One Night Only

Lillie

Getting up the courage and getting out at once is what I should do. I’ve been in the bathroom for almost an hour, more or less, or that’s what I came to see on my watch. She told me to take a shower to feel more comfortable and relaxed, but neither that nor anything calms my nerves.

I’m a coward.

I was supposed to have already decided to give myself to him, but I’m still very afraid. It’s because of many things, not only because of the fact that I will lose my virginity, but also because I will give myself to a man for the first time, something that means much more to me. Not only that, but also how I’m starting to feel about him.

I always waited for the right man, who maybe would become my husband, if it ever happened, but that idea evaporated little by little when I saw the situation that my sister lived with her ex-boyfriend. That made me afraid and distrustful of men. For that reason, most of the time I stay away from them. I could never have a relationship with anyone. However, now I feel that it is different. I don’t know why everything is different with him. Although at the beginning he gave me a lot of distrust and fear, and I hated him, today I’m starting to see the good side of the Devil, and I like that. I like him.

He already told me, but I still don’t know how he likes me. Maybe it’s just my body. I don’t want to think like that, but I shouldn’t get my hopes up with him either. I know well that he will never be able to give me a quiet life, or rather with him I will never be able to have a relationship as I want.

With all the courage I have left, I leave the bathroom wrapped in a bathrobe that he gave me. There’s some blood on my clothes. I got smeared when I had contact with him in that room before I left that place. I also smelled of cigarette smoke and alcohol around the place where I was. For that reason, I didn’t put it on anymore, I could only put on my underwear. Although I cover myself with a towel, I don’t feel comfortable walking around naked.

I take a fleeting glance at her room. It’s huge. The bathroom is part of this room, so I have to go through here to get back to the living room. Apparently, it’s his bedroom. The walls have a light gray color and the furniture is dark chocolate-colored wood. Everything very Moderna, nice and tidy. There is a huge bed, with dark blue sheets and cushions. Through the window, which is almost next door, but far away, you can see the skyscrapers of New York. The moonlight only reflects and enters through the windows.

“I thought you’d never get out. “Dante surprises me when he takes a few steps towards the center of the room”. Put this on. “When he comes to me, he extends his arm to give me a T-shirt and pajama pants”. It’s the only thing I have that can’t stay that big for you.

“Thank you. “I whisper when I take the clothes that are in her hands.

My fingers brush his skin, and that electric current runs through my body again. It can’t be, with a simple touch he can provoke that in me.

When I raise my head, I hardly see it coming. I’m so nervous I’m even shaking.

“Wait,” I hear him say in a strange tone.

Did he feel that current too?

He comes closer to me, stretches out his arms and with each hand takes a strand, sliding his fingers through them slowly.

“Your hair is as soft as your skin” he whispers.

I watch him in amazement, not knowing what to say.

One of his hands releases a lock and with his knuckles he runs along my left cheek until he gently grabs my chin. His eyes don’t stop seeing mine. He comes closer to my face and kisses me. Her lips press mine, starting a slow and calm kiss, but that gradually rises in level. He presses his body against mine. His other hand goes down to my waist to take me more tightly and stick to him much more. His tongue starts to make its way into my mouth without loss of time. My body is feeling that surge of heat again; I feel that same feeling that I had felt when he cornered me on the sofa in his living room. It’s like touching a high-voltage cable. My hands let go of the clothes he had handed me and go to his shoulders and head.

Apart from the fear it provokes in me, it also awakens an uncontrollable desire that rises up from my stomach.

“I don’t know… “I murmur when he separates a little from me and lets me breathe”. I never…

“Calm down” he whispers. Put a finger to my lips to keep me quiet. Just let yourself go…Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Her intense bluish gray eyes have darkened in an expression that I still can’t decipher, but still they do not cease to be fascinating. His look makes me comply with what he just said. I let myself go.

I feel his breath in my ear and then on my neck. It is warm and soft. His hand runs along my back, while the other one pulls the robe down a little from my shoulder. With his lips he makes a journey to that place. Soft kisses and bites. I like his touch, but his lips on me drive me crazy. I shudder completely, to the point of losing my mind. I feel his fine, freshly shaved beard tickle my neck and shoulder all the way down to my cleavage. The bathrobe opens up a little in that place. Without taking it seriously, I let it go on. One of his hands comes down more to touch my chest. I gasp as I feel the warmth of his hands running acutely through my body.

I want to try to tell him something, but his hands are inserted skillfully and without any problem by the robe. I forget what I wanted to tell you. My thoughts are starting to get confused.

