The irony of great sex is that it only inflames our need to have it again. So it was for me after my incredible first time with Faith. My desire for her grew daily until I was obsessed and only able to focus on her. To make matters even worse, despite snatching some illicit time on the phone, my chances of having her again appeared to diminish with each passing day.

Okay, she was married and almost twice my age — but my mind was awash in the hormones of youth, cursing me with a willful foolishness and an almost fatalistic lack of patience. Regardless of the realities of her life, not seeing her again was a choice I simply couldn't accept…

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It was unbearably hot that morning. I should have been in class, but pedantic lectures and the dry, recounting of history were the farthest thing from my mind. I'd made it as far as my car but I couldn't turn the key.

Instead, I’d remained parked under an old, gnarled oak until the shade it provided moved on in its unending flight from the sun. I was so completely lost in memories of losing my virginity with Faith that I barely noticed the heat until beads of sweat formed on my skin.

By then, the sun’s rays were beating in through the windows, making my car too hot to remain inside. Still, that heat was nothing compared to my burning need for her.

I was about to take a terrible risk, and like so many things in a young man’s life, I simply couldn’t stop myself. My desire for her was like a bit in my teeth, pulling on me, drawing me to her with a force I couldn’t resist. Scowling at my own weakness, I opened the door and stepped out onto the sun-bleached concrete. A gentle breeze washed over me, bringing relief to my body but failing to cool the molten arousal rushing through my veins. I was in a haze of lust and felt strangely invisible as I approached her house.

That feeling grew as I gazed up and down the street. Not a soul in either direction. School was in session for the younger kids, just as it was for me, and no one was left to play in front of the century-old, craftsman-styled homes. Ancient trees lined the street, providing me with both cover and shade as if they were silently complicit in my illicit affair with a married woman.

Images of Faith, memories of how she sounded and the way she felt, coursed through me. My pulse raced and my erection hardened in my 501's as I stealthily moved up the manicured walk toward her door.

The timing was perfect. Her husband was at work, and at this time of the morning, her two children would surely have joined their friends at school. The sexually charged calls Faith and I had shared over the phone at this time of morning, gave me every reason to believe she would be alone. The problem was, she’d never actually invited me to her home. This was a step I couldn't be sure she wanted me to take, and I had no doubt she would be shocked to see me at her door.

I could almost hear the blood rushing through my veins as I climbed the wooden steps of her porch. The shaded veranda provided a welcome refuge from the sun, and I paused for a moment, surrounded by the almost surreal normality of Faith’s life.

Standing among the many potted plants decorating her family home, I truly began to understand the risk I was taking. All around me were those little things that made the place feel lived in, each one representing a small nuance of her life. Whether it was her son’s baseball glove lying on the wooden rail, or her daughter’s skates left next to the door, I was faced with the reality of her family’s presence, even though they were absent at that time.

What struck me most was a tiny, plastic bucket containing a pair of dirt-covered gloves and gardening tools. Purposefully tucked behind an overflowing pot of multi-colored flowers, it suggested she’d just been here, only to be called away by some mundane household distraction.

Not far away, a hand-crafted, double swing hung from the roof. The porch and the whole yard, were beautifully maintained, and the little bits of clutter from a families daily life were sure to give visitors a feeling of welcome and harmony. Watching the swing slowly sway in the breeze, I began to get a glimpse of who she really was and how absolutely unwelcome I might be in the midst of her domestic life.

That, of course, was the thought I'd struggled with since getting up that morning. Every neuron in my brain screamed at me to leave, but my heart wouldn't let me. From the first, our passion had been fueled as much by the risk as it was by our desire. The danger of something so wrong turned a passionate moment of lust into a near earth shattering liaison that left us both wanting more. Age difference aside, we were violating her vows — but the thrill of that violation was absolutely intoxicating.

Knowing there was no turning back, I raised my hand and knocked on the hard, darkly stained, mahogany door.

I waited for a moment… then an electrifying tingle ran up my spine as the door inched open. Behind it, a beautiful vision of blond hair and deep blue eyes gazed at me. Those eyes opened wide as recognition flashed on her face, and she clutched the door tightly to her breast.

