His Girl

He says he doesn't remember anything, but then he was drunk. However I think he not only remembers everything, he knows full well he fucked me that night.
He'd gone out with his brother to commemorate my mums passing four years ago.

When he got home he obviously forgot (Or so he says) we'd swapped bedrooms as he didn't like sleeping in the room my mother had passed away in.
I myself had been out with a girlfriend and drank a few vodka and orange drinks.
I kind of felt him get into bed with me, but for some reason I now can't figure out in my own mind why I didn't react when his hand cupped my breast, and his penis rubbed against my pussy lips through my knickers.
I also didn't stop him when his erect penis slid between my labia after he'd moved my knickers to one side.
I did try to stop him when he entered me, but I also found myself enjoying the feeling his cock thrusting into me.
And the more he fucked me from behind, the more I wanted the sex.
Eventually with his continuous thrusting I orgasmed and it was such a powerful climax.
By the time he'd withdrawn and cum all over my arse cheeks, I was desperate to feel the man I truly loved with everything that I am, deep inside me again.

Turning over to face him however, he was fast asleep.
But that didn't deter me. I moved him onto his back, completely removed his boxers which were around his knees and sucked in his cock.
It took a good ten minutes before his penis became fully hard, but by then I was so horny for him. Straddling his thighs, I sank down and impaled myself on his cock. Not once taking my eyes off his face, I began fucking the man I'd loved all my life.
It was an extraordinary fuck, one where I had all the control and I used his hard cock to get myself off twice. The second climax making me squirt all over his cock and balls.
Climbing off of him, I saw him smile a little and I wondered if he was actually fully awake, yet he didn't move.
I toyed with the idea of sleeping with him, but I decided to go into my old room.

I was already up and sat in the kitchen when he got up with a hangover. I made him some breakfast and sat opposite him at the table drinking coffee.
Asking him if he enjoyed last night, his answer was "Well you know, just wanted to remember your mum".
When I said "No, I meant in my bed when you got in".
He said he didn't remember getting into my bed, but woke up this morning shocked that he had.
Pushing the moment, I told him I'd thoroughly enjoyed everything last night, especially him being in bed with me.
The smile returned but he didn't say anything.

And that's how it's been the last five months. He'll get into bed with me and we'll have the most amazing sex. Sometimes with him tonguing my pussy and arsehole for over an hour before he fucks me. Yet he'll not talk about it afterwards or the following day.
It's as if he's frightened to admit to the in***t. Well I'm not because I love him with all my heart. And my body needs his manhood so much.
We have sex nearly every night now and I've even slept with him recently. But he still insists on not talking about our times together.

I suppose I'm looking for the confirmation of his love and devotion as well as his gorgeous cock.