Dominic:
The woman under me screamed out her legs wrapped around my waist. Her fourth release making her nails dig into my back breaking the skin drawing blood as I pounded into her faster and harder trying to erase the images and the feel of Edith's touch, that even after six months, still lingered on my skin. I can still feel her on me.
That is the only reminder of her ever being real. Sam didn't resemble her in any way. She never spoke of her and neither did I. It was better for the both of us this way. She went about her life and so did I.
"Did you c*m?" the woman asked. I think her name was Marisa maybe Melissa.
"Of course I did, baby," I lied flatly.
"I have to go. My husband will be home in the morning," I nodded as she stood up and got dressed. I'll never understand humans.
