Wait.
Something’s not right.
There was something in her eyes.
Something I didn’t like.
Was she…about to CRY?
“What’s the matter?” I asked, half seriously but half angrily.
“N-n-nothing,” she whimpered.
A deep sigh slid involuntarily from my chest. “Tell me. What’s the problem.”
“It’s nothing, I swear.”
“It’s not nothing.”
“No, it’s just…I’m…”
“You’re what.”
She was seriously testing my patience now.
My conquest, still lying beneath me, turned her gaze away. I wasn’t having any of that, so I clamped both sides of her jaw with a strong grip and physically turned her back.
“Tell me.”
She trembled harder.
Her entire body was quivering now.
“I’m not…I just…”
Spit. It. The. Fuck. Out.
“I’m a virgin.”
It struck me like a sack of bricks.
I almost laughed.
“You’re a virgin.”
She nodded quietly, turning away again.
“With a body like this… How the fuck are you still a virgin?”
She blushed, but there was still ample shame plastered across her face. My lay was taking this seriously to heart.
But that’s when I realized.
A virgin.
My rightful place.
“Well…that just means we’ll be going a little slower, doesn’t it?” I whispered to her, trying to sound as tender as I possibly could.
She turned back.
“You’d…do that?”
“You’re damn right I would.”
Angel looked me in the eyes. Even in the low light, I couldn’t tell what was going through her head in the slightest. After a moment that felt like a fucking eternity, she nodded.
“Okay.”
I reached down and fondly planted my lips against hers, giving her a deep, loving kiss. I didn’t even have to pretend – it was so easy to bend for her, to hold back from the hunger of my usual passion.
Carefully, delicately, I guided her out of the rest of her clothes. Soon, she was stripped bare beneath me, her body opened up for the taking.
Her tits looked fantastic.
Her shaved little pussy was glistening.
Her skin was ready for my pleasure.
But…
But.
I couldn’t believe it. I had never, ever hesitated before taking a partner before. After scores of groupies and doing as I pleased with their bodies…it was alien to me to actually care about any of them for longer than the moment.
“Is…is something wrong?” She asked timidly.
“No,” I answered immediately, guiding her attention away from any perceived, misplaced dissatisfaction she might have feared from me. “No, everything’s fine.”
“You’re…not doing anything,” she observed quietly. She must have become self-conscious; her thighs rubbed together lightly, toes curling, and she was subtly shrinking into herself.
“I’m just savoring the moment,” I told her, although I wasn’t fooling anybody.
I sat down beside her on the bed, furious with myself, bitterly arguing with my sudden bout of stupid, idiotic hesitance.
My conquest was here.
She was ripe, and ready for the plucking. Not only that, but every furious ounce of gritty, hungry lust within me screamed: you’re going to be FIRST.
“This doesn’t feel right,” I felt my lips speak, hearing my own words definitively betray me.
“Wh-what do you mean?”
Angel was sitting up now, hiding her exposed body behind part of the comforter. She was clutching it against her breasts, her legs wrapped together beneath her.
“I…”
I didn’t have words.
But she was concerned now.
Scared.
I needed to have the right words.
“I don’t think I can do this to you,” I heard myself whisper as I turned away. “As much as I want to fuck you like an animal and just let you fall to the wayside… I don’t think I can do that to you.”
It was like an out-of-body experience. Wherever this sudden anxiety, this conscience had come from, it was forcing my body to react on its own. Something deep down inside me held me back. It refused, revolted, rebelled against absolutely defiling her.
I knew that’s exactly what would happen otherwise.
Without any hesitation, I could rock her world. I would bring her to fresh levels of bliss that she could barely fathom, let alone crave.
She was virginal.
She had no idea what I could do to her.
But I did.
And not even just physically.
I could seriously fuck this girl up.
And I couldn’t.
“But I want it, I do,” she whispered.
“You think you do,” I answered. “You know that you’ll enjoy yourself with me, but you know that I’m leaving town soon. We’ll probably never see each other again. What then? How will you handle that?”