I awoke to find McKinley entangled in my sheets, one leg hanging off the edge of the bed, and her arm sprawled across my chest.

I raised my head slightly to peek at the time on the bedside clock and saw that it was 2:15. I tried not to wake McKinley, but when I stirred, she woke up anyway, and she looked at me with the foggiest gaze.

“Hey, McKinley,” I whispered quietly. She kept silent and blinked the sleep from her eyes, to acclimate herself to the waking world. “You okay?”

“Yeah, of course,” she replied sleepily.

My hand slipped underneath her breast by accident, and instead of removing it, I started to tenderly massage her. Then, my hand meandered south towards her abdomen. The sensation of me touching her caused her to stir in my arms. After letting me stroke her body for a while, she came to, and kissed me on the tip of my chin.

I pulled the covers over us, while she slowly mounted me. She rose up and eased down, repeating this action several times before she finally got her prize. I was rock hard, and ready for a third round with my beautiful girl.

This time, we would take it nice and slow, going with the natural rhythm of our bodies, surrendering ourselves to organic, tidal motions. McKinley rocked back and forth on top of me, establishing a perfect tempo. I held her hips while she undulated, a mutual climax brewing, and slowed down a bit so it wouldn’t end too quickly.

McKinley dropped her head forward, causing a curtain of hair to encircle my face. Then she flung her head back, sending her locks flying in the opposite direction. She moaned and cried out as we neared the pinnacle of our intimate union. She grabbed my shoulders and belted out one final cry, as we came together.

With a contended sigh, McKinley climbed out of the bed and picked up her phone, which she had tossed on the nightstand earlier.

“Shit, I didn’t know it was this late!” she exclaimed. “I have to get going.”

“What’s the rush? Can’t you stay the night?” I asked, as I snuggled down deeper into the covers.

“It’s late and I really need to get home,” she said resolutely.

“Well, hey, let me call a car for you,” I offered, grabbing my phone from the nightstand.

“Thanks,” she said, shimmying back into her dress and jumping into her shoes.

“You’re in a hell of a rush. Did I make it awkward?” I asked with a laugh, but suddenly nervous it might actually be true.

“Don’t be silly,” she said. “I had an amazing time. I just have a ton of things to do in the morning and it will be easier if I start from home. That’s all. It’s nothing personal,” she explained, flinging her hair around until it was wild and free, then pulling it back into a messy ponytail.

I nodded, trying to make myself believe her as I checked the status of her car.

“The driver will be here in about eight minutes,” I let her know.

“Okay, cool,” she replied as she checked her hair in the reflection of her phone screen. She was good to go.

“All set?” I asked her. Here she was, fully clothed, with me just sitting there in my boxers.

“Yup. I think I’m good.”

My phone buzzed in my hand. “I think that’s your ride,” I said, escorting her to the door.

I opened it, letting a rush of warm night air infiltrate my house. McKinley smiled at me, in a way that gave me a hint of hope she might feel the same way I think I did.

“Thanks for an amazing time tonight,” she said delicately. And then I kissed her on the lips and waved goodbye, not entirely able to believe that the night was already over. I could only hope that she would let me see her again, because there was no way I would be able to get her out of my head, even with everything else I needed to focus on right now.

McKinley was going to be the best kind of distraction. I could already tell.