This Bed Is On Fire With Passionate Love

Well, we haven't had sex since we married!?!

That was a whole 8 days ago. We don't normally go that long between fucking. I'm not sure that it has been that big a gap before now.
I understand that due to circumstances it can be perfectly normal to not fuck constantly and that occasionally, sex isn't the top spot on everyone's agenda, HOWEVER...we haven't had sex since we married !?!

There could be a perfectly reasonable explanation for this, in fact, it's two fold.

a) He is in pain, maybe more than he lets on. Not enough pain for him to go to the doctors again and not that sex is the cause of the pain, but sometimes after, his hips hurt. Maybe if the pain is getting worse and he is becoming frightened of it, then he would abstain.
b) Last Saturday, an XBOX was purchased. This has resulted in him playing games online with his pal until the early hours and I have been retreating to bed alone.

Above are rational explanations, that are perfectly fine and understandable BUT, it could be a case of

c) I am THAT pregnant that he can't possibly bring himself to have sex with me or
d) He doesn't enjoy having sex with me!!

Of course I am finding in favour of the two latter explanations, simply because I am an insecure, hormonal Orca.

The problem is, how do I fix this???

He struggles talking about my sexual needs finding me too erm, demanding maybe? Pressurising could be more accurate. I admit, my sex drive is high and could be elevated further due to pregnancy. I actually manage to hide it from him. If he knew the true level of horniness I have, then he would run a mile. Luckily it is under control at the moment. I can increase it or ease it as required usually. I seem to be coping with masturbation currently but am becoming steadily bored.

If I can't discuss sex with him, then I could try and initiate more often? He once complained that it was always him making the first move during a row about sex. He is right, I ALWAYS leave it to him. Mostly through fear of being rejected or fear of pressurising him into having sex when he doesn't want to.

I'm not the type to become too frustrated that I would look elsewhere and my imagination is capable of keeping my masturbation fairly stimulating. It's not necessarily sex that I am requiring from him, just to be touched.

Last night we went to bed together, my hopes building that we would indeed, do the deed.

All was not lost though. I turned on my side hoping he would cuddle up to me and he did, with gusto. I love an enthusiastic cuddle. He did that more than normal in the cottage, every night in fact. It was a strong cuddle, a really close cuddle. His hand was so close to my breasts that I considered shuffling around a bit in order to cause him to brush against them, hoping he would get the hint, but decided against it. His groin pressed into me, again making me consider wriggling back against him to arouse his interest.

I didn't want to push things because the problem was...I was so grateful of the cuddle with gusto. I didn't want him to turn away from me.

I put my hand between my legs and his hand grabbed my wrist, just clutching it tightly. Not stopping me, not assisting me, just like he was letting me know that he knew what I was doing.

Again, I was grateful. I wasn't being dismissed or ignored or rejected.

He was there next to me, knowing what I was doing. He was holding me, pushing against me, breathing really close to me and for last night, it was enough.