“Shall I help you take off your blouse?”
It turns out to be a rhetorical question because I see in the mirror how he’s already undoing the top button. Slowly, his hands glide to the next one. I have time to change my mind, but I don’t want to. I want to feel him. The third button follows, and my white lace bra becomes visible. I see my own chest rise and fall in the mirror, breathing quick and shallow. He places his hands around my waist to undo the bottom two buttons, pulls the blouse out of my skirt, and lets it hang open. My eyes meet his in the mirror. We’re both looking at the same scene. The beginning of an erotic film where I’m the main character. He kisses my neck, behind my ear, while keeping my gaze in the mirror. I moan with pleasure. As if my sound was the cue he was waiting for, he pulls the blouse off in one swift motion and throws it on the floor. A shiver of cold and desire runs through me. He steps closer, and I feel the safe warmth he radiates envelop my entire body. I feel his erection against my backside and instinctively press myself against him. His eyes darken, his hands find my breasts, and like a true predator, he pulls down both cups of my bra. I startle and see my full, taut breasts in the mirror.
“You’re so beautiful, Nora, keep looking at yourself,” he says softly.
Through the mirror, I witness my own arousal as he skillfully massages the flesh of my breasts and then lightly tugs at my nipples, making me teeter on the edge of pain and pleasure. I tilt my head back, close my eyes, and whisper his name in a breath of excitement.
“I expect you to scream my name later, Nora,” he growls in my ear.
I nearly collapse to my knees at the sound of his command. I can’t wait. His hands move from my breasts to my back, and in one smooth motion, he undoes the clasp of my bra, which ends up on the floor along with my blouse.
“Pull up your skirt.”
His instructions are so direct. I hesitate slightly at this command, but ultimately, I do as he asks. I feel his hands searching for the waistband of my underwear and realize at that moment that I made a huge mistake.
“What kind of underwear is this, Nora?” Andreas asks sternly.
I snap out of the blissful dream, suddenly back in reality. With a blush on my cheeks, I reply. “It’s figure-shaping underwear, it just goes a bit higher and…”
“As if you need shaping underwear, I never want to see those things again,” he scoffs.
“Okay,” I squeak.
I should have gone for the lace thong, but a pencil skirt is quite tight, and a woman sometimes has to make choices. Clearly, I made the wrong one. When I was getting ready, I never could have imagined I’d be undressing tonight. As soon as Andreas finds the waistband of my slip, he tears the monstrosity apart and pulls it off.
“Much better like this,” he says, his eyes fixed on my bare behind.
Me, almost naked, just heels and a pulled-up skirt, him fully dressed. It only adds to the quality of the erotic scene in the mirror. My entire body is on high alert. I can’t believe this is really happening and that I’m not just allowing it, but actually wanting it. Never in my life have I been this aroused and full of desperate longing as I am now. With David, it was never like this, which makes the physical reactions I’m experiencing feel entirely new. Even though I don’t have much sexual experience, I don’t feel clumsy at this moment. Andreas’s hands guide me, and my body responds automatically. Meanwhile, he positions himself more beside me than behind me and strokes my buttocks with his right hand. His possessive hand on my soft skin feels amazing. He can do whatever he wants with me, and I silently beg him not to stop now. As if he’s reading my thoughts, his hand moves lower. The next moment, his fingers explore my opening. I moan again, though this time it sounds more like a whimper. He’s barely touched me, and I’m already ready to explode.
“You’re so wet for me, just perfect,” he growls. I didn’t know men narrated what they were doing, or wanted, or felt, but Andreas’s words are almost as arousing as his touches. “Hold onto the bathroom vanity,” he commands, his tone firm.
I do as he asks, lean forward a little, and place my hands on the counter. His free hand moves down my lower abdomen and finds my clit finally. The sensation is divine. I moan again. Without warning, he slips two fingers inside me with his other hand. Andreas completely cages me. With a coordination few could probably manage, he circles my clit while pumping his fingers inside me. It only takes a few repetitions before I’m teetering on the edge. He reads me perfectly, increasing the pressure and speed, and within seconds I’m utterly lost. It’s too much—too good. I make every sound imaginable, crying out as I come with an intensity I didn’t know was possible. Every muscle tightens; my head spins. This is better than anything I've experienced before.
