I lock eyes with Matty after months apart and she looks even more devastating than I remembered, curves sharper, smile dirtier. In pure POV I drive into her hard and deep, her moans filling the frame as I take her exactly how I’ve wanted. I finish buried inside her, flooding her unprotected, and the second it hits I realize she isn’t on the pill—this is a real fucking problem.

The Night Had Already Worked Its Magic By The Time Sapphire Astrea Followed Me Into My Bedroom. Her Red Dress Shimmered In The Low Light, Clinging To Her With A Confidence That Left Me Breathless. She Sat On The Edge Of My Bed, Eyes Blazing With The Same Fire That Had Pulled Me In All Evening. With A Slow Smile, She Took My Hand And Guided It To The Thin Strap On Her Shoulder. “take It Off,” She Whispered, As If Inviting Me Into A Secret Meant For Us Alone. The Room Tightened Around Us, Warm And Electric, Every Second Stretching With Anticipation. As The Fabric Slipped Away, So Did The Last Traces Of Distance Between Us.