Coffee?
Oscar felt heat go through his fingers, after he read the text from Eliza. He put the phone down, knowing he was going to answer her later.
Now, Sally was naked, her hand between her legs and her eyes on him because she wanted him there. That was a quiet message from her as she played with herself, before he moved her hand and sucked her fingers. Her taste as familiar and as comforting to him, as any comfort food. She moaned as he sucked her fingers, which indicated to him how much she wanted him.
He wanted her. She had not put on her clothes since they got here, and he could not keep his hands off of her. He had fucked her front and back, both intensely pleasurable to both of them. He could say he fucked her, but she knew how to move against him that it felt like she was topping from beneath him. And when she was on top, he was her plaything.
Looking at her, as he sucked her finger he wondered how they were going to fuck this time.
This time, they both knelt on the bed and looked at themselves in the mirror because the room was filled with them. And Sally liked to watch, so he kissed her and turned her face so she could watch him fuck her. She smiled, a lewd happy smile that made him want to shove harder and harder into her—he knew she could take it. Sally pounded on the wall as she came, and someone on the other side pounded back. They laughed, as she pressed her cheek to the wall. Oscar pounded himself on the wall, when he came later—they both pounded, and then took each other’s hand.
They were lying tangled within the sheets, still not able to keep their hands off of each other. Sally caressed his cheek.
“Are you okay?” she asked, caressing his chest.
He nodded.
“You?”
She kissed his chest.
“Hungry? Do you want coffee?”
Sally gestured to the coffee machine in the hotel room. Oscar shook his head, he did not want coffee now. He was going to have coffee, or maybe something stronger with Eliza when he was back in the city. Something warm or strong to sip, while he told her about Sally. The ghost that he felt he resurrected, when he told her that she was out of the picture and just a fond memory.
His memories were fonder and had now multiplied, as he got hard again and Sally was at the ready to take care of it.
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I wonder whether he would really tell Eliza about Sally?
Rebel xox
i feel their relationship is as special as her and Rafe’s i think he would have to?
What a brilliant example of being able to tell a long story in a relatively small number of words. I really like the phrase “the room was filled with them,” and the detail about the person on the other side of the wall pounding back made me laugh!
thank you Jo, i feel that ww always really brings out my writing skills!!!