I arch by instinct, sticking out my chest because of the sensation it caused in my body.

Suddenly, I feel how he touches my nipple between the fabric of my bra and squeezes it.

“I want you so much… until I go crazy.” His mouth is still glued to my neck”. Be mine.

A shiver runs down my spine when I hear it. That prevents me from being able to think clearly.

I felt his thumb start making slow circles right at the tip of my nipple.

De had his touch and he raised his head to look me in the eyes. He was so tall that I could see his chest heaving with heavy breathing.

He takes his hand to the bathrobe, undoes the knot and opens it to then slide it through my arms. He falls to the ground. I stand in front of him with my red lace bra and my matching panties. He devours me with his dark gaze.

He runs his fingers along my shoulders and chest. Those caresses that my body was crying out for and that now asks for more. I feel like I’m melting inside.

I shudder more when I feel him start to bite the lobe of my dark circles. My breathing is short. He keeps stroking my breasts over the fabric and squeezes them. Unable to control it, I moan. Seconds later, she gets rid of the bra as she did with the robe, without any problems. He continues with his task of caressing that sensitive part of my breasts without hurting me.

I’m ashamed to death. No one had ever touched me, he’s the only one, but I hadn’t gotten that far. Maybe today she will also manage to get what no one has gotten from me: my virginity. Just thinking about it makes me blush and tremble again. Fear is taking over me again.

“They are as perfect and delicious as I imagined them. “He moves away to see my naked breasts.

I blush even more.

It’s not the first time he’s seen me naked, but it’s the first time I’ve let him touch me like this and kiss every part of my body.

He needs to know. I need to tell him. Maybe he doesn’t know that this will be my first time. And if I tell him, he may stop and nothing will happen between us, but do I want that? Or not?

“Dante “I whisper embarrassed. My voice sounds sorry.

“Shhh.

Before I can speak again, he takes me in his arms and carries me to bed. I lie down on it and it moves away a little. Without stopping looking at me, she gets up and takes off her T-shirt over her head and arms, showing me her impressive torso. I am as fascinated as when I saw him for the first time. His perfectly marked muscles took my breath away.

Everything about him is perfect despite his scars. That makes him look more dangerous, sexy, hot… it drives me crazy.

He approaches again and bends down to get to where I am. My heart beats hard when I see him approaching stealthily, without leaving my gaze, as if he wanted to devour me. Suddenly, I feel his whole body pressed to mine. Dante is intense. My poor brain is trying to process everything while he starts moving slowly towards me, like a predator. I had already discovered that in him. I knew he was capable of going fast, rough, anyway, but now I look at that very different side to the other, where he can be careful and take it slow, gentle, and maybe do it gently.

My pulse races when he sinks his head into my neck and starts kissing me again.

I feel a warmth in my intimate part again. Now I know it’s thanks to the desire and excitement it causes in my body.

I should be thinking about what this means, that it’s just sex for one night only and nothing more. I can’t and shouldn’t feel more than just desire if I don’t want to get hurt. However, their caresses and kisses blind me to the point of making me forget everything completely; they awaken my senses in a way that has never happened to me before.

He looks at me one more time. His gaze is intense and burning. I notice something wicked in his eyes.

I blush, nervous, while he gets rid of his pants, remaining only in boxer shorts. It’s impressive. The bulge that was hiding her underwear is impossible to ignore.

I think I’m going to pass out.

It will be the first time I see a naked man.

Knowing that he will be the first in everything startles me, but at the same time it excites me. It’s an inexplicable feeling.

When he comes closer, he takes my lips, kisses me and bites my lower lip a little.

She comes down with precise and eager kisses, takes one of my breasts with her mouth, passes her tongue and makes circles with it. I feel how they harden me. My crotch gets wet. I feel much more warmth and desire. It continues to descend all over my body until it reaches my belly, even lower. Then I feel how he gives me a kiss just above my underwear. I feel in my stomach a very strange feeling, but that I had already felt with him. He takes his fingers to my red panties, which he slides down my legs slowly. I’m completely naked.

He looks at my sex for a few seconds and lets out a growl. Then he looks me in the face again.

“You are so perfect, everything about you is. “His voice is choppy. I had wanted this so badly.

His fingers run along my belly and my hips. Between the touch and his kisses he makes me be in the clouds. My legs are shaking as he touches me, unable to be still under his body. I’m starting to feel good about him, to the point that I don’t regret making this decision. Maybe the regret will come after you’ve done it. I prefer to put those thoughts aside and do what he asked me to do: let myself go. I will let him completely take my whole body and make me his.