The Last time
I lay back, savouring the freshly pressed linen against my naked body. “This is the last time,” I told myself, knowing the truth: I was falling down a rabbit hole without a plan.
Darren kissed me again, driving me crazy with his intensity. I buried my hands in his hair and pulled desperately. Covered in goosebumps, I shivered under his touch. Between gasps, kisses, and laughs, I found enough sense to speak.
“Don’t cum inside,” I warned, catching my breath.
“As my queen commands,” he replied with a hoarse laugh and a deep thrust.
I groaned and shuddered against him, pressing my hands into his back. It took everything in me not to bury my nails into his flesh as his thick cock filled me. I couldn’t leave any marks. The delicious sensation grew as he rocked his hips, reaching places inside of me nobody else knew. He rolled and pushed, withdrawing only to enter further and faster.
Our moans and gasps were the only sounds filling the room, becoming our language. He knew how to drive me crazy, how to make each thrust count. His skin colliding with mine became the only thing I cared about as he touched my most sensitive spots.
I’d never experienced so much pleasure than when I was with him. Every sensation, including Darren’s hands caressing my thighs and breasts, drowned me in quicksand. I loved it.
My orgasm hit like an explosion, a bomb of indescribable sensations dragging me to the peak of pleasure. As soon as my orgasm ended, Darren’s began. He complied with my rule and pulled out as soon as it took hold. His muscular frame hung over me as he rubbed himself back and forth, soiling my breasts with his ejaculation.
I remained still, allowing the warm fluid to pool along the contours of my body as it threatened to slide onto his bedsheets. I was so exhausted that I gave it no mind. I caught my breath as Darren reached for a towel to gently mop his secretions from my chest. I found comfort in the silent room, still thick with the smells of pleasure and sin.
When I opened my eyes again, I allowed myself to gaze around the familiar space. I’d been in the room countless times, but I’d never paid attention to the details, like the white silk sheets now clinging to my sweaty body or the large mirror suspended from the ceiling.
“Whose idea was that?” I questioned, pointing to the mirror with my chin.
“I can’t take credit for that,” Darren replied before sighing. “None of this was my doing.”
“Ugh, I hate that bitch,” I deliberately paused, hoping to catch sight of his reaction. “I bet she wanted to use it to perfect her O-face.”
“Well, you’d be surprised at how boring she actually is in bed.”
For a moment, I detected a hint of resentment in his voice. Before I could ask him about it, my phone lit up with a notification. Since Darren and I had become locked into this dangerous game, I couldn’t afford to ignore my reminders. An adrenaline rush hit me when I realised that my tracking app revealed the words “within one mile.”
“Shit!” I exclaimed through my teeth, jumping out of bed. I dressed quickly in a panic.
I bent down to kiss Darren goodbye before bolting to the door leading to the rear garden. I reached the wooden fence and took a breath before scaling it. I was acting like a damn teenager, creeping through the back door of my own home.
My heart was still pounding when I heard the key turn in the door. The risk was immense this time. I was almost late, becoming more careless as my passion grew.
Fortunately, I had arrived right on time to meet my husband in the living room and greet him with a warm kiss.
“Welcome home, dear. I was just about to prepare your dinner,” I lied.
“What if I tell you that the only thing I want for dinner is your sweet pussy? It’s the only thing I’ve wanted to eat all day since being in surgery,” he confessed flirtatiously. He wrapped his arms around my waist. “Kick back on the couch and let me eat you out.”
His hands sought to loosen the buttons on my jeans. My nipples hardened at the prospect. Harry was invigorated, reminiscent of his older self, the one who would devour me. And yet, I knew I couldn’t let him taste me. I needed to shower after the way Darren had fucked me just moments before.
“Mmm, baby, I would love that. Let me take a shower first, okay? I’m feeling a bit musky after my walk,” I lied with a smile, tearing my wrist away from his lingering grip. Harry forced half a smile in return.
I darted upstairs and locked myself in the bathroom to shower. Not only was I not in the mood to have my pussy eaten, but I also knew that I still had Darren’s cum all over my body. Conscious of engaging Harry’s newfound energy, I took extra steps to shave my pussy and legs before washing my hair. Still, I felt just as dirty when I stepped out of the shower as I had when I stepped in.
By the time I left the bathroom, Harry was already snoring on the sofa.
