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I eased two fingers inside her, curling them as I moved. Her hips rocked against my hand, her body trembling.
She pressed her face into the pillow as if to muffle her cries of pleasure. My thumb circled her clit. Her hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer, begging me not to stop.
I felt her body tighten, her muscles clenching around my fingers. A cry of ecstasy escaped her lips, dampened by the pillow. I could feel her pleasure pulsing through her, waves of pure bliss crashing over her.
She lay there, gasping, her eyes still closed, her body trembling. It was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. Then, she rolled me over and straddled me. "Your turn," she said with a smirk as she lay a finger to my lips as if to silence me. Molly lowered on to me, her tight, warm walls hugging my cock. We groaned in unison, her nails digging into my chest as she rolled her hips.
"Oh, fuck." I whispered as her pace quickened, the friction of her body moving over mine sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. My hands grasped her hips, guiding her, urging her on.
She rode me, her body undulating, her breasts bouncing, her eyes locked on mine. Her breath came in short gasps, her lips parted, her cheeks flushed. It was the most erotic thing I had ever seen.
Eyes shut, I let the sensations wash over me. Every nerve ending tingled, every fiber of my being on fire. My heart thundered in my chest, my blood rushing in my ears. My body tensed, every muscle coiled, ready to explode.
She leaned forward, her hair cascading around us, her lips inches from mine. Her eyes sparkled, a smile dancing on her lips.
"Let go," she whispered, "I want to feel you."
Those words were my undoing. I breathed out her name like prayer on my lips. I came, her body clenching around me, drawing out every last drop.
A few minutes later, we untangled ourselves and got dressed in silence. I knew she had to go, but it was getting harder and harder to say goodbye.
As we stood by the door, she gave me a quick kiss. "See you soon."
The moment she was gone, guilt hit me. I should have told her about Natasha's text, but I couldn't. Natasha was toxic and it was my job to protect the people I care about from her. And I knew that if Molly had been there when I got the text, she would have insisted on coming with me.
While the thought of her being there was comforting, I didn't want her to see the wreckage Natasha left behind. She was too good, too pure, and I couldn't bear the thought of her being tainted by the darkness that had consumed me all those years ago.
I sighed, running a hand through my hair searching myself for any possible ulterior motives that I might have for wanting to see Natasha alone but there were none. Any feelings I may have harbored for her died long ago. I was sure of it.
I showed and dressed, feeling strangely like I was going to my own funeral. I woke Hailey up and went downstairs to make breakfast. I smiled at the sight of the full coffee pot. Molly must have made me coffee before sneaking out.
The day crawled by in an uneasy normalcy. Work went smoothly, the kids bored with the school year and ready for their three-day weekend for Memorial Day. Hailey seemed happy enough when we parted for the day and when I picked her up. I didn't see much of Molly. Our break periods didn't line up and lunch time was her time with her friends.
I had plenty of time to get myself worked up about meeting Natasha. The only thing I didn't have worked out was how I was going to get Molly to hang out at my house until I got back. I ran over the possible scenarios. Pretend I needed to pop out to the store? All the stores closed at eight. Then it hit me. I could say I was running over to Dan's house under the pretense that I left my laptop charger at the cabin, and he found it and brought it back with him.
That could work.
But the thought curdled in my stomach. What was the point in lying? Why couldn't I just tell Molly? She would understand, right? Or maybe she wouldn't. Natasha had been the jealous type. I didn't see Molly that way. She was always so sure of herself. But what if it was an act and she was secretly insecure?
The thoughts swirled in my head, and I couldn't make them stop. But that night, I wasn't the man I thought I was. I lied to her.
After dinner, Hailey disappeared into her room and Molly worked on grading papers at my kitchen table. She had made us dinner and somehow that made what I was about to do worse.
"Hey, Molly?"
"Yeah?"
"Would you mind hanging out here for a bit? Dan texted and said he found my laptop charger at the cabin before he left. I need it for tomorrow morning."
"Of course." A contented smile dimpled her cheeks, and I had to repress the disgust I felt toward myself. I almost told her the truth. Almost. Instead, I kissed the top of her head and left.
The bridge stretched out before me, its weathered planks creaking under my weight as I hesitantly treaded across it. Memories flooded my mind, each step echoing with the laughter of days gone by. This bridge, once a symbol of love and promise, now felt like a battleground.
Natasha stood at the other end; her figure lit up by my headlights. She hadn't changed much. She still exuded that same air of effortless beauty that had captivated me years ago. But now, there was a hardness in her eyes, a coldness that sent shivers down my spine.
As I approached, she turned to face me, her lips curved into a smirk that sent alarm bells ringing in my head. "Jake," she purred, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "So glad you could make it."
I forced a smile, trying to push down the surge of anger bubbling within me. "Natasha," I replied, my voice tight. "What do you want?"
