Wicked Wednesday #310 — Curtains

Eliza felt her cheeks heat when she saw drops of come on the curtains, backlit by the sun.

She woke up slowly, her body was deliciously sore. Her lips felt sensitive when she licked them, because she had blown Adrien like it was her profession, and he had wanted to finish in her while she was by the curtains. The city was still awake as always even that early in the morning, but not as awake when they fucked fast and furious by the window. The thought of the cool glass on her nipples made her want sex again, and she was not even sure her body could manage it.

But she would manage it, if Adrien would oblige her.

Adrien’s body was ready for it at least, she could feel him hard against her even though he was asleep.

She must have fallen back asleep, because Adrien was awake and caressing her breasts, and it was brighter outside than before. With wide open eyes, she moved her hands along the hair on his body. Starting with the sexy stubble on his face, she moved her hand over his chest, stomach and lower…

“You are insatiable!” He exclaimed, his voice hoarse and his French accent heavy.

Eliza smiled.

Sex was nice with him—it always had been. But it was also distracting her from what had happened the night before. The accident, even though it was not terrorism…it still could have been curtains for her, if she had not been tucked into that nook of the sidewalk making out with Adrien. They had practically fucked in that nook–the accident had stopped them. She had been so sponetaneous with him, her sponetaneity with him was what she maybe loved most about them.

And Adrien was transient in her life, unlike the other men in her life. He was like a dream, all the things between them made sense in their bubble if nowhere else.

She tugged between his legs to show him just how insatiable she was.

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