Eliza rubbed a minute purplish splotch on her thigh, that she had not know was there and Rafe promptly kissed it.
And other places.
She was pretty certain that they had sex more now that he was engaged to Ingrid. Ingrid went on a lot of conferences, and Rafe basically lived with her when she was away or vice versa.
She gasped loudly, when Rafe’s tongue hit her clit. He was not adverse to giving head, but he was definitely more up for it than he ever had been and she was not complaining!
He kissed the very inside of her thighs, and lathed her labia with his tongue. Since he knew her body as well as she did, without even an effort he made her come and he was not done.
Rafe did not stop licking her, and she squirmed because she was sensitive from her first orgasm and he was not giving her a choice on the estimated arrival of the next.
Her legs parted wider, he spread her ass cheeks and the sheets stuck to her anus. She was sticky wet and feverish from his attention.
She could not look down, because looking down at him giving her head would make her come even faster so she stared up at the ceiling and moaned. Her body shook, and her legs practically fluttered.
Eliza slumped with pleasure, but also with grief when Rafe’s tongue touched the faint purple spot on her skin. Her skin was bruised, but so was her heart. Even though they were making love, they were not getting married anymore. She was not his primary anymore. And after all of these years that she had been with him, she never thought that they were not going to be married. And it did not even help that a part of her was happy they were not getting married, another part of her was just mad that she was not the chosen one anymore.
“What is the matter?” he asked, stroking her thigh.
She looked down at Rafe, which she had been trying not to do not because of how he made her body feel, but because of how her heart felt.
Bruised.
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Poor Eliza, she is thrown from the one emotion to the other. I hope she finds someone to whom she can be a primary, someone that is everything she wants in a man!
Rebel xox
she is bruised, who knows what is out there!!!
A bruised heart is the worse bruise of all.
it really is, Eliza is pretty fragile right now.💔
So sad! A bruised heart is so hard to get through. <3
it really is…she is so fragile right now…
From really sexy to very sad. Poor Eliza! Looking forward to see where you go with this! 😉
indeed, not sure what halloween is going to inspire…but excited to write it this week!!!