Chapter 42
**Sara**
I grabbed a condom and ripped the foil packet open. James's eyes followed my every move, hungry and intense.
"Let me," he said, taking the condom from my hand. He rolled it on with practiced ease, his gaze never leaving mine.
"You sure about this?" he asked, his voice a low rumble. "Last chance to back out."
I wet my lips, my eyes flicking down to his hard cock. I wanted him. But a tiny voice whispered a warning, a nagging doubt that I couldn't quite shake.
"Sara?"
I snapped back to the present, meeting his gaze. "I'm sure," I breathed, my heart thumping.
He hovered there for a moment longer as if giving me one final chance to change my mind. Then, with a grin, he lowered himself onto me, aligning his cock with my drenched pussy.
"You feel so damn good," he muttered, his eyes fluttering closed as he teased my entrance.
I gasped as he sank into me, inch by incredible inch. I could feel every ridge, every vein of his cock as it slid inside me, stretching me most deliciously.
"Oh my God," I breathed, eyes fluttering shut as I savored the sensation.
He paused, buried deep within me. "You okay?"
I nodded, unable to speak, afraid that if I opened my mouth, I'd scream with pleasure.
"Good," he growled, beginning to move slowly at first. "Because I don't plan on stopping anytime soon."
With each thrust, he withdrew almost completely, only to sink back into me, filling me up in a way that had my toes curling. The pleasure built slowly, a warm tide rising within me.
James's hands found my hips, guiding his cock in and out of me with a steady rhythm. Our bodies moved together in perfect sync, every thrust hitting that sweet spot deep inside. I could feel the tension coiling within me, a pleasure, unlike anything I'd ever experienced before.
I tossed my head back, my eyes closing as I surrendered to the waves of delight washing over me.
"Open your eyes," James whispered. "Look at me."
I obeyed, meeting his gaze as he thrust into me again and again. Our eyes locked, and it was like we were the only two people connected by this primal act.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling him even deeper within me. His pace quickened, his hips snapping forward with renewed urgency. He thrust hard, his cock hitting my sweet spot over and over, sending sparks of pleasure through my body.
"Fuck, Sara," he groaned, his eyes squeezed shut as he pounded into me. "So tight."
His words sent a thrill through me, and I met his thrusts with my own, our bodies slapping together in a frenzy. I could feel his balls slapping against me with each thrust, a delicious reminder of how deep he was inside me.
The pleasure was building, an unrelenting tide threatening to consume me. I could feel my pussy clenching around his cock, my breath coming in short gasps.
"James," I whispered, my fingers digging into his arms. "I'm close."
"Come for me," he growled, his hips snapping forward harder and faster. "Let go."
His words pushed me over the edge. I cried out, my body convulsing around his cock as pleasure washed over me in relentless waves. I felt James stiffen above me, his breath coming in short rasps as he fought to hold on.
"Fuck, Sara, I'm not gonna—"
Before he could finish his sentence, he tensed, his cock pulsing deep inside me as he found his release. With each spurt of his hot seed filling the condom, I could feel him twitching, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm.
Panting, he collapsed onto me, his weight pressing me into the mattress. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close as our hearts pounded against each other.
At that moment, I felt incredibly alive. Satisfied. Complete. And yet, as I kissed James softly, a nagging thought drifted into my mind.
Tom.
I pushed the thought away, focusing on the warm body wrapped around mine. James's lips found my neck, his kisses soft and tender as he reveled in the afterglow. But even as I enjoyed his touch, I couldn't shake the memory of Tom.
"Mmm, you're quiet," James murmured, his breath tickling my ear. "Too much?"
I shook my head, forcing a smile. "No, it was perfect."
"Good." He kissed my shoulder, his hands tracing idle patterns on my skin.
As we lay there, my mind wandered back to Tom. I couldn't help but compare this moment to the last time I'd been in bed with my professor. Tom had been passionate and intense. His every touch had sent sparks through my body, igniting a fire I hadn't known existed.
And now, here I was, in a fabulous hotel suite with a gorgeous man, but something was missing—a spark, a connection that went beyond the physical.
James kissed my shoulder again, his hand sliding down to cup my ass. "Round two?" he suggested hopefully.
"I should probably get going," I heard myself saying, my voice sounding distant.
His lips stilled, and he lifted his head to look at me. "What? Now?"
I nodded, feeling guilt and longing for Tom that I couldn't shake. "I've got an early class tomorrow."
Disappointment flashed across his face, but he nodded in understanding. "Yeah, of course. I'll get you a cab."
"Thanks," I murmured, already feeling the cool distance growing between us.
As James got out of bed to call me a cab, I hurriedly pulled on my bra, panties, and dress, feeling suddenly self-conscious. The cool air raised goosebumps on my skin, and I couldn't shake the nagging feeling that I was doing something wrong. I smoothed down my rumpled clothes, trying to erase any evidence of our passionate encounter. My fingers trembled slightly as I fumbled with the zipper of my dress, the reality of what had just happened settling in like a weight on my chest. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror across the room and barely recognized the flushed, disheveled woman staring back at me.
"Your ride will be here in 10," James said, slipping his pants on.
"Thanks." I forced a smile, hugging myself against the chill that had suddenly enveloped me.
James must have sensed the shift in my mood because he crossed the room and pulled me into a hug. "Hey, it's been real," he said softly.
I nodded, my throat feeling thick. "You too."
We stood there for a moment, embracing. It should have felt intimate but only highlighted the gulf between us.
The cab ride home was a blur. I stared out the window, lost in my thoughts, as the city streets rolled by. When I reached my apartment, the sun was peeking over the horizon.
I let myself into the apartment. I crept into my room, stripped off my clothes, and crawled into bed, hoping to catch a few hours of sleep before class.
But as I lay there in the growing dawn light, my mind refused to settle. Images of Tom kept flashing before my eyes. His intense gaze, hands on my body, and lips on mine. A dull ache formed between my legs, a lingering reminder of the pleasure he'd given me.
I rolled onto my side, hugging a pillow to my chest. Despite everything that had just happened with James, my body and mind yearned for Tom. It was crazy, forbidden, but I couldn't deny it.
With a frustrated sigh, I buried my face in the pillow, willing myself to forget about Tom and get some sleep. But even as I tried to clear my mind, his face remained fixed in my thoughts, the memory of his touch seared into my skin.
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