Reservations

“I don’t follow.”

Yeah, Talia was just as confused. In the hours they spent having marathon sex, there were moments she felt him with her, like their souls were meddling, flying together. Then there were moments where she felt like he wasn’t there. He would be looking right at her as he moved inside her but he wasn’t present. He could have been anywhere and with someone else while he was physically with her. At those instances, when she met his blank gaze, she too would be pulled out of the moment as questions bombarded her head only to get chased away by a soul shattering orgasm. Present or not, the man knew how to pleasure a woman. Oh yeah, she thought self-deprecatingly, by his own confession she was one of many, so his skills in that area were honed.

Though she was feeling a little betrayed and used, she couldn’t help but think about the reason why. The distant deer caught in headlights look in his eyes as he mumbled incoherently