Pride and Prejudice V

It had been a day since her encounter with Vincent, yet the man continued to haunt her; his touch; various lingering queries. Was he thinking of her? What was he doing? Was he sleeping with any other women yet? Whether he was dating anyone was of little concern to her. She felt his mouth clamped over her sex far more than she’d like to admit; his vein-circled cock pushing inside of her steadily those mere three or four minutes before he jerked himself into a towel. Yet she still troubled over his confessions.

He’d had the chance to admit he still cared for her yet said all he wanted to do was screw her. And he had. He had feigned his affections to bed her and discarded her again. She had let him. She worried she would again. Perhaps he knew all it would take was a half-intentioned I love you or I want you for Blue to disregard the week past she was yet to come to terms with. Some part of her felt she was stuck in some strange fever dream