“Sean? Is that you? Shit, baby, what are you doing here?” The usual, feminine lilt of her voice rose with fear as the shock of my sudden appearance sank into her heart.

Her reaction was like a knife in my belly and a wave of panic swept through me. Her anger at me was well deserved, but I refused to believe she would actually send me away. Stepping close, I reached for her hand, only to grasp empty air.

"Faith... I'm sorry I surprised you," I said, withdrawing my hand. "I just had to see you again. Please, don't be angry."

I desperately feared I’d gone too far and frightened her to the point that whatever magic we shared was vanishing. Her fear, heated by a flash of anger, flared in her eyes as she tried to make sense of what I’d done.

"Jesus, Sean, what were you thinking? You can't just show up like this! I'm a married woman, remember? Do you have any idea what would happen if anyone found out about us?”

Her words struck me hard. She was right, of course. I could have ruined her life by showing up like that, and my heart sank as her anger scorched my fragile ego. Fear and shame boiled inside me and I recoiled, stepping back as I realized how badly I’d screwed up.

I thought all was lost, but when I failed to find a response, Faith visibly wilted, weakening under the same carnal need I had for her.

“You know I want you, Sean.” She spoke softer now, quieter. “I want you so badly it hurts, but for there to be anything between us, I need to be able to trust you.”

"I know, I know,” I answered, raising my open hands in frustration. “But you are alone, right? It’s been so long since we were together and I can’t wait to be with you again. Please don't ask me to leave..."

I was conflicted. My need for her was burning like a hot coal in my heart and yet I was terrified I might have ruined what we shared.

That moment hung in space and I became convinced she would tell me to go. But, thankfully, her eyes suddenly flashed in the beguiling way that had captured me so completely the first time we met. Hope flared in my heart, and as her lips turned upward in a repressed smile, I knew she still wanted me.

Emboldened, I stepped closer, drawn to her by that irresistible gravity I'd felt before.

“I am glad to see you," she admitted. "How could I not be? You just caught me by surprise. Please, come in. Let’s get you off the porch before someone sees you.”

The door opened further and she pulled me inside. Her mood switched from anger and fear to excited as I followed her into the house. A small, nervous warble appeared in her voice as if she were still unsure of why I was there. “Can I get you something? Lemonade or tea, maybe?”

My heart was buoyed and my belly clenched while I held her gaze. Deep blue eyes peered into mine, washing away her chastisement on the porch and bringing new life to my erection. Reawakened, it throbbed with hunger and incredible electricity once again charged through me.

Full hair framed Faith’s face, a golden aura that made her pale skin glow. She was a short, petite woman but with curves to make my blood run hot. Her light blue, button-up blouse, and faded, loose fitting jeans, showcased a natural beauty that made me tingle.

This moment was the culmination of hours we’d shared on the phone since our first time together. The phone was our only safe connection, and we used it whenever possible to play out our sexual fantasies. During those conversations, my confidence grew until the boy she’d known had grown into a man. I was no longer afflicted by a weary shyness. I knew what I wanted — it had, after all, driven me to take this somewhat risky step — and I wasn’t afraid to let her know.

“Is that what you want to do?” I asked, surprising her as I continued my slow pursuit across the living room. “Sit and drink lemonade? I think you know I didn't come here for a drink on the porch.”

"I know.” She swallowed. Her breath was deep and I sensed her growing arousal. I knew then it was the chase she loved, the idea of being wanted. She knew exactly what she was doing to me and I willingly followed her in pursuit.

I raised a hand to caress her soft cheek with the backs of my fingers. "Then tell me what you want.” Lifting her chin, I forced her to look into my eyes.

Step by step, Faith continued her slow retreat, and I walked with her across the carpeted floor. Hands clenched at her sides, she trembled as my touch grew bolder.

"I want you,” she said. It was barely a whisper, yet the words sounded loud in my ears.

"No," I said, shaking my head. "Tell me what you want me to do. I want to hear you say it."

