Artur quickened pace, ramming into me with relentless strokes. The bed creaked beneath us, the headboard slamming noisily into the wall. If there was someone in the next room, I was certain they’d hear us. But I couldn’t care less right now.
I spread out my legs, basking in the euphoria of his long dick. I could feel him deep inside my stomach. Fuck.
He got up and positioned himself on his knees with his ass on his heels. He held my legs apart and pulled me closer before holding my waist. Artur stared into my eyes as he resumed hitting me hard and fast.
My breasts were bouncing up and down, my fingers tugging against the sheets. I moaned, calling out his name as I arched my back in response to his thrusts.
He kept going. Harder. Faster.
His groin slapped against my ass, the sound echoing off the walls. He raised my waist a bit higher, then continued driving into me with relentless strokes. This time, his cock began hitting my G-spot.
“Fuck, right there—right there!” I screamed.
He held my waist, his hands guiding my every move while driving into me. Each thrust was harder than the last, and soon, I drew closer to the edge.
He did too.
Even though it was my first time, I knew that that deep groan was a signal for his arrival. I held his gaze, refusing to look away as his face contorted in pleasure.
“Fuck!” he groaned intensely, muscles contracting.
Then came the release, warm and sticky.
Artur filled me up with his essence, a bead of sweat trickling down his forehead. Exhausted, he collapsed on the bed beside me, gasping for air.
I lay there in silence, struggling to catch my breath after letting out a satisfactory sigh. It felt like I’d been set on fire, and at the same time, I felt hollowed out.
When I caught him looking at me with that soft expression on his face, my heart melted within me. In the deafening silence that followed, I couldn’t help wondering whether I felt safe or ruined.
One thing was certain, though: We’d crossed a line, and there was no going back now.
Chapter 14 – Artur
It happened.
We’d had sex.
I still hadn’t been able to get over the incident and the sounds of her moans. It wasn’t my intention to claim her innocence this early. However, that cold night, despite all my attempts to stay in my lane, I simply couldn’t.
I had tried so hard to get her out of my mind, and when I kept failing over and over again, I decided to go see her. In my mind, I wasn’t expecting something crazy to happen because I thought her presence alone was enough to put me out of my misery.
Wrong.
The good thing was that she was already fantasizing about me when I arrived. And the fact that she whispered my name without knowing I was standing behind her gave me so much hope.
At least, I knew then that I wasn’t the only one finding it difficult to focus.
In my 39 years on this planet, I’d met and been with different women. However, none of them made me feel the emotions Celine awakened within me.
Sex with her was different.
I couldn’t explain how. But there was something about the way our bodies collided that thawed something frozen inside me. I felt alive in ways I didn’t expect, connected to her on levels that seemed beyond the physical.
When we kissed, the feeling was sensual, electric, and smooth. Her body responded to my touch like it had been waiting a long time for me.
For a woman who claimed to hate my guts, she surrendered completely to me. She held back at first, probablyunsure of what to say or do since she hadn’t done it before. But as time went on, she began easing into it, her muscles relaxing at my touch.
The sound of her moans still echoed in the back of my mind, a constant reminder of what a great time we’d had.