When Antoine's fingers find my clit, I begin to explode, shuddering into a million pieces. At the same time, his thumb rubs my clit rapidly. I pull away, unable to kiss him anymore, shutting my eyes and pressing my forehead onto his chest.
I shake intently in his arms; waves of pleasure give me one convulsion after the other, and my whole body rattles in his hands.
Antoine holds me tight in his arms and begins to slightly loosen his rubbing, gently petting my clit while the last drops of pleasure spread across my body.
"Let's go to the couch," he offers, and I nod silently, unable to breathe correctly, let alone walk.
Antoine grabs me in his arms and takes me to the couch himself. He gently places me on the soft fabric and sits next to my weak and satisfied body.
I feel my cheeks burning in pleasure and shame, and I can't force myself to open my eyes to look at him.
"Your face when you came all over my hand is just..." He stops for a second to find the right words. "I've never seen anything as beautiful."
Those words make me blush even more, and I try to hide my face in one of the big soft pillows, but he doesn't let me, taking my chin between his fingers and pressing his lips to mine for another kiss.
"Open your eyes," he commands when he pulls away, and I have nothing left but to obey.
When our gazes meet, he looks intently into my eyes, brushing his thumb over my lower lip. I feel the smell of my arousal on his fingers.
"You don't have to be ashamed with me," he whispers sharply. "You're so beautiful when you're aroused, and I feel honored that you gave me the pleasure of seeing you like this."
I smile, blushing even more at his words, but at the same time so flattered and happy that he tells me exactly what I need to hear to relax.
"I...I'm..." I begin but stop. How to tell this?
"You're a virgin." He finishes my sentence as if reading my mind, and my eyes widen in surprise. "I know." He smiles. "I knew that from the moment I saw you."
How? Is it written on my face?I want to ask but keep silent.
"Don't worry, I'm not gonna hurt you," he continues, his hand tracing lower to my neck, brushing his fingers over my naked skin. "I didn't bring you here for sex. It just...happened."
He chuckles, and I giggle at how silly it sounds.
"I thought it was your standard move to seduce women," I say honestly, exploring his face. I want to see his reaction; I want to know if he's being genuine with me or if this is all just another game to a guy who wants to get laid.
"Is that what you think of me?" he asks angrily, his face serious. "That I lure women in here for sex? I've told you that you're the first girl I've brought here."
I didn't want to offend him, but his voice tells me that he’s agitated by my words.
"But why...me?" I can't stop the question. That's what bothers me the most. Honestly, I didn't care that he brought me here to have sex. When I agreed to meet Antoine in the middle of the night, I expected us to have intimacy.
While I still can...while I'm not in prison yet...My mind reminds me of what will happen in the next couple of weeks, and I try to wipe that away. I don't want to think about it, especially not now.
"I don't know," he says after a long pause, exhaling loudly as if this question bothers him as much as it bothers me. "I saw you and...I just knew that I have to show you this place, that's all. I didn't expect to kiss you or...touch you," he says carefully. I can hear a sign of guilt in his voice.
"Do you regret it?" The words slip from my tongue before I can think about them.
"No, of course not." He shakes his head and touches my arm with his. "I just... How old are you?"
I chuckle. "You should've asked that before you lifted my dress."
"I hope you're not fifteen or something."
"Do I look like fifteen to you?" I raise an eyebrow. Yes, when I'm not wearing any makeup, I can look like an underaged girl, but seventeen, maybe, definitely not fifteen, or at least that's what I think.
"Don't play with me, Cami," he warns, his voice expressing unease.
"I'm going to turn nineteen in five days. This Saturday, to be precise," I finally say, unable to make Antoine worry any longer. He smiles in response. "And how old are you?"