. I wanted to be wanted.