He grinds his knee between my legs, and a moan escapes my lips, my eyes fluttering as pleasure pulses in my cunt, becoming dewy and slick with need. He presses his knee against me again, the pressure momentarily easing that deep need between me, my clit tingling with each touch. Our lips break apart for air, and I gasp for breath.
“What’s your name,” he growls.
I don’t know why, but I tell him it’s Leah. It’s not exactly a lie. Emilia is my full name after all. Maybe because tonight I don’t want to be Emilia the shy wallflower, the one who studies instead of parties, the one who can’t seem to ever let go. Tonight I’m someone else.
“Leah,” he says, his deep voice caressing the name. “It’s perfect for you.”
“And yours?” I ask between heaving breaths as he kisses and nuzzles my neck, his hot breath sending delicious shivers down my spine. His teeth grazes my neck, and I can’t help it, my hands tighten in his hair, desperate to feel those sensations again.
“Nate,” he says.
His hand slides up my thigh, pushing the hem of my dress up over my ass. I can feel his thick digits dip between my cleft, stroking through my soaked panties. My pussy lips are swelling, releasing its nectar under his touch. His thumb finds my clit, the nub peeking through my folds and he gives it a sensuous rub that makes me lightheaded with pleasure.
“Nate,” I whisper. “Ohhhhhh Nate.”
And then suddenly he stops.
“We’re here,” he says. “And as much as I’d like to take you right now, I think you’d enjoy it a little more in bed, don’t you think?”
My mind is hazy, but he’s right. It’d be sort of clichéd to lose my virginity in the back of a car, especially when there’s his driver in the front seat. There’s a partition between us of course, but I think it would be pretty obvious if we didn’t get out and the car started to shake. I might be a new woman tonight, but still. I’m not that bold. Not yet anyways.
I open the door, and we step out onto the sidewalk. My dress hem falls down around me, and to anyone else, it wouldn’t have looked like anything at all. Just a couple coming back from a nice night on the town. We make our way into the apartment building, the doorman calling out a “Good evening” to us as we go by. We head towards the elevator on the left, and instead of a button I notice a scanner. Nate puts his thumb on it, and the door opens. I open my mouth to ask him about it, but he’s kissing me again, pushing me up against the wood of the elevator. The bannister digs into my back, but I don’t care, because his hands are where they should be again, making my knees weak.
My whole body is filling up with pleasure, a delectable pulsing starting in my core and spreading outwards to the tips of my fingers. My nipples tighten like diamonds, the candy pink peaks poking stiffly through the fabric. I can feel the arousal deep in my bones, awoken at last by Nate’s expert touch.
“More,” I beg of him between kisses. “I need more.”
Nate lifts me up by my hips, high enough that I can lock my legs around him. His cock fits snugly against my pussy, heat searing through the layers of our clothes. I can feel the steel shaft throbbing, and it’s huge. I’m wondering if I’m even going to be able to take any of that when he dips his head, his mouth covering my nipples through my dress. He sucks hard, and I throw my head back, surrendering to the bliss completely. I can’t control myself anymore. I’m just giving in entirely. I can feel my pussy gushing with liquid, probably causing a wet patch on his pants too by now. He grabs my other breast, squeezes it, and massages the soft flesh before pinching my nipples. The sharp pain is exquisite, just enough to ramp up the pleasure I feel from his rough fingers.
“I’m going to make you feel amazing,” he promises.
I can see him through hooded eyes, the way he looks at me with expectation and desire, and I know his word is good. The lift doors open, and instead of letting me go, he carries me through his apartment. I can’t believe it goes directly to his home, but I guess that’s why there’s a fingerprinting system. I briefly catch sight of a gorgeous apartment like something out of HGTV, and then we’re in his master suite. I let go, and he sets me down in front of the bed.
“Take off your dress,” he commands, his deep voice rough with desire.
I’m suddenly overcome with shyness. I’ve never had another man look at me naked before. What if he doesn’t like what he sees? The light above us suddenly seems so bright. I pause, my hand shaking.
“What’s wrong?” he says.
“I-” Is there ever a good way to tell a man that you’re a virgin? That you have no idea what you’re doing? Best to just come out with it.