Chapter Two

A rush of panic and desire engulfed me. I was almost naked in front of a man. The same scenario I might have judged harshly in another girl yet here I was, breathless and exposed before him. My first love. 

His mouth found the hollow of my neck, his breath hot against my skin. He nibbled my earlobe gently, sending a shudder through me. 

“Forget I said you're intoxicating, you're devastatingly alluring” He kissed the back of my ear “enthralling” he said as he traced his fingers down my torso till he got to the hem of my panties.

I lay there exposed, every one of my nerves alight. He traced my skin, and with each slow movement, my back arched instinctively. A tight, aching heat coiled low in my stomach just as his fingers slipped beneath the lace of my panties. My breath hitched, tilting my head back as my fingers fisted the sheets.

I let out a moan the instant his fingers found my clit and his mouth clasped down on my nipples again sucking them. Subconsciously I clenched my thighs as he deepened his fingers inside me. His fingers withdrew, only to spread my legs apart and immediately slipped his fingers back beneath my panties. I threw my head back as the sensation intensified, trying to catch my breath.

 I'd never felt this way before. Heck this was my first encounter. I didn’t want to say it was my first time. It would be embarrassing and he would stop and I didn't want that. 

He thrust his fingers faster inside, my body jerked involuntarily with every thrust and his mouth still was not letting go of my breasts. It over-stimulated me and I came undone on his fingers. My chest heaved continuously, I was out of breath. I leaned on my elbow trying to steady my breathing. My gaze dropped, I gasped. My panties were gone. 

How had I not even noticed?

His touch had been so consuming, that I’d lost track of everything but the feel of him.  

 His mouth left my breast tracing kisses down my torso till his head stopped between my thighs. He held my hips and pulled me closer to his face, his hot breath fanned me as his tongue found my clit. I let out a shuddering moan.

“Brian” I moaned. My thighs clenching around his head, trapping him.

I traced my fingers in his silky soft hair, pulling them softly. He groaned, moving his hands from my thighs to cup my butt, pulling me closer as he thrust his tongue inside me. My mind was still screaming for me to stop but the pull between our bodies was alarming. Deafening. My traitorous skin burned for his touch. It was so hard to steady my breathing as heat formed inside me. My head fell back against the sheets, my back arching off the bed. I placed the back of my palm over my mouth to stop myself from moaning his name out loud as his tongue thrust further and faster. Again I came undone. Panting. I still didn't let go of me, I gave a little push on his head signalling him to stop. 

He lifted his head from in between my thighs, I couldn't tell if he was looking at me or not because I wasn't with my glasses. He leaned in, his hands caging my body beneath him. My gaze dropped from his face as soon as I felt a slight warmth touch my thigh. I gasped, it was the smooth heavy drag of his length against my thigh

When had his towel slipped away? 

I looked back at his face shocked. I squint through the dim light, struggling to read his expression. His brown eyes held this yearning look which made my heart leap.

Gosh, I wanted more

He kissed my lower belly. Then his hands held my hips, guiding me as he sank into me. A moan tore from both our throats, his forehead dropping to meet mine. I dug my nails on his back, chanting his name as my mind screamed a warning:  

Tell him. Tell him it’s your first time.  

He cradled my thighs, hooking my legs around his waist, each deliberate thrust pulling a whimper from my lips.  

Time blurred. The night burned away.

The light from the morning sun cast against my face causing me to turn, and with every movement I made my body feel sore like I haven't slept.

Speaking of sleeping. 

My eyes snapped open as everything from yesterday flooded in. Shocked to the core in disbelief. I gasped when my eyes caught Brian with his messy hair sleeping soundly beside me, his hand around my waist, the duvet covering only his lower body. I looked at his face and the little injuries on his neck and arm as the image of us together last night replayed in my head. I covered my mouth to prevent me from screaming. Everything happened so fast. 

I slipped away from his grip trying not to wake him up.

I'm so stupid, where was myself control? I curse myself.

As soon as I tried to get up from the bed, my legs gave out and I collapsed on the floor with a soft thud. Brian groaned on the bed stirring a little, I stayed still hiding. Slowly I peeked over the edge of the bed, he was still asleep. My body ached. I winced as a sharp pain pulsed between my legs. My knees trembled as I tried to stand fully, using the night stand for support. The clock on the night stand read 11:37 AM

 My eyes widened in horror. I was late, and to make it worse, I didn’t finish my shift yesterday. Madam Louise was going to be pissed, she hated my gut for no reason and now I have given her a reason to hate me more. 

I leaped to where my gown was crumpled on the floor and hurriedly slipped it on, squinting to find my glasses. Once I found them, I put them on. I rushed across the room to get the cleaning cart, ignoring the pain between my thighs. Quietly, I opened the door pushing the cart out of the room and closed the door behind me without looking back. 

I couldn't bear to face him, not after that. And I was late to work, also i hadn't submitted the cleaning cart for the day yesterday.

I'm so dead.