Cleo was considered a cougar in her circles, Cadmus was younger than her but nothing that would make her a cougar by any means. If anything he was the one that was more sophisticated than she was.
Relationship wise.
Her job was just as substantial as his and she made a decent amount of money, but as far as the relationship went he was the one that showed her things. She was a little older, but he made her feel delicate and vulnerable. He entered her body with so many different things that required her trust and patience, and always made her call out his name loudly because she wasn’t ready for the pleasure that he provided her. He made her look in his eyes when she rode his fist, and there was nothing that had ever been more intimate than that to her.
But to have him walk out of her hotel room knowing she was livid, and not touch her. Just followed her around the room trying to make eye contact—he wanted to know that she was okay, but she was not going to give him her eyes. She did not want him to see what she was feeling, he was not privileged to get to see her anymore.
“Please go,” she had said, the heat of him on her back from him following her about the room like paparazzi. She threw up her hands like he was an offensive flash. She heard the door close, and the tears started in her throat. Fearful she would choke to death, she threw herself across the bed as if to eject the tears and she screamed silently.
He was gone, even if she had asked him to go…he was gone and she was not sure that this time he would come back. She had never been afraid to tell him to go before because she knew that he would come back. But this time, with Mathilde, her eyes tightened as she thought about the other woman. With Mathilde, she was not sure he was going to come back this time.
She could not close her mouth…
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Once again I love how you have used the prompt.
Rebel xox
damn that is gut wrenching, well written but deeply sad