Feels great.
I watch her ass jiggle as I slam into her. She’s on her knees, bent over the sofa cushions, face resting on them, and I’m on my knees behind her, holding her waist as I go fast.
She showed up here early in the morning. It was kind of crazy because it was only 40 minutesafterGabby left.
Gabby is exhausting sometimes, but I can’t even blame her for being upset. I really wanted to move past all of this, and I’m always wondering if hiring her was a good idea.
I feel like I owe it to her, of course, but maybe living in the same house is not a great idea. Not if she’s going to constantly bring up the past all the time. Maybe it’s still very much the present for her.
Maybe I’m entitled, but I wish we could just exist in the house together the way we did when we were married. When we’re not fighting, it almost feels like that.
When I opened my eyes to her standing over me, I wondered what she was doing. Any normal man probably would be terrified thinking she was trying to stab him in his sleep, but even though it was dark, I could make out the look of tenderness on her face. And my brain processed, when it happened, that she had touched me.
But she had crossed that boundary she agreed not to. She caressed my forehead or something.
The memory was so welcome and familiar and sweet that I actually thought it was part of my dream. Weird thing is, I had been dreaming about lying in bed with her on a Sunday morning right before making love. We would lie facing each other, and she would cup my face like that or brush my hair back with her finger… only for me to wake up and see her doing exactly that.
Why did she do that?
She says she doesn’t care about me anymore, but obviously she doesn’t mean it. She’s probably just really angry, and of course anybody would be. I’ve never been cheated on, and I can only imagine in my mind what it would feel like, but I’ve never actually lived it.
I tried to rationalize my mind so many times to justify why I slipped. It was just a very human moment, and I made a mistake, but the thing is I kept making the mistake over and over. I should have cut it off at the source.
Sarah screams as she comes around my dick. Her screams pull me out of my thoughts, causing me to come too. I can hold off pretty long with her, since she prefers long sessions. I had to learn and train myself not to come too quickly. For Sarah, 20 minutes is coming too quickly.
Now I’m tired.
Sarah grunts as she backs her ass up into me, smiling and laughing in satisfaction. “Did you come?” she asks.
“Yeah,” I reply.
“Youdid? When?”
“Right after you did.” My cock throbs twice with its latent spasms. “See.”
“You were so quiet. Why don't you make any noise when you do it?” Sarah asks, getting off her knees and standing on them so she’s almost the same height as me. She throws her arms around me, pulling me in for a kiss before leaning back, waiting for the answer.
I shrug one shoulder. “I don't know. I don't feel the need to.”
“The first time you and I did it you were pretty loud.”
“Yeah, because it was a really big bust.”
“So why don't you have one like that again? What? Was it only super hot because you were married at the time and you knew you shouldn't have been doing it?”
Sarah smiles impishly, but this feels like a kick in my heart. Maybe she’s on the money. Itwasreally hot because I shouldn’t have been doing it. My cum was so forceful that day because I was giving in to a forbidden fruit.
Shame washes over me. No matter how hot it was, it wasn’t worth the fallout. It wasn’t worth losing the only thing that was ever really that important to me. I love my job, love what we’re working on, love being part of history that will spearhead humanity into the future they only dreamed about in sci-fi movies.
And I still derive joy from that… I share that joy with Sarah but it’s not the same. She doesn’t have the look of wonderment in her eyes the way Gabby did.
I used to think Gabby didn’t care because she didn’t understand what I did. Sarah convinced me that nobody outside of our field could truly understand. And for some stupid reason, I believed that. But even though Gabby didn’t understand, there was something I saw in her eyes that I didn’t see in Sarah’s or anybody else’s.
Pride.
Awe.
My mind flashes back.