By then, she’d backed into a wall. She was mine, and we knew the game was reaching its end. Faith was clearly shocked at how powerful I’d become and she fidgeted nervously. Her voice became hushed, building tension that added hot fuel to my desire.

"You know what I want," she murmured. “Please, don't make me say it."

"Tell me anyway,” I commanded. "I want to hear it from you.”

"Why? If you already know, why must I say those words?"

"Because it will turn me on."

We were stumbling into a new game; the roles were reversing. Her submission lit a fire in me and I felt a surge of power. I was stronger and demanding, more dominant with her. We were playing off each other's secret desires and, instinctively, I pushed her, believing she wanted me to break her will.

Faith's eyes grew wide and she quivered under my gaze. The game had taken an unexpected twist and she struggled with her shyness for a long moment before finally wilting under my stare. "I want you to fuck me."

My blood instantly boiled at her admission and I pressed my lips to hers, kissing her hard. Faith's arms encircled my neck and she kissed with an equal passion. The chemistry we shared flared between us and I was tempted to take her right there, against the wall. But I was determined to have her on my own terms and I relented.

"Take me to your bedroom,” I told her between kisses. She groaned softly into my mouth.

With only a couple of fingers lightly holding my hand, she led me down the hall before turning to face me. Her touch was electric, and a flush of arousal pulsed through me as I entered her bedroom. I was the hunter and she was my prey. The desire to hold her, and crush my lips on hers, rose like a storm in my gut. Swallowing hard, I forced myself to calm as she led me to her bed.

“We have three hours, Sean. After that, you have to go, okay? Please, tell me you understand. I can’t risk more than that. You have to promise me."

I nodded, then added a demand of my own. "I promise. Three hours and then I'm gone. But, until then, you’re mine. I want all of you this time, Faith. Can you do that for me? Can you give yourself to me, totally, without reservation?"

I could almost hear her groan as I towered over her, but she bowed her head and nodded. “Yes, until then, I belong to you. You can have of me anything you desire."

I can barely explain the effect of those words. They gave me a feeling of power I’d never felt and my entire body tingled with lust. Stepping back, I composed myself and considered the possibilities. "Take off your clothes,” I eventually commanded. "Do it slowly. I want you to tease me. Make me want you even more than I already do."

I doubt Faith ever imagined that I’d be so bold. Breathing heavily, her chest rose dramatically and her fingers actually trembled as she began to unbutton her blouse. From between her heavy breasts, she moved down, button by button, revealing her pale nakedness. A white lace bra covered her breasts and I gulped as her blouse slid from her shoulders.

Without a word, I followed her lead, removing my shirt, and I watched intently as she popped the button on her pants and drew down the zipper. When she hooked thumbs into the waist of her pants, I broke the silence.

"Faith, wait. Not yet."

Again, she raised her gaze to meet mine, hands frozen in the act of slipping her pants over her hips.

"Turn around," I told her, my voice gruff with anticipation. "I want you to show me that magnificent ass of yours.’

Faith began to shake, but once again her lips curled upward. Whispering, "Oh, my God," she turned her back to me. Then, with a deliberate hesitance, she bent over, pushed the jeans over her ass, and guided them to the floor.

Oh, my God was right. Seeing her like that, bent over the bed she shared with her husband, wearing nothing but bra and panties, made my head swim. It was a hot and burning taboo that violated every vow she’d made with the man, yet she was doing it for me. My cock was hard and pulsing as she stood, and I kicked off my pants while she unhooked her bra. I was naked by the time she let it fall to the floor.

Going behind her, I slipped my arms around her waist and nuzzled the nape of her neck. Faith moaned softly as I gently nipped her sensitive flesh. Her body was warm against me and I held her tightly, grinding my cock into the cleft of her panty-clad ass.

“You're mine, right?" I whispered, cupping her breasts.

Arching back, she stood on tip-toe and turned her head to kiss me. “Yes, Sean, I’m yours and I want to please you in every way.”

She almost purred and my gut tightened at the thought of her offer, but I paused. In that moment, I hungered for a taste of something her husband no longer desired. Pushing her back over the bed, I knelt behind her, smoothing my palm down her spine until my fingers hooked on the waist of her panties.

