She moaned softly as her head fell backward and her legs tightened around me. There was such a sense of satisfaction in knowing that this woman wanted me to be her first; I almost exploded at the thought. However, I wanted to repay the gift she was giving me with a remarkable first time. I wanted her to remember what it was like to be fucked by me, wanted her to use me as a comparison for everyone who came next. Above that, I wanted her to see how beautiful the pleasure I was giving her looked on her face.
Reluctantly, I pulled out of her. She whined between pants, but neither of us said a word as I pulled her down from the sink, turned her around, and bent her over the cold marble. Her eyes focused on me for a second before they found her own face in the mirror.
I squeezed her hips between my fingertips while I entered her from behind. The bewilderment in her eyes turned to pure lust as I started fucking her again. This time I moved harder and deeper.
She looked her reflection in the eyes. I could see her savoring the sight of her pleasure as much as I was. Although I would have rather her first time be in a better location—say a bed or a couch or my office desk—watching her stare at herself in the mirror while I fucked her was probably the sexiest thing I had ever seen.
“Oh, Kellan,” she roared as her walls grew tighter around me, making my cock go crazy.
Not wanting any passerby to hear us and interrupt our fun, I covered her mouth and thrust harder, bringing both of us to the brink of release. She moaned against my hand and looked at me through the mirror. As our eyes locked, her pussy convulsed around my cock, causing my own climax to erupt. Her moans were like a sweet symphony as I continued to rock my hips back and forth, gripping her skin tighter as we rode our orgasms together.
I drifted back to reality slowly, but once I did, my mind was full of questions and confusion. “This was your first time,” I said as I pulled back. When she nodded, I asked, “Why me?”
“Does that really matter to you?” she countered with a sated smile as she pulled her dress down to cover herself. Our eyes met, and a second later she turned back to the mirror to check her appearance.
A line formed between my brows at the nonchalant way she spoke. In all my years, I had never met a woman who seemed to care so little about losing her virginity. It was as strange as it was refreshing, and though it made me yearn for her again, I knew our time together was over.
“I guess not,” I replied as I stood beside her to fix my hair and tie. Once I was sure I looked as good as I had before our encounter, I turned to leave.
“You’re just going to leave?” There was a clear and unexpected outline of outrage in her voice.
I took a deep breath and, in an attempt not to be a complete asshole, turned to look at her. “The cocktail party has started, and I’m sure my associate is wondering where I am,” I responded, giving her at least a valid excuse. “But this was lovely.”
Without another word, I left the bathroom and walked to the hall where the party was being held. I greeted familiar faces along the way and flirted with a few women, but my mind stayed in that restroom with her.
I had never taken someone’s virginity, so I had no grounds to compare, but there was something about the way she had acted that puzzled me. Her laser-sharp focus on getting me made me feel like she had saved herself solely for me, which made no sense since we had just met.
I shook the thought away and scanned the room in search of Alexander, my business partner and best friend. Although Alex was a family man and had a poor grasp on my bachelor lifestyle, he liked a good story and never failed to offer reliable advice when it came to handling certain situations.
As per usual, the party was filled with celebrities, models, and businesspeople who socialized in a drunken haze that was only acceptable in these kinds of occasions. Usually I thrived in places like these, but tonight it was all too loud and busy for my taste. Trying to ignore people as much as I could, I made my way toward the bar, knowing that was probably where I’d find Alex.
From a few feet away, I saw him talking to his wife. I gave them a small wave and received warm smiles in return.
“I was starting to worry,” Alex proclaimed, shaking my hand.
I kissed his wife, Leslie, on the cheek before ordering my drink. When I looked back at my friend, his eyes were wide and curious. I cleared my throat and stole a glance at Leslie. No matter how many times I found myself in these kinds of situations with them, discussing my sex life in her presence always made me uncomfortable.
“That’s because you worry too much. I was just making a new friend,” I said, trying to defuse the awkwardness.
Leslie rolled her eyes and took a long sip of her blush wine while her husband stared at me with a broad smile and knowing glance.