"It beats getting champagne poured on me. And it beats seeing a gun."
He chuckles. Walking over to me, he kisses me on the forehead and brings me over to the bed. I'm now on the receiving end of a massage. This is all just too dreamlike.
His touch is firm, filled with variety. One moment he's going fast and aggressive, the next he's kneading me like dough. I'm all for it.
I can't remember the last time I felt this relaxed. Maybe before I started college. Not even. There's nothing that compares to his fingertips.
"Why do you live the life that you do when you can be this man right here?" I ask. I'm somewhat nervous about whether or not I'm crossing a line. I know just how much he doesn't like to get personal with things.
"I'm the way I am because I have to be the way I am. Moments like these are like eating cake. You can't do them all the time but you enjoy them while you can."
"I think you can have a little bit more cake if you ask me."
"I just want you. I want to know that you're going to be mine. I want to know what it's like to be inside of you, to claim you. But I need to know something first."
I turn my head to the left to give him some of my face as I ask, "And what's that?"
"I want you to tell me that you want this."
I smile. A few nerves are behind it though. This is my virginity that we're talking about. "I want this." I never meant words more than these.
"You know you only get one first time, Cassandra. And I'm a flawed man. I'm more flawed than most men."
"Do you think that weighs on me more than most things? I wouldn't be in this hotel room If I worried about things like that. I wouldn't be in this bedroom letting you give me a massage if I worried about things like that. I can go on and on and on. But I want this."
"You're a little perfect in my eyes and that scares me. I don't get scared."
"I know you don't. So I'm flattered that you care so much about me making this decision."
"Say my name when you tell me that you want it."
My cheeks go red. "I want this, Tony. I want this bad. I want to know what it's like to have you inside of me. I want to feel it. I want to give you my virginity."
I can't believe these words have flown from my lips. But there they are hanging in the air between us.
He turns me over, my towel still on. But I know that it's not going to be on for long. And man oh man…do I welcome that. There's going to be no bra or panties this time to shield my most private areas from his hungry eyes.
I can't hold back the smirk as he eyes my body before taking the towel off. His masculine grip grabs at the towel, the top of the towel to be specific, and then he pulls. It unravels me like I'm a present, my double D cup breasts falling free as my nipples twist into tight peaks. His eyes linger over my chest for a good while before they drift lower to my shaved pussy. I'm nervous. Not only has nothing ever been inserted there, not even a vibrator, but no one but me has ever seen what he’s seeing right now.
That’s all changing. Right. Now.
He gets off the bed and takes off his boxer briefs. When he gets back on, his lips gently kiss my ankles, working his way up my legs and to the inside of my thighs, goosebumps springing up all over my body.
Wasting no time, he goes after exactly what we’re both here for, his tongue making contact with my clit and immediately I feel like I’m weightless, lost in another world I didn’t even know existed. I fall into a different dimension because his tongue is so expertly skilled, the tip playing me like an instrument, making me sing out in pleasure as his hands roam all over my body while he continues pleasuring my womanhood with his face.
Slipping two fingers into my tight channel he begins to work his thick digits in and out of my opening while his tongue has its way with my nub.
I've never felt so possessed, so owned completely, in such a good way. I'm all about independence and having my freedom, but being possessed by Tony is indescribable, making me consider throwing out any dreams and ambitions I might have had for my life if I can trade it in for the experience of this kind of ecstasy on the daily into eternity.
I'm getting closer and closer to climaxing, trying to hold back as I don’t want to finish before his trunk is buried to the hilt inside me, his crown pressing against my cervix as he fills me completely, owns me without question.
Gently I guide his head away from my groin, whispering, "I was about to come, but I don't want to come…yet."
I spy a devious smile on Tony's face, knowing he must feel so accomplished with his skills. The girl he had a hard time talking into babysitting for him was about to be driven by that same mouth into pure sexual bliss, already approaching the finish line. What a difference a few flips of the pages of a calendar makes.
The next thing I know, he's hovering over me, lining the crown of his cock up with my entrance.
Leaning in he puts his forehead on mine and looks me straight in the eyes, his orbs at most a couple of inches distance from mine. “It’s time you became mine.”