Faith kept her head on the sheets, but as she turned her gaze toward me, I saw burning heat in her eyes. “Oh damn, Sean, when did you learn to be so forceful?”

“I don’t know,” I said between kisses on her thighs. “It's more that I know what I want now, and I’ve got a pretty good idea of what you want from me.”

“Oh, and what might that be?”

Using both hands, I dragged her panties over her ass, making her squirm as they slipped out from under her. Faith smiled playfully and a giggle escaped her throat as I freed her from her undies. By the time she was nude, Faith was sucking on a finger, clearly wondering what I had in mind. When I lapped my tongue up and over her slit, she gasped in realization of what I was about to do.

“Oh, my gosh Sean. You remembered… Ah, fuuuck!”

I actually felt the sigh pass through her as she surrendered to my kiss, and my cock throbbed as I savored my first taste of pussy. “How could I forget,” I whispered between licks. Faith whimpered as my tongue slipped deep between her supple lips.

“Oh, God… it’s been so long since I've felt this, Sean. Please, kiss me there. I need you to make me come.”

Knowing Jack had denied Faith this pleasure, spurred me on. I wanted to give her something she needed, to show her I was a better lover than her husband. I licked her deeply, eagerly delving into her and lathering her puffy flesh until her juices oozed into my mouth. Soon, her lips puffed and opened like a flower, exposing her wondrous depths. Faith held her ass high, legs parting and quivering as I licked her from behind. This position became difficult for us and she willingly submitted when I flipped her onto her back.

Her scent was like a drug, driving me into a fierce state of arousal. Pushing her thighs apart, I ran the flat of my tongue up and between her petals until it flowed over her clit. Faith squeezed her breasts and pinched her nipples while she writhed on the bed.

I locked onto her look of pained hunger and my whole body ached, longing to pin her to the bed and fuck her as hard as I could. I was so aware, so sensitive, that even the comforter brushing my head felt exquisite.

Faith became incredibly wet, the pale skin of her inner thighs glistening with her juices. Occasionally, I would move off her mound, biting and sucking on her skin until she was whining in frustration.

“Please, Sean, stop teasing me. Let me come. Please, make me come. Yes… that’s it… lick my clit, just like that. Oh, shit, yes… suck on it and make me come.”

Listening to her pleas, a feeling of pride and power rushed through me. I was a superman and I bore down on her, licking furiously as the strain built within her core. She writhed, undulating under me, as her orgasm gathered like a storm.

I wanted her to explode, and I locked my lips on her clit, sawing my tongue over it again and again. Faith’s breath caught, and that's when I licked my fingers and plunged them deeply into her slick and hungry hole.

She was so very wet, and her juices splashed as I finger-fucked her hard. She suddenly tensed and a low, guttural moan soared from her throat. The moment hung in space — and then she came, screaming, “Oh, fuuck” on a loud, drawn out gasp.

I was content to pet and gently rub her mound while she trembled on the bed. I watched the orgasm roll through her and my blood bubbled with pride at providing her with so much pleasure. I was smiling like the Cheshire Cat when she opened her eyes, sparkling like sapphires, and she returned my grin. Then she crooked her finger at me.

“That was amazing, Sean. Now, get up here. I want to feel you inside me.”

No words ever spoken to a young man could have been more welcome, but as I hovered over her, memories of our last time together flooded my mind. Then, too, I’d been wracked with my need to fuck, and I took her without regard, fucking her hard and fast until I erupted, filling her with my cum. It had been a feral and exciting moment, my masculinity running amok like a wild beast. It was what I needed at that time, but it was also over far too quickly. Now, I was determined to savor every second of our time together, just as I intended to savor her body.

Slipping into the saddle of her thighs, I leaned and kissed her deeply. “Well, it certainly seemed you enjoyed that. I know I did.”

Faith snuggled into me, wrapping her arms around my neck and curling her legs around mine. “It was wonderful, Sean. It’s been a long time since Jack did that for me. If not for my vibrator, I might not have come in years."

Her face lit up in the embarrassed giggle that followed, and I laughed along with her. “Well, that gives me hope we can do this again.”

