I skipped the banter part sue me we’re moving on <3
Ass- hole. She struggled, and he maintained his aggressive strokes inside her, knowing now that the sound of her cries, and the shape of her body did not belong to just any insignificant hookup, but it was Amani: his friend, his never requited love. And that awareness drove his senses to their peaks, feeling the moment with her as if he had never forgotten the memories, and his longing had only grown stronger every day of her absence.
A part of him also hoped it he was hurting her.
He wanted her to feel the pain she deserved, but still, he waited for her to finish. He kept his composure as long as he could because he was an adequate sexual partner, but specifically with her, he wanted to preserve the moment for a bit longer. This was a one night stand after all, so if he did not see her in the morning, that was expected. She would only become a memory to reside in, so he tried to extend the moment just a bit, knowing there would be more to replay.
After they had finished, Amani tried leaving, but his mind was still a bit paralyzed. It was so surreal. Everything he had wondered before, he knew the answer to now; how she looked without any of her clothes on, the way she kissed, what she felt like on the inside. Yet still… he could not have her.
A part of him wished it hadn’t happened this way.
But he brushed it off, and held her wrist before she could leave.
She raised a brow, and he laughed, pulling her by the hand. “And where are you gonna go now, to sleep? Because if you still feel like you can dance right now, then I didn’t do my job right.”
She rolled her eyes, and he raised his hand from her wrist, using it to brush her messy hair from her face to preserve some of her grace.
“The night’s barely started.”
He spoke to her sensually, and she listened with the same energy he was giving her. For a moment, it felt distantly like the times she would tease him back in the day, just that this time she hadn’t left him wondering. It was so familiar that it almost felt like magic, pixie dust floating around her shoulders.
Til someone opened the bedroom door.