My Rented Wife

The morning after(extended)

The daybreak's, but the atmosphere was calm. Sheets twisted around their bodies, clothes, pants and boxers scattered on the floor, and the smell of alcohol all of the room.

Ethan woke up first. His eyes opened and sighted Claire lying close to him, her dark hair across the pillow. For a few seconds, he thought it was just another morning. Then he felt something so soft under his palm then he squeezed it.

His palm touched her breast , and his other hand, his finger was touching her c**t.

His throat went dry. Before he could move, he realized something else. Her hand. Firm against his hard c**k.

As she was still asleep, she was talking in her sleep and she started to stoke my c**k “you're hard babe” she said. She was about to climb on me then I brought her back to her senses she woke up , blinking into the soft light, and then followed his gaze. She snatched her hand away as if burned, holding the bedsheet to her chest. “Oh my God… tell me this is not what I think it is.”

Ethan sat up, running a hand through his hair, feeling guilt. “I think it is.”

Her mouth fell open. “No. No, Ethan. We didn’t.” She shakes her head, voice climbing higher. “We were drunk, we—”

“Claire.” His tone was firm, cutting through her denial. “We had sex.”

Silence filled the entire room, guilt all over their faces. Memories flashed in broken pieces—laughter tumbling into heated kisses, hands tugging clothes away, the rush of bodies pressed together.

Emily pressed her hands to her face. “This can’t be happening. We weren’t supposed to—this wasn’t part of the deal!”

Ethan’s jaw dropped. “You think I planned this? That I wanted to wake up like this, not knowing what the hell we were doing?”

Her eyes flared. “You didn’t stop me either!”

“And you didn’t stop me,” he said back, voice sharp with frustration. “It wasn’t just me, Emily. We both wanted it.”

Her breath shook. The truth of his words hit her, but so did the fear. She curled into herself, voice breaking. “Ethan… we didn’t use protection.”

She sighted some fluid on the bed and they found out it was from what they did last night.

Her eyes watered. “What if I’m—” She stopped, the words breaking her apart.

Pregnant.

He came close to her, voice low,despite the rage inside him. “If that happens, we deal with it together. I’m not leaving you alone in this.”

“Together? Don’t make promises just because you feel guilty or you can't keep.”

His eyes stared and took the bedsheet and stared at her boob's. This isn’t guilt. I don’t walk away from what belongs to me

her heart started to beat fast.Her feeling changed and she saw the sincerity in his eyes … “he's c**k actually look bigs and fit my hand's” she whispered

He moved closer, his eyes staring at her completely naked. “Because it did. Don’t lie to yourself, Claire. You felt it too.” you liked what happened between us last night.

Her heartbeat beat faster in her ear. She wanted to leave the room, to stop him—but instead she seductively touched his c**k and dragged him closer and gave him a kiss.

He came forward closer, that her skin and his skin touched which gave them a feeling, his hand touching calmly on her cheek. She didn't think of stopping him.

I grabbed her by the hips, while one of my hands was slipping inside her panties, I could feel her hands touching my c**k and I deep my finger inside her c**t. Her pulse raced faster, every part of her body was shivering as If she wanted to c*m, all of a sudden she did.

I had to pull out

“No,” she whispered, shaking her head. “This is dangerous. We can’t—”

Ethan’s jaw dropped, but he didn’t push. He just looked at her, Emily… but you can’t pretend it isn’t there.”

And as she turned her face away, Emily realized he was right.