The Cruel Twists of Love by kathryn morgan-parry Page A

over her lazy hands when they slow in her teasing. And he trails the cold bottle over her skin. Phil wraps his one leg over hers and slips the tip of the bottle inside her desperate body, sinking deeper inside she feels the cool wine pouring inside of her. Phil pulls the bottle back and slides it in again.
    “I got to watch this, you do it for me” and he puts her hand on the bottle. Helen starts making the bottle move inside of her for his pleasure. It felt strangely cold inside but erotic and she could hear his excitement growing.
           Helen was aroused by the smooth bottle and she builds excited by the frill of this strange feeling inside of her. Phil stops her hand moving before she could climax from this strange pleasure. He takes the bottle from her hand and drinking from it first he then drops the bottle nosily onto the floor and quickly forces himself into her. His hand goes for her throat and he picks up his pace inside her powerfully. Holding Helen thigh with his other hand and roughly thrusting into her as she arches her back from his suddenness inside of her. She wraps her legs quickly around him and the tightening building inside of her body with each movement until Helen orgasms and loudly moans out her pleasure. Phil’s thumb that was tracing her throat dips and stops her breath but for longer he holds his thumb to her windpipe until Phil climaxes inside of her only moving his thumb and allowing her to breathe again when he finished. Phil is not moving inside of her but he holds her tight in his arms when he keeps kissing her neck. Shit he didn’t wear a condom she screams in her head.
    “ What wrong Helen?” Phil sits up and looks at Helen with a concerned look
    “ You didn’t ware you know what” she says a little embarrassed that he must have thought she was on the pill.
    “ Oh that, no worries Helen”
    “But I’m not on anything” she could be so stupid sometimes she thinks and there was a packet in her bag why didn’t she think?
    “I know Helen I did your hospital form remember, don’t sweat it. I wanted to do something he never did, touch your skin from inside, sorry we sort something out” she couldn’t tell him that Alan and her were careless sometimes, he wouldn’t understand but she needed to start the prescription her doctor gave her and soon.

“ Don’t go on the pill Helen I know what you thinking but the side-effects long term are not great. I use something from now on” she heard that before, she was going on the pill and he didn’t have to know she thinks secretly.
               Phil was still on top of her when he slept. That was not how she imaged sex would have be like with him she thinks and she was a little confused by how she felt. Helen’s neck hurt from the bite he give her last night and her dad was going to go nuts if there was a bruise. Helen hated like being marked by bites. Her friends from school before she moved here with her parents always had love bites and Helen thought of them like ownership from their boyfriends. Phil stirs a little in his sleep. She liked him and she felt safe with him even when he stopped her breath, she strangely trusted Phil completely. But he would have to learn to stop with the marking of her skin. She could not cope with that. Helen liked to please him and his stroking of her neck was nice, but she was not sure about him stopping her breathing. At the time she had to admit that she was excited by it and that she liked him in control.
              Phil breathing has altered so he awake she thinks, but he pretending to still be asleep. He still has his shirt on but no trousers, he must have taken them off before he came onto the balcony.
    “I don’t like you biting me” she knows he awake she thinks and nudges him
    “I know what you sound like asleep” but he still says nothing so Helen nudges him again.
    “I need to show men you belong to me”
    “Then find another way, I don’t like bites” she