I Don't Love You
All he could feel was heat and her scent filled his head. Her skin against him was so smooth and the feeling of being inside her was finally too much. With a suppressed grunt, Cloud Strife released his seed inside her. He felt his member leave her, her hair causing a sensation he didn't want but that wasn't unwelcome.
He lay next to her, his eyes still closed. He hadn't been thinking of her. His thoughts lingered on a dead woman. Only the image of her let him feel true release. Of course he felt terrible for using his best friend this way, but she wanted him and he wanted something. He wanted flesh.
Cloud looked over at the woman he'd just fucked. Her ample breasts heaved and her face was covered with an arousing blush. Cloud regretted that he couldn't love this woman. She was great looking, nobody could deny that, and when people saw him walking with her in public he knew they were envious. He knew they were staring at her figure, wishing they could fuck her like he did.
But only one girl could give him that feeling of warmth in his heard. She was gone.
Tifa was here.