His grunts draw me in the other direction, back toward reality.
The pleasure ekes away with each of his sharp exhalations in my ear, the keen edge of oblivion dulled to an irritating reminder. An itch to go unscratched.
I want to growl & claw at him ,but I twist my firsts into the bedspread instead and pinch my eyes closed until moisture leaks from the corners & down my cheeks to wet my pillowcase.
Besides us on the nightstand, an alarm drones & I mentally countdown the long minutes until he finishes & I can reach over & turn it off.
With his arms a rentless cage around me, he stiffens above me & groans.
The promise of of oblivion fades, taking the blissful sense of nothingness with it .
The beeping punctures the promised haze of relief & reality claws it's back.
The sweat sticking our torsos together reminds me how dirty i feel,
But I know it's best if I don't move, best just to wait until he gets off me.
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