I was still trembling when I woke up. A breeze cooled the sweat that stuck my back to the bedsheets. My eyes flickered open, scanning around the room. I was confused at first, then the memories came trickling back in.
I was in Rose's apartment. Her bedroom, specifically. And last night...last night...
My skin shivered at the memory. The feeling of her on top of me, the perfect swerve of her hips, she was so wet...
All the blood rushed downward. My hand unconsciously began to twitch down between my thighs, and that's when I noticed the arm locked around my chest.
Rose nuzzled her forehead between my shoulders blades. Her arm spooned me from behind, holding me to her chest, claiming me. Then I felt her shift behind me. She sat up and slipped out of the bed. I closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep. I could feel the blood rushing to my face. What do I say to her after last night?
My eye peeped open. She was standing in front of the mirror, examining her beautiful nude form. She grabbed a bra and panties out of her drawers and slipped into them. I watched the way the silk smoothed across her ivory skin. I gazed at her in a state of awe and arousal, wanting to reach out and massage her skin.
She pulled a black dress out of her closet. It was modest, business-like. She stepped into it before slipping on some pantyhose and a pair of heels. Just then, her head snapped over her shoulder, catching my eyes.
"Good, you're awake" she said.
I shook my head. "I'm sorry, mistress, for staring---"
"Don't be shy to look, Thomas. Every woman is a goddess whose body demands to be admired and worshipped." She turned back to face the mirror. "Zip up the back of my dress, will you?"
"Yes, mistress"
Like autopilot, I scurried out of the bed, still completely nude, and took her zipper in my hands. I sighed at the sight of her marble back as I slowly lifted the zipper.
"How do you feel now?" she asked.
I glanced up at her in the mirror. "Pardon me, mistress?"
"How do you feel? Now that you've been ravished for the first time."
"I guess I do feel a bit different. Not a massive accomplishment like so many guys make it out to be. But nice, defiantly. You were amazing, mistress."
I blushed after those last words. Rose turned around and wrapped her arms around my neck. Her lips pressed into mine. So soft, so cold, so inviting. I melted into her, placing my arms on her hips and running them along her waist. Her tongue teased at mine. I got hungrier. I gravitated into her.
She suddenly pulled away and looked me straight in the eye.
"How badly do you want me, Thomas Luxembourg?"
"More than I've ever wanted any woman before."
"How did you feel last night?"
"I was in heaven with the goddess who ruled over it."
"How would you like every night to be like that?"
Internally, I was salivating like a dog. I was begging for her with not an ounce of shame in my mind.
"Yes, mistress" I said, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her close. "Yes, mistress, please. I want you so bad."
She chuckled that girlish chuckle. She turned on her heels and walked towards the doorway. She stopped, then glanced over her shoulder at me.
"Get dressed" she said. "Then meet me in the hallway. I think it's time I showed you something special."