My fingers clutch the counter, but my arms can’t keep my legs from giving out. As the last tremors of my orgasm fade, Andreas holds me steady, making sure I don’t sink to the floor. My head hangs between my arms, and I feel his lips press soft, tender kisses along my back. I feel like I should thank him, or something.
When I can finally stand on my own again, Andreas unzips my skirt and lets it drop to the floor. I step out of it and kick off my heels. Effortlessly, as if I weigh nothing, he scoops me up and carries me to the bedroom. He lays me on the bed and looks at me. There’s an animalistic hunger in his eyes again. I feel exposed under his gaze, naked in a way that has nothing to do with the absence of my clothing.
“Spread your legs.” Another command. I swallow.
“Take your clothes off first, Andreas,” I say, trying to regain some control over the situation. I smile seductively but uncertainly. Thankfully, he listens.
Without hesitation, he unbuttons his shirt and shrugs it off. He’s even more stunning than I imagined. Beneath that designer shirt lies the body of a Greek god. His chest muscles, abs, and biceps wouldn’t look out of place on the Acropolis in Athens or billboards in New York. I bite my lower lip as he unbuckles his belt. The button and zipper of his pants follow. I can’t possibly look away. This erotic film just keeps getting better. I see his erection outlined in his boxers. Andreas hooks his thumbs under the waistband and pulls everything down. His shoes and the pile of clothes fly into a corner of the room. When he stands in front of me again, I admire him in all his glory. How can someone be so perfect? I always thought penises were kind of… unattractive. But his is just as divine as the rest of his body. I want to touch it, taste it, and most of all, have it inside me. For a moment, I wonder if this will work, if I can even take him.
“Open your legs now, Nora.”
I hesitate for a moment but do as he asks. He grabs my ankles and pulls me to the edge of the bed in one swift motion. I let out a yelp. Dropping to his knees, he holds my thighs firmly in place. I immediately sit up in alarm.
“What are you doing?” I ask, slightly panicked.
He grins. “I’m going to lick you and make you come again, if that’s okay with you?”
“You don’t have to, I mean, you could just…” I trail off. He looks at me expectantly but stays silent, giving me time to find the words. “I’ve never done that before, I mean David never did, and before him… Sorry.” My voice fades, and I suddenly feel so inexperienced in the bed of this sex god.
Andreas’s jaw tightens. He rises, leaning over me, and instinctively, I sink back into the mattress. His hands press into the bed on either side of my face as his deep, chestnut-brown eyes bore into mine.
“Apparently, I need to make a few more things clear. That was the last time you mention another man’s name in my bed, and that was the last time you apologize for your innocence. As far as I’m concerned, that asshole just gave me the greatest gift, because I’ll be the first to taste you, and I couldn’t think of anything I want more than that. The point is for you to enjoy it, Nora, but if you say stop, I’ll stop. Understood?”
I nod, unable to form a word, let alone a sentence. His words overwhelm me. I’ve never thought about it like that, he gets to be the first to taste me. I almost wish he had been the first for everything. He cups my cheek with his hand and kisses me, deeply and tenderly. There’s fire in the kiss, but also comfort—something meaningful. His lips reassure me, soothe me. I didn’t know a one-night stand could feel this emotional, this loving. Breaking the kiss, he moves his mouth to my breasts, giving each nipple its due attention, sucking and teasing until I’m squirming beneath him. Then he trails his lips lower, kissing my navel, my hips, the sensitive skin on the inside of my thighs. His hands tighten around my upper legs, and within seconds, I understand why. He licks me, slowly, starting at my entrance and moving to my clit. I cry out, arching my back and clutching the sheets. I try to shift positions, to relieve the overwhelming pressure, but his fingers hold me firmly in place against the mattress.
