Sally was very thankful for the bartender, he did not look at her but she knew that was on purpose. He had been the ultimate gentleman defending her honor.
But she knew he had an ulterior motive.
As she looked at the suggestion of a very detailed tattoo through his shirt, she followed it up to his strong jawbone and saw the tension there. If a move was going to be made, she was going to let him make it. She did not trust herself after her last bad decision, and if he made the move she could blame him after.
“Having any luck with those apps? I am an old-fashioned guy myself. I believe in meeting people in person and letting them know how I feel…” He announced.
She had looked up at him, as he was closing up the bar and now as she lay under him. Her body ruminated with pleasure. She had come so hard, that it felt like the residual pleasure haloed about her body. He held her and kissed her neck.
Sally lie on her side, as he caressed her body like a musician making love to his treasured instrument. She did not want to question it, she just lie there against him and let him touch her until she felt like she was floating.
“You are so beautiful,” he said kissing her shoulder. “You are like an angel.”
There was nothing angelic about her, just him saying that made her distrust him even more. He turned her onto her back and straddled her.
When he slipped into her he already felt familiar, like he belonged there and she moved against him desperately needing something from him that she was not even sure how to describe. He pounded into her harder and harder, and she moved more and more desperately.
She did not trust him, but she had to trust their bodies together in the moment.
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Sometimes trust in the moment is where the trust for later starts 🙂
~ Marie
Beautiful writing – the coming together scene in particular
May x