Lily • Rosa • Jeanine • Park
"A-Ah!"
"NGH~"
"Mmmh"
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Moans were heard everywhere. I couldn't control it. My body ached from the eternal sensation of his maleness. My fingers were clenching the bedsheets of the bed as I laid under him. Uncontrollably. He was so big; so long, so hard. He was so deep that my whole inside felt like jelly. I melted from his constant touch. The contractions of my vaginal walls were so unbearable that my toes were curling in one tempo. Constantly.
Unbelievable.
He made me feel like no one else did before.
When he suddenly pulled his manhood out of my freshly sensitive crotch, I felt a painful emptiness. He hurriedly emptied his content out on my breasts, which left a tingly sensation in my nipples. I twitched from the sudden lack of fullness. I needed more.
And I got more.
• • •
After the second round, which he surprisingly accepted very effortlessly, I laid on the bed next to him, his head resting on my belly. I found myself totally without any possible strength, or any effort to get out of bed, yet with a very memorable and pleasant feeling traveling through my senses.
I did it.
I had sex with Victor Sacco; a man I don't know anything about. What did it mean?
No. Did it actually mean something?
• • •
After our 2 hours long intercourse, he offered me a warm shower.
Wait, what?
"A shower?!" I asked, surprised af.
"Here? On a plane? How?" Did planes always have showers? Did I not know only because I never traveled in first class?
"Yeah', but there is only one in this area." He admitted, which shocked me even more.
"Then we need to use it. Let's go!" He chuckled softly at my words, nodding as a response.
• • •
"We're landing in 25 minutes," he informed me, when he was carefully washing my belly from behind, his hands reaching out inconspicuously, leaving me with my thoughts.
What will happen after we arrive? Will we meet ever again?
What is our relationship? What did this mean?
Satisfying our desires?
Pleasure?
Who is this man?
• • •
I stood steady, after putting my clothes on and getting my grip together. Slowly realizing what should I do next; how should I react. What is the most right thing for me to do.
Racionality.
Logical thinking.
That was my choice for this situation.
Not getting hurt.
No strings attached.
As he came from the shower which left a attractive aura shining from his inside, I waited for him in the room, standing by the bed. Getting ready to say what I had planned. You can do it. I'm a strong, independent woman full of experience. Not a god, but still myself.
I felt shivers go down my whole spine. Why am I feeling so uneasy? I already slept with dozen of guys...So why?
He walked to the room, walking in with only a towel tied over his hips, water still dripping down his hair, down to his chest and disappeared in the towel.
Effective. And he saw me staring at him.
"What? You want another round?" He asked, simply.
"No... how'd you even wanna do that? We're landing in 20 minutes." Okay, here I go.
"True-"
"Then I'mma go and pack my things. Thank you again for saving me, and also for the night-
I mean, for the last two hours." I corrected myself. Here I go, acting like an actual bitch.
Damn.
"Yeah, right...me too." He responded, realizing the situation and handed me a bunch of fifty dollar bills.
Wait.
What am I?
A whore?!
"No, I don't want that, take it back. I didn't sleep with you because of money. I'm not a whore." He just stood there, silent, almost like he didn't believe me. When I insisted about not taking the money, he just took them back to his wallet, confused af.
Did he think that I wanted to sleep with him only because of his money? Bullshit.
Did he never experience a mutual sense of understanding each other's desires and needs?
Another bullshit.
• • •
Walking down the alley of crossing the classes, getting to my seat, even if it was partly dark, due to the hour of the arrival, and thanks to the light on, everybody looked at me, curious about where I've been. Especially Léo.
He must have noticed that I've been gone for a while now. In a brief moment, I received a message from him. 35th message, to be honest.
Exactly.
He wanted to know where I've been. Damnit, how long has he been up for?
I sat back at my seat, finally getting to pack my things and get ready for the arrival. As I was calmly and peacefully packing all of my things up, I noticed the same flight attendant from last night, walking towards me. My eyes widened and my lips suck together, wondering why she was coming. An uncomfortable feeling of shivers flowing under my skin made me overthink again.
Why is she rushing so suddenly? What does she want?
Did I do something wrong?
Is it because of last night- no, because of two hours ago?
Is it because I didn't want the money? Or because Victor let me in? Or because of my unexpected stay?
"Excuse me," she started, calling me out, getting my full attention. "Hello, Miss. I'd like to inform you that Mister Sacco wanted me to make sure you came okay, and he also wanted me to inform you that he's going to wait for you in his car, right after the arrival. He wanted me to make sure you come."
• • •
This situation smells like honey.
Yet, it tastes like a poison.
• • •
Just like a rose. It's beautiful, tempting, you know it's dangerous, but you still wanna touch it, anyways.
• • •
Or maybe like a spindle of a spinning wheel for Sleeping Beauty. She knew that she would die if she would prick her finger on the spindle of the spinning wheel, yet she still did it.
• • •
Strangely, even, just like the way you want to resist looking into Medusa's eyes.
• • •
Temptation.
Something you want to have, or to do, even though you know you shouldn't.
To be continued...