With one last deep thrust, he stiffened against her, his cock pulsed and pulled a little aftershock from her as he came.
When they both stilled, he pressed his damp forehead to her shoulder and her thoughts became as loud as their breathing.
He did it. He didn’t run. He stayed and persevered.
He even got her to the point of orgasm without much effort. That meant if he really put in the work, sex with him would be some of the best she ever had.
That made her more determined than ever to have sex with him again.
In a bed.
Facing him. Kissing him. Exploring him with her eyes, mouth and hands.
Making it more of a two-person sport.
More than a hurdle for him to overcome.
And while she was proud and hopeful that he had taken this step, she wouldn’t be surprised if his thoughts were spinning, too. He was most likely coming up with an escape plan.
One she wouldn’t take as an insult.
What the fuckdid he just do?
He swore this woman would be his undoing. She pulled him in in a way he couldn’t explain.
But why her?
What was it about Aaliyah that drew him? And why couldn’t he resist?
She was outspoken and pushy. Stubborn and, without a doubt, could easily outsmart him. If he let her.
Every time he tried to expel her from his thoughts, he failed.
He said he wasn’t going back to the group’s weekly meetings. That would turn out to be a lie. He already accepted defeat on that front.
But that wasn’t what was eating at him…
He just had sex with a woman who wasn’t his wife.
Just had sex with a woman he didn’t know very well.
He. Just. Had. Sex.
It had been so long…
Too damn long.
Despite that, how could he want another woman as much as his wife?
That pull he couldn’t explain… It was the same as when he met Jackie.
That realization sent a bolt of fear and confusion through him.
He didn’t understand the unmistakable pull then. He didn’t understand it now.
Back then he didn’t question it. He didn’t fight it.
Now he did.For fuck’s sake, he had no choice but to fight it. Ignore it. Pretend it didn’t exist.