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I
grabbed the back of her neck and brought her over to me, she came effortlessly.

I can’t
explain that kiss, or why I even initiated it. I was being pulled; she was
literally pulling me towards her. Her lips were just as I remembered, if not
even fucking better. I sought out her tongue before she had the opportunity to,
she moaned in my mouth, and twisted on the sofa to straddle my lap.

Both my
hands found the sides of her face and her hands found my hair. She pulled at my
hair like she had wanted to do it since the first night she had met me. She
started circling her hips on my cock and I could sense she was aroused. My
hands left her face and moved down her body. Fuck if she didn’t feel unbelievable.
Her dress had hiked up and her thighs were exposed, her skin was soft and silky-smooth.

I needed
to stop…

I wanted
to stop…

That’s a
fucking lie…

I wanted
nothing more than to keep going. I wanted to be with her. I didn’t care about
the repercussions. I lived in that moment. I let it take over me.

I reached
for the hem of her dress and lifted it up. She pulled away from me allowing me
to take it off her and toss it on the ground. Our lips went back to devouring
each other.

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Jesus
Christ…what the hell was I doing?
This man didn’t belong here, he had a wife and a son that he fucking adored and
even I could see that. I had been with married men before; this man was no
different, except I couldn’t forget how we just spent the last two hours
discussing his life.

I had
never been this fucking confused in all of my life. I hated the fact that this man
was doing something to me, he was making me feel, think, and hope…I don’t even
know what it was I was hoping for, however it was there.

I didn’t
do emotions and up until these last few weeks, I didn’t even know if I was
capable of them. I had no clue where the fuck they were even coming from, just
that they were there. It was as if he was pulling a piece within my heart, that
I didn’t know was possible. I didn’t even know it existed.

I
couldn’t feel, I never wanted to. I needed to get back on balance, somewhere
along the way I fucking lost control of myself, and it had to stop.

God damn
did he feel good.

His
lips, his tongue, and his hands.

He was
soft but demanding, controlling but passionate, and fucking intense.

 “Sebastian,”
I erratically breathed, confusing breaths to his lips.

“What Baby?”
he replied with the same sensual words. Damn it. Why did he just have to say it
like that? Why did I even care? Men call me baby…that’s what they say.     

“I want
you.” I managed to speak. My thoughts, my words, they all seem to be entwining
with one another. I was never at a loss of words; this is what I was good at,
playing the fucking part. Why did I not know how to react to this man?

“I want
you, too. I want you more than I have ever wanted any other woman in my life.
You consume me.” He confessed.
I consume him?
Fuck, if he didn’t confuse
me even more.

I tugged
at the hem of his shirt and he helped me slide it over his head. My eyes left
his and I took his glorious body in while his eyes examined my own body. He
stared intently as if I was everything. I wish I could describe the intensity
that I found myself in only I know I couldn’t even do it justice. I couldn’t
even put it into words if I wanted to, it wasn’t possible.

Whatever
was going on between us had overpowered me. I had let it take control. For the
first time in my life, I let myself feel, and fuck me…I didn’t want it to stop.
I threw caution to the wind and just let it happen.  

I
unsnapped my bra, letting the strap fall to expose my breasts to him.

“Touch
me, Sebastian,” I whimpered.

I
grabbed his warm hands and he cupped my breasts then bringing his lips to my
nipple, sucking and teasing as my head fell back in a satisfying moan. I rode
into his erection and he brought one finger to the silk between my legs. I was
sure he could feel the wetness through the thin material.

I
unbuttoned his jeans, releasing his hardness in my hand, he was big and thick.
His eyes once again met mine as I stroked him. He slid my panties to the side
and ran his fingers through my wetness. I moaned, a satisfying moan that was
also foreign. It wasn’t my normal fuck me moan, it was a moan of desperation,
of desire, and need.

I slid
him inside of me, allowing that unfamiliar moan to take over again. I couldn’t
do it. I couldn’t just fuck him and not feel everything that was happening. He
grabbed the sides of my face and brought my lips back to him, he wanted to keep
kissing me. He wanted intimacy.

The men
I was usually with, weren’t like this. I felt as if I was a puppet and he was
pulling the strings. He grabbed ahold of my hips and rocked me back and forth
on his cock, faster and faster. I could hear him groaning and breathing
erratically. He kept looking in my eyes, all over my face.

Not once
did he look down to watch me fuck his dick, and that’s what men did they loved
to watch the act. They thrived on watching, though Sebastian didn’t; he wanted
to see me. I couldn’t take it anymore and leaned in to kiss him. I needed the distraction,
our tongues entwined as we both moaned.

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I
reached for the hem of her dress and lifted it up. She pulled away from me
allowing me to take it off her and toss it on the floor. Our lips went back to
devouring each other.

“Sebastian,”
God it was the sexiest thing I had ever heard.

“What, Baby?”
I replied, my own voice screaming desperation.

“I want
you.” She breathed out between kissing me.

“I want
you, too. I want you more than I have ever wanted any other woman in my life.
You consume me.” I coaxed. I didn’t know why I said that, it was what I was feeling
in that moment. She deserved to know that this wasn’t just a fuck for me. I
wasn’t like every other man she had been with. I wanted her to feel different
with me; I wanted this to be distinctive.

I knew
what I was doing was so wrong, but damn did it fucking feel so right.

