There is urgency to his movements. There are no soft caresses, and no gentle
touches. When he senses my compliance he
takes over.
I lose myself in his passion. I let the heat wash away my doubts and
questions about him.
I feel his teeth nip at my nipple and I suck in breath, my
mind focused only on the present. Every
single move he makes draws me farther and farther out of my own head.
The sex doesn’t last long.
We both burn hot and quick, and when it is over I feel wonderfully
blank. In the afterglow my mind is a
haze.
I still love him.
My eyes catch sight of that Bluetooth earpiece now sitting
on his dresser.
I still love him.
I just don’t know if I fully trust him anymore.
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