Priscilla

S4 ⭒ Episode Three

"Our hearts still glow for each other..."
♪ This Is What Our Love Looks Like Now • Ainslie Wills

PRECIOUS MOMENTS

"Did I make you feel good tonight?"

"Yes. You made me feel very, very... fucking good." I whisper. I can't help but smile at the memories of ten minutes ago. Halen kisses me again, softly, and I exhale into him, savoring the sharp and tangy flavor of wine and weed that lingers on his tongue. He holds a joint, and I hold a half-full glass of red.

As promised, we ended the evening in the bath.

The water is steaming and bubbly around us, only tea candles lit around. But, that doesn't matter much, given that our eyes have been spent closed since we've been in here. I take a sip, and he kisses me. He takes a hit, and I kiss him. It's a winding down game now, and one I won't pretend not to enjoy.

We slowly part again, but our noses stay close and brush teasingly. I slip a hand under the water and rub his inner thigh, "I'd ask you the same, but I think I already know my answer. When you said you weren't gonna last long, I didn't think you meant you could come just from..."

"Tasting you?" He quirks a brow and I nod. "Mm. Well, as delicious as you are," He pauses to kiss me, only when he pulls back again, he takes a quick hit of his joint and leans back against the rim of the tub. He blows out smoke and it swirls with the steam in the air. I scoot closer and further entangle our legs while I take a sip of wine. "I think it had more to do with me feeling inside of you."

I furrow my brows. "Really?"

"I've never touched anyone like that before. Been inside someone so intimately with my fingers."

I go to take another sip, but I lower the glass instead. "Wait, what?"

"When I started my Porn career, I was told by many women that my hands are a turn off," He mutters lowly, sounding very disconnected. I can't tell how it makes him feel. He speaks with little to no inflection. He says everything like 'fact'. "And that they do not feel very well on the delicate skin you all have there. I never got past, very little I might add, clit play on women with my fingers. From there on, I kept hearing the same thing, so, I abstain from touching at all."

I have to set my glass down outside the tub. I straighten my back and stare at him as my heart cracks in my chest. "Are you serious?"

"I neglected to mention it as I thought you'd feel the same. I didn't expect you to ask me to do that tonight. My oral skills are better for it and they always suffice enough. No need to feel any sort of way. They were only saying how they felt."

"In the bitchiest way fucking possible. Who could ever think, let alone say such a mean thing? That's not true."

"You're the only woman who thinks so," He looks at me, "I have tried creams and serums all my life to change their texture and roughness, but they're ugly. They always will be."