Jamie's fingers drummed nervously on the kitchen counter as he watched Alex finish her breakfast. The tension between them was palpable, a shimmering silence that hung in the air like a taut string ready to snap. He cleared his throat, trying to muster the courage to speak.

"Al... I’ve been thinking," Jamie began, his voice unsteady. "About that... about what we talked about."

Alex raised an eyebrow, her coffee cup halfway to her lips, her eyes locking onto his with a mixture of curiosity and something else—something deeper, more intense. "What exactly have you been thinking about, Jamie?" she asked, her tone measured, almost teasing.

Jamie swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. "You know... the hall pass."

Her eyes widened slightly, and for a moment, she said nothing, just studied him. The silence stretched, becoming almost unbearable. Finally, she put down her cup and crossed her arms, leaning back against the counter. "Are you serious?"

He nodded, unable to meet her gaze directly. "Yeah, I am. If it’s what you really want, then... I think you should do it."

Alex blinked, clearly taken aback. "Jamie, are you sure? This isn’t something to be rushed into."

"I’m sure," he said firmly, finally looking up at her. "But only if you’re completely certain, too. No regrets, no second-guessing."

She stared at him for a long moment, her expression unreadable. Then, slowly, a small smile curved her lips. "Okay," she said softly. "But this has to be our secret. And it has to stay between us, no matter what."

Jamie nodded vigorously. "Of course. It’s just for us to explore, to see where it takes us."

Alex stepped closer, her hand reaching out to touch his cheek tenderly. "Thank you, Jamie. You’re giving me a gift, and I won’t forget it."

His throat tightened, emotion clogging his voice. "Just... be careful, okay? And come back to me, no matter what."

"Always," she whispered, her lips brushing his for a brief, tender kiss.

Days later, Jamie found himself pacing the living room, the ticking of the clock echoing in his ears. He had agreed to let Alex go out tonight, to meet someone she had met online under strict conditions: she would text him when she arrived, during, and after the encounter, and she would come home immediately afterward.

The phone buzzed in his hand, startling him out of his anxious thoughts. He glanced down, his heart skipping a beat. It was a message from Alex: "Here safe. About to go inside."

Jamie’s stomach churned as he typed back, "Be careful. Love you."

He waited, every second feeling like an eternity. When the next text came, his hands trembled as he opened it: "Inside now. Will update soon."

Minutes dragged by, each one a knife twisting in his gut. Finally, the phone buzzed again: "It’s happening. I’ll be quick."

Jamie closed his eyes, taking deep breaths to steady himself. He had made a choice, and now he had to live with it. The door creaked open, and he nearly jumped out of his skin. Alex stood there, her hair disheveled, her cheeks flushed, her breath coming fast.

"Jamie," she whispered, her voice hoarse. "I’m home."

He stepped forward, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her close. "How was it?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Intense," she admitted, her body trembling against his. "But... it’s over now. I’m here, with you."

He kissed her forehead, his heart swelling with conflicting emotions. "Come on, let’s go upstairs."

In their bedroom, Jamie led her to the bed, guiding her down gently. He knelt beside her, his hands exploring her body, feeling the heat radiating from her skin. "Tell me everything," he urged, his voice thick with arousal.

Alex bit her lip, her eyes dark with desire. "His name is Mark. We... we started slow, kissing, touching. His hands were everywhere, so rough, so different from yours."

Jamie’s breath hitched, his cock hardening at her words. "And then?"

"Then... he pushed me down, his mouth on my nipples, sucking them so hard. I felt... owned, dominated. But it was exciting, too."

"Fuck," Jamie muttered, his hands sliding lower, cupping her ass. "Did he... did he..."

"Yes," she interrupted, her voice strained. "He... he entered me. Fast, hard. It hurt at first, but then... then it was amazing. So raw, so primal."

Jamie couldn’t take it anymore. He climbed on top of her, his erection pressing against her thigh. "Let me feel you," he demanded, his voice gruff.

Alex spread her legs, arching her hips up to meet him. "Take me, Jamie. Make me forget him."

He didn’t need to be told twice. With one swift motion, he positioned himself at her entrance, hesitating only a moment before thrusting inside her. Alex gasped, her walls clenching around him, wet and eager.

"Oh God," she moaned, her nails digging into his back. "So good, so much better than..."

"Shh," he silenced her with a searing kiss, his hips pumping faster, harder. "Just feel me, Alex. Feel only me."

Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper. "Jamie, yes! Fuck me, harder!"

He obliged, driving into her with relentless intensity, the bed creaking beneath them. Alex’s cries filled the room, her orgasm building quickly, her body vibrating with need.

"Come for me, baby," he growled, his own release nearing. "Come with me."

"Jamie, I’m so close!" she panted, her eyes squeezed shut.

With one final, powerful thrust, he sent her over the edge. Her body convulsed beneath him, her pussy clenching around his cock as she screamed his name. He followed her, exploding inside her with a roar, his vision blurring with pleasure.