Trilling

She wanted it rough, Oscar could give it to her anyway she liked it and she wanted it rough. It was what she needed to feel again.

Cleo knew how to entice him, she could persuade him with a few looks or the movement of her hips. She did not even really need to touch him to get him to do what she wanted, but she wanted to touch him. 

To taste him.

She opened her mouth to do just that, when he pulled her by the hair and made her look up at him. Her nipples were tight and wound up like explosives pointed and ready to get her off at any second.

“I need it rough, I need to feel you,” she purred, and he gave her what she wanted. Cleo curled on her side, her body resonant with the things he made her feel. He had bitten her nipples and labia, and they trilled with sensation still.

He had almost fucked her trip to Paris out of her, but then she thought about Cadmus and his new girlfriend again and she shook with renewed anger. She was still so upset at what had happened in the most romantic city in the world—where she had even been romantic with Cadmus.

Now it was cast with a dark shadow, and she would remember the love that was taken from her there. Her body still trilled with hunger, even after Oscar had made love to her just the way she wanted. But she was so confused, she did not know what she wanted as he held her in his arms and saw that she had a text from Cadmus.

Oscar’s arms tightened about her, and she knew he must have seen Cadmus’ name and face on her screen as he now tried to call her.

She did not reach for her phone physically but so many scenarios went through her mind that she might as well have.

“You need to get that?” Oscar asked.

Her answer was to snuggle more into him.

For now.

 

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