Ashley pov
6:30 AM
The bed is empty and impossibly white, so billowy that it made me feel out of place. No Eliza, no morning kisses, no dreams of Virginia, no kids. . . My head felt empty as could be, I felt out of place. Time to get up anyways, breakfast is calling to my growling stomach.
I rubbed the soft skin on my stomach, slowly, counter-clockwise. Diane wasn't in today, we gave her the month off; looks like I'd have to cook for myself. I slipped out of bed and took my robe from off the chair by the vanity and stepped into my slippers. All of a sudden, a rush of memory came flooding back to me, or was it all a dream? Was this all a dream? Fuck if I knew.
I love you. She mused upon my breasts.
I love you.
Don't leave me. Her lips attacked me down to my nether lips, they feast and speak confessions against my pussy like prayers.
It hurts so much. I tell her. The pain of losing, loving her and what she had done to me. It hurts so much. But it was only a dream. I know how our conversation ended last night, I said I wanted a divorce. Eliza didn't come into the room last night and do that. After all, her lips were on that . . . Girl, Lita Torres!
I'll make it go away. I promise you I'll make it better.
Please go away, just you go away. I pushed her away from my wanton and saliva coated pussy.
No. She growled.
Eliza! It all came back to me, it did happen last night. I was so tired that I was half sleeping when she . . . Did what she did. My back arched too, I was in a full body spasm and rocked back to sleep, it had been a long time since I had an orgasm like that.
Call out my name. She said.
I did, God knows I did. I called it out while I was half sleeping and in full spring of my orgasm. Eliza! Eliza! Eliza! God knows I tried not to cum. God knows I tried to run away from her. God knows I tried to hate her.
Before I pulled the comforter back and looked at the fitted sheets. Cum. There were cum stains on the bed. It happened and I couldn't act as if it didn't or that I didn't cum when my wife ate me out in the middle of the night. God, fuck you, Liz.
"Good morning ex-wife," speak or think of the Devil and she will come, with coffee. She handed me a cup of coffee and it was made the way I liked. Two splashes of cream and a teaspoon of cane sugar. She called me "ex-wife", how cute. Ugh.
"Ex-wife," I raised my cup to her, "good morning," at least we could both act like adults.
"You look like you slept good, any dreams last night?" she asked.
I walked out to the balcony that connected to our room and took a swig of coffee. "slept fine and yes I had one dream,"
"Oh?" she smiled softly, taking a seat with me, looking into the up and coming sunrise where her skin turn gold with the new day hues.
"Yes," I answered.
"Tell me about this dream ma chere,"
"A succubus visits me in my dreams, in the middle of the night where the moonlight shines on her skin and she's begging for my forgiveness on her, my mercy to be shed as she sucks the premium soul out of my cunt, I call out her name and realize I can never run away from her, she had my soul the moment she laid her hands on me," I told her.
"Could you ever love anything that was a dream?"
"No. . ." I answered, quietly but then it felt worth further explaining. "you can not love something or someone who is real, but an alternative is to be a fangirl of something fictional like on Wattpad,"
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If I Lie : Book 2
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