He slowly offered his hand and without even having second thoughts, I put my hand to his. He guided me without breaking our sight. I can feel my heart beat slowly getting louder and faster.
I thought that was where we were going, but this is where we got to the bathroom. It has a hint of modern and mixture of Victorian interior as well. I felt like a fool stunned in the bathroom. I wonder why he brought me here. I gave him a glance and it seems like he's trying to read my expression. I sighed heavily.
Without any words, he made me face him. In one swift move, he reached the lace of my dress and untangled it. I gasp and watch the secrets slowly unfold. I got a bit shy knowing that his eyes are intently eyeing every inch of me. His eyes are full of desires.
Things that I've never seen in him before. Because every time he looks at me, it's either his eyes are bored or didn't have any emotion. But now he's different, he's showing affection, he's showing interest which I'm not used to.
"Let's wake your nerves, love." he whispered and guided me inside the shower.
I'm like a kid who doesn't know how to do things on her own. He opened the shower and warm water gushed into my body. I was even more surprised and I felt him comfort me.
"Why? Are you so disgusted of me?" I asked.
He gritted his jaw. "Shhh. You know who's dirty between us two."
I pressed my lips. I saw his jeans getting wet. I sensed that he saw me looking at it.
"Are you sure you're here?" he asked as I felt him caress my body.
The sweet scent of body wash embraced my nose. I looked at his face. I chuckled because why does it feel like he's the one who's nervous here. I no longer waited for his words. I tiptoed to reach his lips. My breast automatically got pressed on his chest. Embers were blown like a fire seed. The shower room started to feel so small because of that little act of braveness.
His palm glided on the curves of my waist because of the soap that hasn't been rinsed yet. I moaned in desire of turning it into the next level of intensity. We've never kissed this way before.
Yes, we tasted each other's lips for a lot of times already but this one feels different. This is way beyond being thirsty, this is walking on the dry desert but the difference is you just want to stay there forever.
"Fuck. You’re not getting away this time."
He whispered as the rest of us parted. He turned me away from him while my eyes were still rolling as if still thirsty for the broken kiss. He opened the shower and the water gushed all over my body. That's when another set of heat traveled and celebrated inside me.
I tilted my head to give him more access because while his palms are rinsing me with desire, his lips are crawling to my nape down to the blade of my shoulders. I'm delirious. Is it because of the alcohol in my system? Or is it just because of his presence, alone?
"Please," I begged, closing my eyes and biting my lip. I don't even know what that plea is for.
It seemed like I wanted to achieve something I couldn’t reach with my hands. I felt the pressure of the water become stronger. His palm continued to glide and rinse me with all the situations that's happening between us.
When his fingers reached the center of my humanity, my eyes rolled automatically. I heard him groaned and stopped himself immediately.
Again, the astonishment painted on my face withmixed with frustration. He's trying to hang everything like as if he's not sure of everything that he's doing.
"I'll just wing this fvcking shit."
I heard him whisper something but I wasn't able to focus on it properly because of the sound of the gushing water. When he turned it off, he made me face him again.
"You'll leave me after this. I'm sure of that." he said before he attacked my lips. It was like a dagger being stabbed into my chest, the pain I felt because of the words he uttered.
Is that how he thinks of me? Shouldn't I still be thinking about that? I'm giving him my virginity yet he think that I'm gonna leave him after this? I wanna know why, where does he get thoughts like this? My body is dripping wet.
His favorite thing to do when we're making out is to make me encircle my legs to his waist so that we'll level our height together. He did that while we're going out of the shower room. We didn't even reach the door jamb because he leaned me against the wall and there attacked me with a deeper kiss.
We spent a few minutes there just kissing the two of us. His one palm is massaging one of my mountains while the other one is supporting my weight. Is it supposed to be like this? I parted my lips to his, I saw his tired eyes and his lips turned red. He's tiny panting makes him even more handsome.
"Let's go to bed please." I half moaned and whined.
His teeth showed up but he tried to hide it by biting his lips. "Shits. I forgot it's your first time." he said.
My cheeks heated up when he said that. It's not that it's something to be ashamed about but ... does he really have to say that?
"This is called foreplay, Jade. But if you insist, then fine."
He supported me again and we were finally out of the bathroom. The next thing I just felt was the soft bed on my back. I saw myself again in the mirror on the ceiling.
"I don't want to hurry, Jade." he crawled up above me.
"I told you to show me the worst, the most hurtful-"
I wasn't able to continue my words. He attacked my lips right away and in one swift move, I felt his hands removed the last piece of clothing I have. I don't have time to think anymore because I'm already carrying a hot situation.
I reached for his belt as I tried to belong as if I knew what to do. God, the farthest thing I did with another man was make out. This is beyond making out! So I'm not quite sure if I'm making things right. He got up for a moment to finally remove his underwear.
My face is embedded with so much anticipation and nervousness. I couldn’t swallow what was stuck in my throat as I stared at him. His tongue wet his lips and it made him even more hot. I had no time to utter more words because when I looked down, I saw his manliness proudly standing tall.
I gulped in awe seeing his manhood. My throat is dry to speak. I lift my hands and tried to touch it but Erato immediately held my wrist. I then raised my eyes to him. It’s embarrassing because I look like a very thirsty sheep. His thumb touched my lower lip. I don't know why I did it, but I sucked his thumb without actually thinking.
I heard her crisp cheap as I did that. He squeezed my mouth hard before being attacked again with deep kisses. The fire was already burning in my system. I don't care anymore. All I want is for him to own me at this moment. It's up to her if she marries someone else, it's up to me if I become selfish at this time. I'll just treat this moment like as if this will be the last time I'll be with him.
"Condom," I heard him uttering.
He reached for what was on the bed side. I saw a foil-like pack and he was about to bite it open, I guess. But before he did that, our eyes met and I felt him stop a bit. I looked at him innocently, waiting for his next step.
"Fvck condoms." he spat out the foil before pulling me to make our bodies stick together more.
He parted my legs and his fingers tested the situation down there. I whimpered feeling the pleasure he's providing me. I turned my head to the left because of the unlikely relish of the experience.
"Please. Take me now." I begged.
"This is our fight Jade. I'll win you." he said before I felt the excruciating pain entering me.