No it's not, there is still something missing

But something was missing. Even in the first few **** thrusts I could tell, empirically, that her body wasn't responding the way it did for Wiley. She was tight, yes, but not pulsing or trembling, not clenching in rhythm. Her breathing was erratic, not the steady crescendo I'd heard through the walls. The more I pushed, the less she seemed to be there at all—like she was reciting lines from a play she didn't really want to be in.

I slowed, then stopped altogether, holding myself inside her. "Sarah," I said quietly, "are you faking?"

She whimpered, a sound that could have been a sob or a laugh. "No," she said, but her eyes darted away from mine, and I knew she was lying.

She was lying so I could feel victorious, so she wouldn't have to go fuck Wiley ever again. And while that should have made me grateful—or at least vindicated—, that it meant she actually didn’t want to have sex with Wiley, it only made me feel sick. Because if her pleasure was counterfeit, then my victory was counterfeit, too. That wasn't what I wanted. I wanted a real win, a true one, something unmistakable.

"Sarah," I said, steadier this time, "stop faking."

She looked at me, eyes shining with something like fear. For a moment she said nothing, and I thought maybe she'd cry, but instead, she nodded, once, and let her whole body go slack. The tension left her face. Her arms wrapped lightly around my neck—not clawing, not ****, just there.

"Okay," she whispered. "I won't."

I got back to pushing my cock in and out of her, but this time her reaction are much different and much less primal. It's strange, but there's something honest in the way she whispers my name now—not the theatrical gasping from before, but something quieter, more real. Her fingers trace my face gently, and she looks at me with eyes that are no longer pretending.

"Oh Liam I love you, so much" she says, and I know she means it, even as her body responds with only a fraction of the enthusiasm it had for Wiley.

We finish like that, in a kind of tender compromise. When it's over, we lie side by side, not touching except where our fingers loosely intertwine. The ceiling fan spins lazily above us, pushing around air that still smells faintly of him.

"I'm sorry," she finally says. "I just wanted this to be over."

"I know," I reply, and I do. The truth is bitter in my mouth, but at least it's the truth.

"What now?" she asks, her voice small in the darkness.

I turn to look at her. Her face is shadowed, unreadable. "I don't know."

She turns to me as whisper “Liam… We don’t know why it better with him and we never have to know why. I will be so happy if I never have sex with him again. So please just admit defeat so we can end this.”

I almost tear up she I see how much she is struggling but I just couldn’t “Sorry Sarah I need to win.”

Sarah looks dead at me “Ok than what the next step…”

“So, it not the order he does things. So maybe it’s because you knew I was in the area and that you were going to tell me what you did.”

Sarah looks at me concerned “I was already really uncomfortable having him here without you hear and you saying that you want to disappear for the weekend.”

I laughful “Why it is awkward, you keep saying you want him around.”

Sarah playful pushes me “Not when he fucking me!” We both luagh about that for a second than she looks at back at me with a stone cold face “You serious about this aren’t you.”

“Yes.”

Sarah “So how is it going to work.”

“I will go to a hotel room a few hours away, and you just tell me if it worked or not.”

Sarah looks disappointed as she message Wiley with in second he message back “Be there next Friday at five :)”

Next Friday, I leave for work before Sarah wakes up with my weekend bags back, so I can leave for the hotel right after work, so she doesn’t see me all day.

At 5:54 pm, before I have even made it half way to the hotel, I get a message from Sarah “Ok, It didn’t work can you come home now.”

I message her back “Not yet. Give him all your attention, make him feel like he is home.”

“Ok, but if this doesn’t work I really need you to consider just calling it quits.”

At 6:19 “It didn’t work”

9:12 “Didn’t work.”

9:49 “Still no”

10:56 “Really please this is not working!“ Really four time in one night fuck this man can really get after it.