Caught Up In The Moment

I got divorced a few months back and have been trying to move on. Last week, I met someone new at a bar, Sarah. We clicked instantly, and the chemistry was undeniable. She had this fiery look in her eye that made my heart race as soon as we started talking. Before we knew it, she invited me over for coffee. But coffee turned into drinks and drinks turned into laughter until it felt like there could only be one thing left to do. As soon as the door closed behind us at my place, we were all over each other. Our hands roamed everywhere, lips pressed hard against each other's. She kissed me with such intensity that I almost forgot how to breathe. Soon enough, she was on top of me on the couch, grinding her hips into mine, her wetness already soaking through our clothes. I helped her undress and felt my own cock throb against my jeans. We fumbled for a moment until I finally managed to unzip them and pull out my erection. Sarah gasped at its length and wrapped her hand around it immediately, pumping me in perfect time with her movements on top of me. She looked down at where our bodies met, grinning as she took control, her breath coming in hot pants against my neck. 'God,' I moaned when we finally tumbled onto the bed, 'you're so fucking wet.' She chuckled darkly and leaned over to kiss me again before pulling off her panties. She straddled me once more and guided herself down onto my length with a groan. My cock stretched her open inch by inch until I was balls deep inside of her. 'Fuuuck,' she hissed, leaning forward and pressing her body close to mine. The way we moved together felt so right and natural that it took me back to the best moments in my marriage before things fell apart. Now though? This moment was so much more raw, more intense. Sarah's nails scratched down my chest and I couldn't help but grab her hips tighter as she started to ride me harder. Is it wrong to feel like I might be starting over with this newfound connection?