100: worse nightmare

SCARLETT

As I gulped down the water meant to replenish me, I couldn’t help but wonder what had moved Alex to offer me some water.

It wasn’t a grand gesture, but it wasn’t his usual style. He was the type to completely dissociate or disappear from the scene after sex not caring whether I was framed or not afterwards. But today, for the first time ever, he’d not only helped me up, but he’d offered me water.

When he’d first offered it to me, my instincts were to decline because it seemed suspicious that he would do anything of that sort. However, I was far too spent to be my usual stubborn self so I settled for quietly accepting it.

And God, they way he’d fucked me…. I’d give anything to relive that exhilarating experience even if it meant that I’d be unable to walk afterwards.

But I didn’t want to dwell on those thoughts else he’d pick up the scent of my arousal and actually grant that, and while that was somewhat exciting, I needed my ability to walk since I had to get back to the make