I hesitated.

She was so beautiful. The dim light softened her features making her look more fragile almost delicate.

“Are you sure about this? I mean, is it okay?” I ask for the hundredth time. We’ve made love before, but never like this. Tonight I felt more exposed than ever before.

Her eyes tightened and she sighed loudly. Without an answer, she thrust my hand against her sex already slippery with desire.

My last wall caved and my reservations faded into the background. I grabbed her by the neck and she gasped in pleasure, eyes wide. In the back of my mind, I didn’t want to hurt her but there was a primal part of me that didn’t care. She asked for this, she could hardly blame me for doing what she wanted.

Grabbing her discarded pantyhose, I gagged her with them. This would be a night we’d both treasure, or it would live in infamy; ruin us. I could feel guilt clawing at me from somewhere deep inside me. Ruthlessly, I shoved it way down. That could wait until tomorrow. Until then, our desires were one.