I slip my hand beneath her dress, letting my touch trace slowly up her smooth legs.
She seems to hesitate for a second, then bites her lips as a nervous smile flickers across her face.
“Is everything okay?” I ask, pausing.
She nods, but I can see there’s something on her mind.
“Kat, are you sure?”
“I’ve, um, never done this before. I don’t want to make a big deal out of it or stop. I don’t want to stop,” she says quickly. “But I just thought maybe it’s something I should tell you, because, well, I’ve never done this before.”
I reach up, lifting her mask off, and for the first time, I let my eyes trace over her face. For a moment, I’m speechless. Fuck, she’s perfect. She’s beautiful, she’s exquisite.
She has freckles scattered over her nose, cute little caramel specks that bring warmth to her face. Her eyes are a mix of blue and green, making them almost turquoise. Her lips are full, and cupid-shaped, pale pink, swollen from our kiss. Herlashes are long, dark and elegant. There is nothing about her that isn’t perfect.
Her nervous tension is clearly growing the longer I take to reply, but she doesn’t realize that seeing her for the first time has me spellbound.
“Do you…Do you want to stop?” she asks, sounding embarrassed.
“So, you’ve never gone home with a stranger before?” I ask.
“Oh, um, no, I haven’t. But what I was saying is that…I’ve never had sex before.”
My cock throbs harder, pulsing with thick veins of desire.
“You’re a virgin, but you came home with me?” I ask in disbelief. Could this moment be any more perfect than it already is? Could she be any more perfect?
“Because I wanted to. I chose this. As I said, I don’t want to stop, I just thought…I don’t know…maybe it’s something I’m supposed to tell you,” she shrugs.
She reaches for my mask and lifts it away. Her eyes study me, slowly, thoughtfully.
A dark smile spreads across my face. “I’ll be gentle, Kat,” I assure her. Relief floods her expression. “So, you still want to be with me?” she asks.
“I want you more than I’ve wanted anything in my life,” I growl.
Her lips crash into mine again, and I push her down onto the bed, crawling over her as my hands explore her body, peeling away the beautiful red dress to reveal even more of her perfection.
***
I fall asleep with her wrapped in my arms and a smile on my face.
I wake up in the early hours of the morning with that same smile, immediately pulling my mouth up at the corners. I can’t get over how great last night was, all three times she let me take her. I explored every corner of her body, tasted her in every way, and now, just thinking about it…my cock is growing hard.
I reach my hand beneath the blanket towards where she must still be asleep, but my fingers slide over cold, empty sheets.
She’s not here.
A surge of panic shoots through me, and I sit up, squinting into the dim morning light.
“Blinds open,” I demand, and they roll upwards, letting in more light, filling the room with a soft, hazy glow.
The bathroom door is open, and I can’t hear her in there. But there’s no way she left. Not after how good last night was.
Throwing the blankets off, I stretch my arms over my head and roll my neck. She must be downstairs making a coffee. I pull on a pair of sweatpants, grinning, picturing her wearing my shirt, her long, shapely legs bare as she stands on her tiptoes to reach the coffee mugs. It stirs my cock again, and I hurry out of the room to find her. I want her again. I want more.
It doesn’t take me long to realize that Katdidactually leave.
I can’t believe it.She left.