She
reached for the hem of my shirt and pulled it off me. Her eyes took me in and
mine did hers. She was wearing a white matching bra and panty set, and fuck if
she didn’t look like a Goddess. Her skin was tan yet I could still see that it
was rosy red from arousal; her lips were even plumper, and her eyes were glazed
over.

She
reached for the back of her bra and one strap fell and then the other. She
tossed it to the side and grabbed my hands to her breasts.

“Touch
me.” She goaded.

I
fondled her breasts and brought my mouth to her nipple. Her head fell back as
she shamelessly circled my cock even more. My fingers found her clit through
her panties and she was soaking wet.

She
unbuckled my pants and brought out my hard cock. I watched as she stroked it up
and down. She was a vixen, she was confident, she knew what she was doing and
how to do it, and it just enticed me even more.  

I felt
her wetness through her panties and she moaned even louder. I slipped them to
the side and touched her folds, all wet and soft.

She slid
down my shaft like I was made for her.

            She
was fucking tight, warm, and felt like heaven.

            Our
mouths found each other again, nipping, sucking, and overwhelming one another.

            She
rode my cock slow at first getting used to me. After a few minutes, her
movements became faster and more urgent. She swayed her hips forward, then
backward, up and then down. I grabbed ahold of her hips and looked deep into
her eyes. Her eyes said everything to me. She held all her secrets and truths
through those eyes.

            I
wanted to know everything. She met my gaze until she couldn’t anymore and
brought her lips back to mine. We moaned in each other’s mouths. I wanted to
see her again. I wanted to watch her come undone.

            “You
like that, Angel? That feel good? Huh? Tell me, Baby, tell me it feels good.” I
huskily urged.

            “Yes…Sebastian.
You feel fucking amazing. God, you feel fucking huge. Your cock is hitting
right against my g-spot. I’m going to come.”

            She
rode me harder and faster until I bit her bottom lip and felt her legs quiver
and her pussy pulsated all the way down my shaft. It felt warm and wet and I
wasn’t far behind her with my own release.

            We
both panted into each other’s mouths.

I knew
then and there that this one time was never going to be enough for me.

The car
ride home was pure fucking torture. I was grateful that Julia had been out of
town for the night and that Christian was with my mother, because I couldn’t
face either of them. I got caught up in the moment, I swear I wished I could blame
the wine for my actions, I couldn’t.

            I
had wanted to be with Ysabelle. As fucked up as it was I craved her. I couldn’t
blame anyone for my actions and decisions except for myself. I was a selfish
son of a bitch. I couldn’t say no to her and it’s not even like she had
initiated it, I had.

            I
threw away all the trust and respect for my marriage in a matter of seconds.
The impulses of my decisions were jaded. I had no idea what fucking
consequences were going to happen because of this.

            Would
I be able to look at Julia the same way ever again? Could she tell I had been
unfaithful to her? I betrayed my marriage, my wife, and my son. I said fuck it
to my vows. I didn’t want to be this man. Julia didn’t deserve this man.

            I
drove around for hours that night. I couldn’t face going home. I wish I was man
enough to tell Julia what I had just done, I wasn’t. I didn’t want to lose her
and I knew I would.

            The
real fucked up part was that I didn’t want to lose Ysabelle either. I had known
this woman for less than two months and I couldn’t imagine not seeing her
again. I never thought I would be capable of lying. When we were kids, Julia
and I were never together. I didn’t ever feel guilt over what Olivia and I were
doing.

            The
God’s honest truth is I didn’t feel guilt over being with Ysabelle, there was
no remorse, and it made me feel more like an asshole. I felt saddened and upset
to hurt Julia, that’s what I felt. It was the familiar feeling of how I felt when
I was with Olivia. I wanted to regret being with Ysabelle it just wasn’t
fucking there. And that’s why I couldn’t go home. The truth was eating me
alive.

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            Three
weeks had passed and life had returned to normalcy in some ways. I hadn’t seen
or spoken to Ysabelle since that night. My family life hadn’t seen any speed
bumps; I learned that I was a good liar.

            I
was due to deliver a yacht to a returning client in the Virgin Islands. Julia
was trying to get away from work to have a romantic getaway, the dates didn’t
match and I was bon voyage by myself.

            My
fingers had been tapping on my desk for the last thirty minutes and I swear I
was trying to ignore the thoughts that were occurring in my head. I had been
thinking about since the second I found out that I would be going away for a
few days.

            I
tried to continue on. My impulses won out and I found myself dialing Madam’s
number.

            “Madam
Residence.” Said the same familiar voice I had heard twice before.

            “Yes,
Madam please, this is Sebastian Vanwell.”

            “Please
hold.” It took all about ten seconds for her to answer the phone, I know
because I counted.

            “Sebastian
Darling, what a nice surprise. How are you?”

            “I’m
great, thanks for asking. How about yourself?”

            “Lovely,
I’m actually having lunch with our beautiful Ysabelle as we speak.”

Fuck
, “Oh…really. Um…let me…” I
hesitated.

“Don’t
be silly. I always have time for you. Now what can I help you with?”

“Right…it’s
just I umm…have this thing.” I stuttered.

“Sebastian,
relax. Ysabelle is absolutely glowing right now. Seems like you have made an
impression on my girl, Mr. Vanwell.” She stated, making me uncomfortable by
addressing her as property.

“She’s
made quite an impression on me. That’s why I’m calling. You see…I have this yacht
delivery I have to make to the Virgin Islands and I wanted the company of
Ysabelle for the duration of that time.”