I was sitting on his lap, both of us completely bare, without a single piece of clothing.
I could feel his manhood pressing against my womanhood — it wasn't inside, but I could clearly feel its hardness.
"Ahh…" I moaned loudly as he bit the tip of my breast again while his other hand massaged the other one.
I was completely drunk, totally out of my senses with what was happening. I wasn't afraid anymore — the fear had disappeared; all I felt now was obsession and desire.
Our bodies were pressed tightly together, and I could feel the heat of his breath as he played with my breast.
"P-please… ahmm…" I uttered helplessly, as if begging him to finally do it.
He kissed me — deep, passionate kisses. I hardly noticed when he carried me toward the bed, not breaking our kiss.
When he laid me down, he moved away slightly and gently lifted my leg. He kissed it, his touch soft and careful as though he was handling something fragile. His kisses trailed upward until he stopped at my neck, sucking on it.
"Sh*t… ahh!" I moaned, realizing it was a hickey. I heard him chuckle lightly.
"Please… I beg you, don't make me wait any longer," I pleaded, my hands roaming over his sculpted abs, then up to his neck.
When I tangled my hands together, I pulled him closer as he kissed me again.
"F*ck, Athy…"
I bit his lower lip, almost tasting blood. A shiver ran through me when I felt his hand sliding down to my womanhood.
"Please, please… it's so hard… f*ck me," I begged as I felt the wetness escape me while he ran his finger along my slit.
He immediately went down on me and spread my thighs apart. I almost lost myself when I felt him sucking the fluid that came out of me, his tongue playing with it and making me squirm.
"F*ck… ahh… ahh… s-so good…" I groaned, unable to hide the truth. I grabbed his hair and pushed his head closer.
"I f*ck you hard, Athy…" he muttered unconsciously.
"Woooh! Ahh! Ahh…" I cried out when his tongue moved rapidly up and down my core.
"You smell so good, and you taste even better, Athena…" he whispered hungrily.
"Ahh! Suck it! Lick it, bae… ahh…" I moaned.
He kept licking endlessly, and then I felt him slide his tongue inside my p*ssy hole, until I could no longer hold it back and hot liquid gushed out of me — so much of it.
"Ahh! F*ck me now, bae!"
I felt him drink my juices before standing up and leaning over me.
When he pressed himself against me, I kissed him immediately. Our tongues fought for dominance. But I froze the moment I felt him entering me.
"It hurts…" I whimpered, tears streaming down my face. My breath hitched as he cursed loudly.
"Ow, sh*t? Are you still a virgin, Athy?!"
Nervousness welled inside me at the way he looked at me. I could clearly see the regret in his eyes.
"I'm sorry… I-I didn't know," he whispered softly and kissed me gently.
"Ahh…"
" Tell me if it hurts."
I only nodded. He moved slowly — at first it was painful, but after a few minutes, the pain faded. Still, his movements remained gentle.
"F-faster, please…" I begged. Without a word, he began thrusting harder. In and out he went, and I could feel his length and thickness filling me deep inside.
I never imagined in my life that I would give my virginity to a stranger, but I felt no regret.
Because out of all the men who tried to romance me, he was different — every kiss of his was unlike any other.
"Lift your leg onto my shoulder," he commanded, so I did. He gripped my thigh and pounded into me harder.
"You're mine, Athena. You belong only to me…" I looked into his eyes unconsciously and nodded to his words.
"Y-yes… ahh… aahh… hard… f*ck… please… ahh…"
I even moved my hips to match his rhythm, as if this wasn't my first time at all.
Slowly, I opened my eyes, holding my head in pain. I tried to sit up but winced at the ache and soreness between my legs.
And then everything from last night came rushing back — I had given myself, my everything, to a man I didn't even know. I looked down at what I was wearing.
I was in pajamas — a matching striped black unisex pair. My eyes roamed around the room. The interior was elegant, plain black, with shelves filled with law books.
"Oh my ghad! Don't tell me the man I slept with last night is old…" I muttered nervously to myself.
"Haaaaaaaaaaaaah!!" I screamed loudly, sitting up abruptly. The door suddenly opened — a tall man entered, sharp nose, brown eyes, and a perfectly sculpted body.
"What happened to you, Athena?" he asked nervously.
"Ahm… why are you here? Whose room is this? Where is he, huh?!" I demanded, annoyed that my morning had already turned unpleasant.
"This is my room, Athy," he said calmly. And then his voice hit me — that voice calling me "Athy."
I glared at him. Don't tell me I gave my virginity to Kenji Martinez?! To a playboy?! You're so stupid, Athena!
"W-what am I doing here?" I asked, trying to play it off.
"Don't tell me you already forgot? What was it you said again… 'Please, bae'…" He burst out laughing while staring at me.
How humiliating… so humiliating… Of all people, why him?!
"Whatever happened between us last night, just forget it! It was only because of the alcohol, okay? Where are my clothes? I'm leaving!"
He seemed stunned by my words, questions lingering in his eyes.
"No. We need to talk, Athy. You're not leaving until we do. And your clothes — I had them laundered," he replied.
"We have nothing to talk about, Kenji!" I snapped at him.
"Are you sure? Because as far as I remember, you gave that to me," he said, pointing between my legs as he slowly approached me.
"Why, Athena? Can't you feel the difference between what I did to you and what your men or that toy boyfriend of yours could ever give you?" he taunted.
The nerve of this man! He really had to rub it in. He was right, but I still couldn't say a word.
"Your silence says yes? Come on, let's eat first before we talk about us," he said, pulling me by the hand.
I winced from the pain between my thighs. When I didn't move, he turned back and saw the pained look on my face. To my surprise, he carried me.
As we stepped out of the room, I glanced around. His condo was quite spacious — airy and clean.
"T-thank you…" I whispered softly as tears fell.
He set me down on a chair, where breakfast was already prepared: garlic rice, hotdogs, eggs, bacon, and juice. Did he really prepare all this himself? That was impressive… because me, I had never cooked — I didn't even know how to fry.