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Her lips tasted sweet and bitter, too, like a complex cocktail of desire and tension.
I ran my hands roughly over her big tits, and my dick dripped pre-cum down my leg. The need to fuck was so overwhelming I knew that if I didn’t enter her, I would come.
I went down on her and licked her clit until she pulled at my hair and cried out for me to stop.
We were both hot and hungry and desperate for each other.
Impatiently, I thrust into her. The sudden fiery need between us was intense. Like I would combust if I didn’t enter her.
Her nails dug into me, and I went in hard for the buildup. Her orgasm clasped my cock tightly, which moved like a piston, and unable to hold it back, an orgasm rushed through me like rocket fuel.
I’d never come that hard before. I even growled as I exploded. It was like I was emptying all the angst and stress of those past hours.
Each time we fucked or made love, it became even more intense for me. Like I was building up to an enormous head-blasting climax. Regardless of the drama in our lives. Manon took me somewhere I just couldn’t have imagined existed.
“I hate how fucking addicted I am to you,” I said while trying to catch my breath.
“Me too. I can’t live without you, Drake.”
I pulled away and stared into her eyes. They had that film of tears, which almost made me cry.
Afterdinner,Isatback to watch the football with a cup of tea. I almost felt normal. Especially after that steamy session with Manon. But then she started sulking again. Which might have had something to do with me telling her I couldn’t promise anything about us together in the future.
I just said, “I can’t think beyond tomorrow, to be honest.”
Manon went quiet and just kept packing and unpacking her suitcase.
After thirty minutes of doing that, she stopped and gazed at me.
“What?” I asked.
“When we return to Merivale, will you see Kylie?”
I nearly laughed at that ridiculous question. “That’s the furthest thing from my thoughts.”
“Am I in your thoughts?”
“Well, right now, I am wondering why Eriksen’s not getting a red card.” I pointed at the television.
“I hate you!” she yelled, then went into the bathroom and slammed the door.
I got up, released a loud frustrated breath, unsure of what to say to make it better. I knocked on the bathroom door. Mainly because I didn’t want her to do something stupid.
I’d removed her knife, but she might have stashed another somewhere.
“Hey. Come out. Let’s talk about it.”
About what? I wondered. What did she want me to say? I was in so much conflict over everything, I hardly knew my fucking name, let alone where we were going as a couple.
She walked out naked. “Do you still hate me?”
“I never said I hated you.”
Her tits bounced slightly as she came towards me. “Then why are you being like this?” she croaked.
“Like fucking what? I was just watching the game, minding my own business.”
“That’s what I mean. You’re treating me like I’m invisible.”
