Underwater Love

They were restless lovers traveling on the road of love. She hates him, she loves him, he loves her but he hates her. There was a strange sense of trust between them, they feared what they could be. But they trusted each other to deliver one thing. Feelings to the side they were in it for the thrills, they were in it because they were lonely.
It was one of the cold nights, the sky was clear and the moon beamed down on the city. They hid from the cold in their warm hotel bed at the Hotel Le Prestige. The skank looked into his eyes as he went inside her like a wild animal, she loved him- well she loved what he did to her. She waited three hours in that shitty hotel just so they could have sex. As I wondered what the hell she saw in him her screams got louder, he started to get creative and she just ate it all up. She submitted to his will like a whore and he just grinned with his shit eating grin as his skin clapped against hers.
That night was a special night so of course he gave his all, of course she submitted to his will. That night would be the last chance they could meet each other. They fucked in the same hotel room from when they first met. It must've been a sentimental thing for them because they climaxed at the same time. She let out a relieved sigh like she's been waiting for him all week, like she just tasted a piece of Heaven. He looked at the ceiling with glee ever so proud of his manhood.
In the darkness of the room only their cigarettes illuminated the room. As they laid there she couldn't help but wonder what was going on in that head of his. He just laid there with his stone cold face while he looked at the smoke float off of the light of the cigarette. She couldn't resist she had to speak, "Are you gonna come see me when you come back?" she said. Her voice broke the silence, and her words broke his heart just a little bit.