Tonight's Secret Slip-Up

I met her at the bar last night and we hit it off immediately. She was wearing a tight black dress that hugged every curve of her body in ways that made my fingers itch to undo all those buttons. I tried not to stare, but once she offered me her number and asked if we could meet up later tonight, there was no way I was saying no. Tonight came too quickly for me to think about the consequences, let alone change my mind. We met at a motel on the outskirts of town because it felt safer, less likely that anyone would recognize us. But as soon as she walked in and threw her coat on the bed, there was an undeniable tension between us. She started talking about how much I had intrigued her from the moment we first met. And then, before either one of us could stop it, our lips were locked in a fierce kiss that left me breathless. Her hands were everywhere, gripping my hips, running through my hair, pulling at the hem of my shirt until there was nothing between us but skin. It felt wrong and right all at once, like something that should be taboo but just couldn't help myself. I broke away from her lips for a moment to whisper how guilty I felt about this, about what it would mean when I got back home to my partner who has no idea any of this was happening. But the guilt only made me want her more, and I could feel myself hardening against her as she reached down between us, grasping at my cock like she couldn't wait another second. She undid my jeans with one hand while pulling me into a deeper kiss with the other. Her fingers wrapped around me before I had time to think it through anymore, stroking and squeezing until I was on the brink of coming, trying to push her away but needing her closer than ever. Her mouth trailed down my neck and chest as she worked me over, her tongue tasting every inch of skin she could reach. Finally, she guided me inside her without another word, our bodies moving together in a rhythm that was pure instinct. I felt her tight walls gripping me tighter with each thrust until we both couldn't take it anymore, collapsing onto the bed as waves of pleasure washed over us. I left not long after that, ashamed and scared about how easily my resolve had crumbled despite everything I should have been loyal to. But every part of me aches to do it all again.