She Confessed Everything to Him… Then He Took Her | A Forbidden Love Story
They sat in her apartment after she locked the door with the key. It was past two in the morning. He has been married for four years and has a young daughter, and she has known him since university. They always said they were “just friends.”
She sat across from him on the edge of the bed, looked at him for a long time, then said in a calm voice:
“I love you.
Not the friendly love we used to pretend.
I love your body, your voice, your scent, and the way you look at me when we’re alone.
And I hid this from you for years.”
She paused for a moment, then continued:
“The first time I felt this was a year and a half ago.
We were coming back from a night out, and your car stopped in front of the building.
You touched my hand as I was getting out and held it a second longer.
I felt heat travel from my hand to my chest, then between my thighs.
I went home wet and couldn’t sleep.
I spent the whole night imagining your hand sliding under my pants and your fingers entering me.”
He didn’t speak. He was breathing heavily.
She said in a lower voice:
“After that, I started imagining you every time I touched myself.
I imagine your tongue on my chest, then moving down between my thighs.
I imagine you entering me slowly at first, then forcefully.
And I would come while whispering your name.”
He stood up and walked over to her.
She lifted her face to him.
He leaned down and kissed her hard, then lifted her and threw her onto the bed.
He undressed her quickly this time.
He took off his pants, spread her thighs with his hands, and entered her in one thrust all the way without any long foreplay.
She cried out against his shoulder.
He began moving hard and fast, as if making up for all the years that had passed.
She wrapped her legs around him and begged for more, her voice broken and wet.
When she came, she bit his lower lip and left a mark, her whole body trembling beneath him.
He continued for a few more seconds then exploded inside her, whispering her name in her ear.
Afterward they lay in silence.
He stared at the ceiling while she rested her head on his chest.
She whispered finally:
“This is forbidden love… but I have no regrets.”
