Only One Night (Only One 3)

One leads into another, my legs now falling to the sides of his arms, and he leans down now. My legs wrap around his hips as he puts his hands beside me. His lips come down to mine as his thrusts are just as hard. His nose touches mine as we look in each other’s eyes. One hand goes to the back of his head, and I move it up to hold his head in my hand as he kisses me. His tongue mixes with mine as it goes around and around in a circle. The softness of his kiss pushes me over the edge again, and I cry out his name, but it’s swallowed with his mouth. He waits until my pussy stops gripping his cock before he throws his head back and cries out my name.

He collapses on me and rolls me. My legs wrap around him and now so do my arms around his neck. Our chests are stuck rising and falling at the same time. “That,” he says, “was better than my dreams.” I smile and bury my face into his neck. “It was better than I thought.” I don’t tell him that he's the best I’ve ever had. I don’t have to because I’m sure he can feel it.

He picks me up, and we shower together, but our hands tease, and by the time I step out of the shower, he bends me over and fucks me so hard from behind, I will definitely be feeling him tomorrow. We collapse on the bed, and I fall asleep in his arms, and it’s my alarm the next day that wakes us. I groan as my hand comes out to shut it off. “What time is it?” he asks from beside me, and I feel his cock right between my ass cheeks.

“Time for you to open another condom and fuck me awake,” I mumble out, and three seconds later, he is sliding into me softly. He fucks me delicately now. He fucks me, taking his time. He fucks me until I beg him to fuck me harder. He fucks me until I’m so strung up I’m ready to pull out his hair.

He slaps my ass when we both come, me three times more than him. “I’ll start the coffee,” he says, and I try to raise my hand, but I can’t.

“I think you are going to have to roll me out of bed,” I say, my head still on the pillow.

“Or you can call in sick, and we can do that all day long,” he says, walking out of my room. I wait until I smell the coffee before I roll myself out of bed. I can still feel him in me. He was not lying with the whole challenge accepted. I grab a robe and walk into the kitchen, seeing him making two cups of coffee.

“What do you eat for breakfast?” he asks, and I shake my head.

“I usually grab something on the way to work,” I tell him, sitting on the stool and wincing. He hands me his cup, and the sinking feeling comes over me. He must sense it as he looks at me.

“What did you just think right now?” he asks, and I shake my head and bring the cup to my lips. “Evelyn,” he says my name, and I look at him. “We said no lying.”

I glare at him. “You can’t use that on me right now.”

“I’m waiting,” he says, looking at me.

“You’re married,” I say, and I want to vomit. I put my hand to my stomach. “Like you are going to leave here and go home to your wife.”

“My wife fucks her trainer in my house,” he tells me, and I look at him, shocked. “In the basement, actually.” He looks at me. “So I am going to go home to my son.”

“I don’t know if I can do this,” I tell him the truth, my voice going soft. “I don’t know if I can be with someone who is married regardless.” He walks around now and turns me on the stool. “This sucks.”

“You have no idea how much this sucks,” he says. “I’ve never been happy to come home.” I look up at him. “For the past four years, I looked forward to leaving and going on the road so I would be away from her. I would miss my son, but I would be free.”

“And now?” I ask.

“Now, I fucking hate it because you’re here, and I’m not here with you.” His voice goes low. “I don’t know how this is going to go. I don’t know anything at this point.”

“You aren’t the only one,” I tell him. “In my heart, I know that you aren’t going home to her, but in reality, you still are. You have breakfast with her and then make plans for dinner. You live with her.” The thought makes the coffee in my stomach roil.