Morally, everything was wrong about that night. But did she care? No. She couldn't even if wanted to. All she could think about right now, is the kiss she is having with the stranger.
Was a kiss always this sweet or is it just him? The kiss tasted like the first bite of an apple—refreshing and giving the urge of wanting more. Inside his mouth tastes faintly of alcohol. She tilts her neck back, giving in to the delicious feeling of weightlessness as her body was lifted, her back against the wall. Her thighs hooked apart on each of his strong arms. Her hands looped automatically around his neck as their bodies presses against each other. His intoxicating cologne—a mix of spicy cinnamon and vanilla greatly alluring her senses. Hours ago, she was at a mall shopping for the perfect outfit. After that, she went to a hair salon and a spa for the first time in her life, all for her goal tonight. The small fortune it all took paid off more than she expected, because she did not just get a guy, she got a piece of art. A handsome specimen that she used to think only existed within the confines of her imagination and the dark romance novels she binge reads. Tall, hot and handsome—sinfully so. He easily brought dark romance male lead energy to life. The heavens finally looked down on her with pity and decided to send her this man to compensate for her dull and miserable life. She has been experiencing a sudden eudaemonia ever since she found out about her terminal illness.
He was so damn good with his fingers that he had her quivering through a raking orgasm in no time. A raw broken scream tore out of her throat as his fingers worked her insides, thrusting and rotating in a crazy sweet rhythm with his thumb rubbing her clit with precise deftness that sent her to the skies and back while also his wet tongue swirling around her nipples before he sucks upon them. Wanton sounds escaped her lips unconsciously. Amid the drunken haze of pleasure, a sobering thought went through her mind: Now she could die without regrets. This single moment makes up for the unfair life that she lived so far.
Antonio could not understand himself either. Casual sex and one night stands with strangers wasn't his thing. He had went to a nightclub to unwind and relax from work and duties like he typically does every once in a while. He never expected to encounter a drunk damsel in distress who would innocently fill him with a sudden, wild desire. What drew him in? Was it the desperation in her misty copper brown eyes when she pleaded with him to make her feel good? Or the fact that she was sweetly irresistible? Or perhaps it was the powerful desire in him that she ignited? The answer was all three. He could have said no but he didn't. Now they were in his penthouse grinding on each other like lovers who had not seen each other for a long time. She might regret this when morning comes. But for now nothing else matters other than making her feel good the way she asked. Elodie melts completely into the strangers arms as she returns from the high of her third orgasm. Her mind had long turned into mush. She was going crazy with a ravenous need to feel him inside her that she almost pleaded with him. But he did not waste anymore time, as if he knew her insides were craving him madly. Elodie felt her back against a soft mattress with him above her. The bed dipped under their combined weight.The thick silence broken by their erratic breathing. A ripping sound joins in, cutting through the air. He tore the gown off effortlessly like it was a piece of paper. Elodie would have protested had she been in her right mind, but she wasn't. All that was left was her bra and panties which he soon sent flying across the room with no care where it landed. Antonio stood up and he also stripped himself bare. He saw the mix of fear in excitement in her beautiful eyes as she fixated on his erected member—a reaction he had gotten many times now. "If you don't want it, say it now." He uttered. His hypnotic voice now turned husky and thick with lust. Evidence of a mad hunger. It would be a real torture for him if they were to stop here. But he would gladly deal with aching blue balls than doing it against her will. He needed to be sure that she wants it like he does now, one last time. Elodie looked at his face lost in it for a moment. And then at his huge proud member. She is a little scared, but she will take it. She does not want to take her virginity to the grave. "Doctors say that the vagina is elastic, so I will be fine." She replied in a whispering voice. That confirmation was all he needed. He stayed above her once again. Lining himself with her entrance teasing her and himself. The sensation of his organ touching her most intimate part was maddening to the brink of insanity. She could feel herself getting more hotter and wetter. Her mouth parted with a silent gasp as he slowly penetrates. The bulbous head of his member piercing through her tight opening. It was so tight that he could not get past the head into her. He applies a little force and was able to get more of his length in. "You are so fucking tight." He breathes. Her insides was squeezing him like a tight fist. Elodie bit her lips at the searing pain of being stretched out by his large member.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck." She cried out at the surprising mix of pain and pleasure at his slow, shallow thrusts. Antonio abruptly stops his movement as he felt something unusual inside her. He pulled out completely and saw faint streaks of red on his member that glistened under the chandelier lights along with her wetness. His breath catches with the full realization. He should have known; the tightness and spasm of her cunt was unlike any he had felt before. "It is your first time." He utters in a dangerously low tone.