"Again? My goodness, Sean. We haven’t even finished with today." There was a naughty playfulness in her voice, and her hand slipped between us, grasping my cock. Her touch was soft but her grip firm and my body tensed as she stroked my cock from hard to throbbing with need.

Her mouth was inches from mine and our hot breath mingled as we neared an open-mouth kiss. I held her tight, straining in response to her insistent stroking. Biting my lip, I swallowed hard.

"Keep that up and you'll have a real mess on your hands."

"We can't have that now, can we?" Faith smiled, her eyes blazing in excitement as she wriggled and guided my cock to her velvet, wet entrance. "Mmm, that's it, ease it in, baby. Ah, yeah… God, you feel so big."

She stretched and arched her neck, sending her head backward, as my tumid dome parted her labia and drove into her hole. She felt warm and oh, so wet on my cock and I was again tempted to drive furiously into her with all my strength. Only her hands on my hips, gently guiding me in out of her body, slowed my pace.

I loved the sensational silky smoothness of her legs rubbing on mine, and the soft heat of her body penetrated my skin as I moved over her. Every touch of her flesh was electric, every sound she made was music to my ears. Her pussy was deep and tight, clasping my shaft with a wet and insistent grip that made my balls sac tightening.

We were face-to-face, kissing in open mouthed urgency as my pace increased. Faith’s rapid breathing and the rhythmic squeaking of the bed, wrote the tune of our lust and I dug my toes into the sheets, seeking purchase to help force my entire length in as deeply as possible.

Holding her gaze, I sensed every nuance of our lust as the heat burned within us. My passion increased when her arms tightened around me and I let loose a feral growl as my orgasm became an unstoppable force. Pinning her down, she witnessed my need as I rutted over her, taking my pleasure from her and returning in kind, the hot, liquid essence of my masculinity as I erupted in her depths.

"You feel so tight, so fucking wet.”

My words were deep, gravelly, and full of need, straining from my chest as my cock throbbed and pulsed, spraying cum inside her. In that moment, I only thought of the overwhelming pleasure rushing through me until it suddenly peaked and faded, leaving me limp, sweaty and desperate for breath. Faith's breathing gradually calmed, as did mine, and she curled in my arms to share the joy of our passion mellowing into a comfortable and pleasant warmth. We were slick with sweat and neither of us cared, preferring our exhausted state to any other.

It was a magical moment, and one I wanted to repeat again and again. With time left that morning, we repeated our lovemaking, basking in each other's affections, until I had to leave.

Kissing her at the back door, I checked the yard, making sure I could avoid prying eyes. Before leaving though, I took her hand in mine, one last time.

"Faith, I’m sorry about this morning. I know I shouldn’t have shown up like I did, but I couldn't wait to see you. I didn't want what we had to end, and I still don't. You mean too much to me. Please, tell me this won't be the end."

Faith graced me with a smile, but a tinge of sadness robbed the complete happiness from her sparkling eyes. Clearly, she knew how dangerous it could be for her. Nevertheless, she kissed me, squeezing my hand.

"I know how you feel, Sean," she finally said. “You're a wonderful young man and so very handsome. You've me given something I dearly needed, and I love you for that. But this isn't Neverland.” She paused, staring into my eyes. “You must understand, I'm not leaving Jack, and we can't sprinkle pixie dust on my marriage and make it go away. I want to keep seeing you, but we must be careful, or my whole family is going to be destroyed. You do understand that, don't you?"

It was a sobering point, but one I knew she had to stress.

"Yeah, I do," I said. "You need to be able to trust me, and I respect that. I promise, from now on, I won't do anything that might put either of us at risk."

Faith relaxed and kissed my hand, nuzzling it on her cheek. All I could do was smile and give her one last kiss before I disappeared out the back.

She was right, of course. Without trust, the relationship could not work. It was just as J.M. Barrie wrote in his immortal work, Peter Pan, 'All the world is made of faith, trust, and pixie dust'.

Well, hell, two out of three ain't bad!

Authors Note:

I once again thank JWren for his skilled editing. His ability to understand the nuances in my work cannot be overstated.