I'm Happy For Her, Really

Adria watches her friend stagger inside with Xander and figures the night is over. He carries her to the bedroom and shuts the door behind them. When he comes back out, Adria is still on the couch. She says she should go, but the words feel small. He steps in close and kisses her before she can finish the thought. Her black hair falls forward as he lifts her onto the kitchen counter. He pulls her skirt up, slides two fingers along her, and presses his thumb against her clit until she’s wet enough to take him. She drops to her knees right there on the tile, opens her mouth, and lets him push past her tongue until her throat tightens around the head. He holds her hair back so he can watch every inch disappear. When he pulls out, spit trails from her lips to his cock. He lifts her again, sets her on the edge of the counter, and drives in slow. She grips the edge and watches him sink all the way in, then out, each stroke deeper than the last. Her fingers find her own clit and she rubs in tight circles while he fucks her. He pulls free just before he comes, strokes once, twice, and paints her face with thick ropes. She stays still, breathing through parted lips, cum cooling on her cheek and lower lip. She came here thinking she could get over him. Now she knows she won’t.