Why I Gave In

So yeah, tonight I ended up having sex with Sarah from work. We've been flirting for months but never crossed that line. Guess my self-control is worse than I thought or maybe she’s just really good at it? Either way, once we got to her place and the door shut, everything changed. She pinned me against the wall, one hand gripping my thigh, the other sliding up under my shirt, then all I could do was respond as she undid my pants and guided herself onto me with that familiar slick wet heat enveloping every inch of me, moving slowly at first then faster until we were both just gasping for breath. It felt so intense it hurt but in a good way, you know? Now I’m not sure if this means anything or if I should try to pretend nothing happened.