Just One More Time Before We Split Up

I met her through work, and we clicked instantly. The chemistry was undeniable, but I knew it wouldn't last long since my fiancée is just a month away from our wedding date. Still, we decided to sneak around once in a while for what we called 'our little secret.' Last night, she came over wearing nothing but her confidence and the scent of jasmine perfume that drove me wild. We barely exchanged pleasantries before diving into each other like it was our last time. I couldn't help but wonder if this intensity would diminish after tying the knot. She straddled my lap and slid down onto my aching erection, her warmth enveloping me completely. My hands gripped her hips tightly as she started to ride me, slow and deliberate at first. Every thrust brought us closer together, the friction building until it felt like we were one entity moving as one. I reached between us, finding her clit with my fingers, massaging it in a rhythm that matched our pace. She moaned louder, pressing harder into me. Her back arched and her head fell back, exposing her neck where I marked it with soft bites and kisses. Finally, we both came together, she collapsing on top of me, her chest heaving against mine as my seed spilled inside her. It was raw and passionate, a perfect end to our affair before the wedding plans moved us apart completely.