"I apologize for the unexpected entrance earlier," Justin murmured, his lips tracing a delicate path down Amy's neck as he carefully settled her onto the bedspread. "That pesky waiter practically pushed me in here. If only I'd known you were waiting, I would've rushed to your side."
Amy kept her eyes closed, an electrifying sensation coursing through her body with every tender kiss Justin planted on her neck. However, before she could decipher the feelings welling up inside her, she sensed his movement. Her eyes fluttered open to find him already crouched down, poised to flick on the light switch.
"No, please don't!" Amy exclaimed, leaping off the bed and enveloping her arms around his form, thwarting his attempt.
"But, my enchantress, it's quite dark in here," Justin smiled, savoring the sensation of his enigmatic enchantress embracing him. "Are you absolutely certain about keeping the lights off?"
"No!" Amy gasped in a panic, pressing her cheek against his back, her heart pounding wildly. The thought of Kyle catching them like this was unfathomable. What judgments would he pass? Would he label her as an easy seductress, luring men to her bed for the sake of procreation? She couldn't bear that. This liaison, this secret encounter tonight, had to remain anonymous until she was certain of Kyle's feelings.
Justin turned to hold her close, reveling in her allure. She was intoxicating, intriguing, and undeniably adorable, driving him to the brink of madness. No woman had ever occupied his thoughts before indulging in pleasure, but she was different. He respected her desires.
"Alright, we'll leave the light off. It'll add an extra thrill," Justin agreed.
His goddess nodded, and now she had to be alluring as well? Her allure seemed boundless.
"Could you do me a favor?" Amy asked softly, interrupting Justin's thoughts.
She couldn't have imagined herself doing this in a million years, but here she was, compromising her principles, all for the sake of a single sperm. She tried to compose herself, but the overwhelming need for intimacy left her incapable of rational thought. But wasn't this what she desired? It was just for one night. At least she'd experience love. Plus, she would still secure her sperm from Kyle. It was like hitting two birds with one stone, adhering to her unique philosophy.
Justin chuckled and gently cupped her cheeks. "What is it, my enchantress? What would you like me to do?"
"I... I'd prefer to keep this encounter between us anonymous," Amy murmured nervously, affecting the most seductive tone she could muster. It sounded nothing like her usual voice, a result of the steamy romance novels she'd recently been reading.
"Encounter? Anonymous?" Justin chuckled heartily. He'd never met anyone who referred to a one-night stand as an encounter or transaction. "You mean our one-night stand? You want to keep it mysterious between us?" He had a strong urge to turn on the light and see her face. His enigmatic enchantress intrigued him more with each passing moment.
Amy pondered the term "one-night stand." Was that what this arrangement was? She heard him chuckle again, a delightful sound that made her stomach flutter, and then he captured her lips in another passionate kiss, filled with so much emotion that she couldn't help but moan.
"Alright, I promise," Justin vowed, relishing in the moan from his mysterious partner, "Tonight will remain our little secret." Amy's image flashed in his mind, as captivating as the avocado she had mentioned earlier.
!
"Get out! Don't let that avocado cross your mind tonight," Justin firmly told himself. He pushed Amy's image to the recesses of his thoughts. Tonight was about indulgence and enjoyment.
Still, the voice of his enigmatic partner sounded different from when they were at the bar. Perhaps the loud music there had affected his hearing. In this quiet and intimate setting, her voice carried a distinct tone.
Regardless, having her here with him was far more enticing than dwelling on avocados. Since she wanted to keep their identities concealed, Justin was more than willing to comply.
If the alcohol hadn't clouded his judgment, Justin might have considered that his mysterious companion was trying to seduce him. She stood on tiptoe, wrapping her arms around his neck and whispering sweet words into his ear. As he received her message, a wide grin spread across his face, and his eyes filled with intense desire. It seemed she had been playing the role of the enigmatic woman and adhering to their plan all along.
"Come to bed," she called, causing Amy to inwardly cringe. Where had she learned to deliver lines like that? She sounded like a devoted wife awaiting her husband after a long day's work.
"Anything you say, darling," Justin huskily replied, sending shivers down her spine.
"Darling?" That sounded more like something Casanova Justin would say. Amy mentally chastised herself because Kyle would never use such endearments. What terms of affection would Kyle use?
Not wanting to disappoint his partner, Justin took charge and carried her back to the bed, then settled on top of her. With one arm supporting his weight, he gazed into her eyes.
Damn it! He couldn't see much in the dim light, except for the gleam in her eyes. Since his vision was of little use in this situation, Justin relied on his other senses to ensure this experience was memorable.
With his sense of smell, he inhaled her enticing peach and orange blossom scent, igniting his desire for her even more. With his touch, he caressed her soft skin, gradually undressing her until she lay exposed beneath him. His sense of taste took over as he explored her, leaving him hungry for more. His ears caught every moan, every sigh, every subtle movement, all begging for more.