At three o'clock in the morning, my phone suddenly rang. I knew who it was and what he wanted. I tried my best to ignore it, but his continuous text messages turned into endless phone calls.

"What?" I finally gave in and picked up the phone. I tried to remain calm, but my tone still betrayed my anger and frustration.

"You know," he said lasciviously.

"I don't know. Please tell me." I replied sharply.

"Oh, Kendra, let me come over. I'm sure I can inspire you - in more than one way. What did you say?"

"James," I moaned. This indicated that I was weak and had given in. "Please stop talking. Go to sleep now."

"When I penetrate you completely, when you ejaculate, spray it onto my penis while I'm inserting, then I'll go to sleep. When I hear you begging me not to stop, maybe I'll go to sleep. Or, I might be in a state of euphoria while sucking your breasts —"

"No," I shouted loudly. The little one was sleeping soundly beside me. I tried to whisper it, but in vain. "I won't make the same mistake again."

"Just this once. I need you." He pleaded.

"No, good night." I said, cutting off his persistent and sexy buttocks. I needed to catch my breath; after our conversation, I became extremely excited. To clear my mind, I picked up my son and carried him back to the room.

When I was putting the little one to sleep, I couldn't help smiling at my precious baby. But when I was admiring him, my mind couldn't help but think of the person who called at three in the morning. It was him who helped create this little angel. I remembered James' kiss, his caress. And the sweet words he whispered in my ear. To be honest, I want him. I need him.

"No," I told myself. "I will never take that path again."

I walked back to the empty and lonely bed, trying hard not to think of him. Trying hard not to think of his strong body, his full pink lips, and the way our bodies moved when we made love. His light brown skin was pressed against my dark brown skin. I walked through the guest room and noticed the door was half-open. I thought it had been closed, so I went to close it again. I felt someone grab my arm and turn me around, almost screaming. Before I could even make a cry for help, he kissed me hard, kissing so forcefully that my back slammed into the wall of the corridor. It was him.

"What's going on? Why did he do this?" I thought to myself. He was pressing me even tighter. His hand was resting on the back of my head, refusing to let go. I soon gave in to his kiss, my hands sliding down to his naked and warm body. Then he took me back to the room and continued to ravage my lips. My hands tightly grasped his shoulders, and his lips remained pressed against my face until I had to pull away, gasping for breath.

"Are... you doing something?" I asked breathlessly.

Even if I stopped, his lips would never let go. His lips trailed down my neck to my shoulder. He continued, his hands sliding down the thin fabric of my nightgown.

"I told you (kiss) that I needed you (kiss)," he said, and the last kiss turned into a bite on my neck, followed by a lick. "Well, it will leave a mark. Forget it," he sneered, then kissed my neck again, and then moved to my slightly bruised lips.

I couldn't help kissing him back. Damn it, the consequences of my actions. We stepped into my room and continued to make out. When we bumped into each other, we fell onto the chair at the foot of the bed and he let out a groan.

"The plan has changed, my dear. It seems that you are riding a horse," he moaned against my neck.

I stood up and took off my shirt. He lifted his hips, and I slid down his underwear naturally. His rosy nose and rosy cheeks stared at me seductively. I sat on his thighs, with my hands on his shoulders. When his thick fingers lightly touched my slippery and sensitive vagina, I couldn't help moaning loudly. I pressed his fingertips against my vaginal opening, observing his expression, and then sat down, slowly inserting his penis into me. The deeper he inserted, the louder my cries became.

"Don't you want to wake up the baby?" He hummed softly in my ear while further inserting himself into my waiting vagina. I moaned even louder.

I was completely filled up and sat on his lap, beginning to move my body up and down on his hard penis. After a few minutes, my rhythm stabilized and became more intense and faster. My breasts slowly collided backward against my chest due to the force of my movements.

He loosened the hairband that was tying my curly hair, and my hair started to fly everywhere, just like my bottom swaying up and down with our movements. He patted and squeezed my hairband a few times, trying to push me down. My body tensed up, and when the climax hit, I paused for a moment, then he took over everything. In the confined space, his legs were wide apart and his body was pushed upwards. My genitals were subjected to a violent impact, so forceful that the sound of skin being slapped could be heard throughout the room. He grabbed the back of my neck to keep me in place. My fingers clung to his chest, and another climax swept through my entire body. I announced the arrival of the climax with a muffled cry from my shoulder through him.

A low groan escaped from his throat, and his penis continued to deeply penetrate me. After the final thrust, he violently ejaculated. I could feel his warm semen enveloping my womb. Exhausted, I could only collapse onto his chest.

I lay contentedly in his warm embrace, but could feel him shaking. I got up and carried him to the bed, covering him with the blanket. As soon as I lay back in his arms, I couldn't help sneezing. My eyes were filled with tears and my nose was running non-stop. I looked up at him and said, "This is why I said 'no'. Now I might have caught your cold."

My husband has been ill recently. There is also a young son at home, so I had to isolate him until he recovered. This meant that he couldn't have contact with others or have sex for several days. Last time he was ill, not only did I pass on his cold to him, but I also passed it on to the cute one-year-old child who was sleeping in his crib.

My husband gave me a sorry smile and whispered in my ear: "I know the best way to make you feel better", then placed his penis between my legs.

One will definitely enjoy having sexual intercourse with the right person.