One Last Night With a Stranger (2)

A slow satisfied grin jumps on my lips as he pushes me against the door the moment we walk into the hotel, tugging impatiently at my clothes.

I am impatient as well to get rid of the hindrance and help in dealing with the mess. I am desperate to feel his skin on me and in me. Within seconds, I am naked and I don't feel ashamed as I had thought I would whenever I imagined my first night with a man.

The glow in his eyes as he takes me in makes me forget that I am with a man I barely know.

"You are beautiful." He whistles, running his tongue over his lip in that flirty way I have come to love.

I don't believe him but I smile. "It's my turn to tell you that you are beautiful." I say with an arch of my eyebrows.

He understand what I mean and barks out a loud amused laugh. I love how in sync we are and wonder where he was all my life.

He undresses himself slowly and teasing me all through. I let out a whimper as I glimpse bit by bit every inch of his perfect body. I can't wait to have him but I have to remind myself that it is better we take our time so I can have a long mental tape to replay.

He stands before me gloriously naked, his erection rock hard and begging for attention.

Who am I to ignore that when I know how painful it is to beg for attention?

I react without thinking, going down on my knees before him and take him in my lips, my eyes staring at him to watch his attention.

His eyes roll in his head and he lets out a drawn out groan. Feeling encouraged that I am doing it right, I take him deeper, fighting the need to gag.

I am desperate for another compliment.

"Damn it, girl!" He groans, placing his hand on the door to support himself. "You are killing me."

I wish that is true. We can continue this in hell if we both die. But it's not true. I'm going to be the one to die while he will likely get married and have another woman sucking him as I am doing. Damn, he could even be married.

I am too long gone to care about morals and neither do I want to brood on what I can't control.

I focus on the dick in my mouth and how much I want to please him. Without warning, he pulls me up, his hands tight against my skin.

I let out a whimper, darting my eyes down at his groin, still hard and wet with my saliva.

"I feel like I want to burst and I want to do that inside you." He growls.

I melt right there, wanting that as well.

He pushes me on the bed and I bounce, grin and stare as he climbs the bed and lays on me. I love how aggressive he is and hope that he fucks the shit out of me, making me forget my misery.

He stills and curses.

"What?" I ask with fear in my voice, hoping he didn't suddenly remember that he had to run home.

"I don't have condoms." He winces, looking sorry.

I would be damned if I let him call this a night. I can't go back to the club to scout for another horny male. I don't think I have the courage to try again.

Dying a virgin seems more scary to me than dying at all.

"Are you clean?" I ask.

His eyes widen in surprise but he nods. "Are you?"

"I am."

Being conscious of my health had been a priority for me but where had it gotten me?

Before I can wonder what is next, he pulls my hips up and sinks all the way into my core. I gasp as pain travels through my spine and makes my eyes water.

"Fuck!" He curses again, pulling out immediately. "You didn't tell me you were a virgin."

He looks pissed and my heart trembles with fear.

"I didn't think it mattered."

"I wouldn't have been rough with you if I had known. Heck, I shouldn't have taken what wasn't mine to take."

I want to laugh. He doesn't strike me as the type to think highly of a woman's virginity. Fear of him stopping tops the amusement I feel.

"I liked it rough." I say, hoping he believes me.

I don't deny that my virginity isn't his to take as he believes. I have had fantasies of giving my virginity to the man I am going to spend my life with.

His eyes flash and I stare back without flinching, hoping he sees the truth in them.

"Please, don't stop." I whisper.

"Fuck. I can't resist you." He lets out a groan as he moves his hand up my body and fondles my breast.

I moan as pleasure travels through my body. "More,"

"My little greedy virgin." He grins, bending low to take my breast in his mouth as he dips a finger into my pussy.

I almost jump off the bed as a torrent of pleasure goes through me. I cling to him, rocking my hips in response to his tease on my clit and the pull on my nipple.

I feel a wave threatening to pull me apart and I cry as I have my first orgasm, powerful and dangerous as I want it to be. I cling tighter to him, tears falling down my face at the bliss I feel.

"Are you okay?" He asks, worry coloring his eyes. "Did I hurt you?"

I shake my head. "No, you didn't."

"Why are you crying?" He asks with doubt.

"Because it was beautiful." I confess.

He smiles in understanding. "Being with you is making sex more beautiful to me."

I don't want him to tell me sweet words.

"Fuck me," I say in response. "And please, be rough."

He chuckles. "You are wild."

If only he knows how wild I intend to be.

He pulls my legs up and pushes his groin all the way in one move as he did earlier. Instead of feeling pain as I had felt earlier, I feel nothing but pleasure.

He scans my eyes for signs of discomfort but I shake my head and signal to him to keep going. I hold on to him, matching him thrust for thrust as he rams his dick into me, sending me into endless throes of passion and orgasm all through the night.

I wake up at dawn, tangled under his arms and feeling sore but satisfied. I gently move up from the bed and get dressed. I shouldn't be here when he wakes up. There isn't any need to make our departure awkward.

We've had the best night and should move on. Well, he should move on while I decide on what next I want to do before death comes knocking.

I am at the store a few hours later, having decided to stuff my face with junks and binge-watch shows I have missed.

I stop in my tracks as my eyes fall on the last person I hope to see.

"You!" We both say at the same time.

"Do you live around here?" I ask.

I don't want to run into him everyday in the neighborhood and feel awkward.

That isn't the emotion I want in my last days.

"No." He replies. "I'm visiting a friend."

I heave a sigh of relief. "Okay. Enjoy your stay then."

"You left before I woke up." He says just as I turn to leave.

I wince. "I felt there was no need to make our goodbye awkward."

"Who said we have to say goodbye?" He asks, his eyes twinkling. "We could have had a steamy morning, just as last night was." He says in a suggestive tone. "The sex was good. We don't have to stop after one night. What if we do it again? Again and again?"

I look around and am relieved that nobody is around to hear us.

"I..."

I can't finish my statement as my phone beeps at that moment. I scowl at the message flashing on my screen. It is an apology from the hospital for mixing my lab results up and giving me a wrong diagnosis.

I stand rooted in shock as I process what that means. I am not going to die anymore. I have lost my virginity on a whim. I don't regret it though.

"Are you okay?" He asks, moving closer and peering at me in worry.

I have forgotten about him.

I nod. "Yes." I breath, still in shock.

"What do you say?" He asks with an arch of his brows.

I know what he is asking and also know what it is that I want to do. I smile at him, loving that my life has become brighter.