[She tries, she really does; she squeezes her eyes shut and tries with everything she has in her to convince herself that if she just keeps going, the illusion of something long gone might not be so bad. But she can hear the reality in the way he says her name and the absence of his hands on her. She wants to beg him not to do this to her, but she knows she's being unfair again.
And still she struggles her way along, refusing to let go of what are, by this point, nothing more than delusions. Silly, stubborn little girl.
She takes as much of him as she can into her mouth, her tongue lapping at the underside of his shaft with each forward slide of her lips. She wants to say that she remembers the taste of him from before, but she can't. Her free hand rises to clench tight around the loosened fabric of his pants, as if holding on could somehow make it better, but it doesn't.
It's really only a few moments of a barely held together illusion before she's pulling back and not sinking back down again, her lips dragged off his cock and she's pressing her forehead against his bare hip.]
I'm sorry.
[Her voice sounds little better than a hiccup and she's not even sure if she's trying to apologize for everything or just herself. At least there's no tears, just a gnawing mix of grief and desire in the pit of her stomach.]
just when things start to get sexy, they gotta make it horrible again ;-;
And still she struggles her way along, refusing to let go of what are, by this point, nothing more than delusions. Silly, stubborn little girl.
She takes as much of him as she can into her mouth, her tongue lapping at the underside of his shaft with each forward slide of her lips. She wants to say that she remembers the taste of him from before, but she can't. Her free hand rises to clench tight around the loosened fabric of his pants, as if holding on could somehow make it better, but it doesn't.
It's really only a few moments of a barely held together illusion before she's pulling back and not sinking back down again, her lips dragged off his cock and she's pressing her forehead against his bare hip.]
I'm sorry.
[Her voice sounds little better than a hiccup and she's not even sure if she's trying to apologize for everything or just herself. At least there's no tears, just a gnawing mix of grief and desire in the pit of her stomach.]