Chapter 3
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I don’t know what happened. We were just drinking and having fun but now, we’re already about to check into a suite in a nearby hotel.
Clifford was holding my hand while he gave the receptionist his credit card. It was not long until the staff gave us the key card and instructed us to go to the thirty-second floor. Room 3209.
We wasted no time and immediately walked to the lift which was fortunately empty at that time.
Clifford looked at me with eyes blazing with desire. He trapped me in between his arms and the cold wall of the elevator. He leaned closer and smirked.
My insides are going wild. He hasn’t kissed me yet. He hasn’t touched me sensually but his eyes are making me lose my mind in every way possible. It wasn’t something that I have felt with anyone else. And it is our first meeting after a long for Christ’s sake!
I am being an easy lay. Definitely an easy one but I don’t really care about it right now.
I know for myself that if this was someone else, I wouldn’t have agreed to him easily. It takes more than a drink…more than an unexpected meeting for me to agree to check in with someone in a hotel.
This isn’t even a five-star hotel. It was a random one.
But then again, Clifford is not really a rich businessman. He’s a soldier and he only earns enough for himself. I shouldn’t expect diamonds and designer bags from this one. He’s average. Mom wouldn’t like him for sure.
Wait. Why am I already thinking about what my mother would think of him? He’s kind of different from all the other men I have met but I don’t know if he’s someone I have been looking for. But he’s definitely my type. Even though I never had a type before.
“If I am moving too fast, you can still run away from me,” he whispered with his lips inches from mine.
I swallowed hard as his minty breath mixed with the scent of the beer brushed against my cheek. To be honest, I don’t know if I should run because in the first place, I don’t know why I came with him. I just felt like obliging to what he wants.
Maybe he got me through his unparalleled s*x appeal. Maybe. I’d like to think of it as that.
He leaned closer and was about to kiss me when the door opened. We’re already in the thirty-second floor. He looked at the door and then back at me. “Last chance, Julia,” he told me.
I pursed my lips and shook my head. “I’m not leaving,” I said in a voice convincing enough to make him pull me to the suite in a hurry.
Clifford is not flashy. Well, he’s not rich to begin with. He’s simple. And maybe that’s something that drew me to him. I hate being poor but I hate guys who thinks they own the world because of their riches.
Clifford opened the door and immediately locked it when we got inside. He tucked the keycard on the power source and the whole room lit up. He looked at me with a serious face. “Are you really not running away?” he asked me.
I shook my head. “I’m not,” I replied and he immediately pushed me until my back is fixed on the wall.
Towering over me, he licked his lower lip as he stared at my face. I hope I looked okay.
“I’ll take care of you,” he told me before crashing his lips against mine.
I shut my eyes the moment I felt his soft lips on mine. He kissed me softly like he’s trying so hard not to break me. His hands are on my cheeks, cupping and touching me softly like a fragile glass.
I gripped onto his shirt tightly. I have been kissed by men but not like this. No one has ever kissed me like they are so afraid of me breaking apart. And for some reason, there’s an overwhelming swelling feeling in my chest.
He broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against mine. “Your lips are taking all my sanity away from me,” he whispered.
I felt my blood rushing to my cheeks as I heard him say that. No one has ever said that to me after kissing me. All they were talking about is how good I am in kissing. Never about what my kiss has actually done to them.
He brushed his thumb against my lips softly. “But it’s alright. I can deal with insanity as long as I keep kissing you,” he uttered as he leaned closer again and kissed me once more.
Only this time, it was deeper. His lips were moving against mine like he’s memorizing every single corner of my mouth. His tongue glided inside my mouth like he was trying to taste all of me.
I moaned against his mouth as my hands went to his rock-hard chest. His body is not buff but touching his chest makes me know the difference between a man religiously going to the gym and a man that built his body with military training.
His other hand went down to the side of my waist, snaking around it while pulling me closer to his body. He is tall and he had to crouch down to kiss me.
“Hmm,” I moaned once more as his kisses went to my jaw and down to my neck. He sucked on a soft spot before cupping my breast.
The fabric separating his palm and my bare mound feels so offending. I wanted to remove it in an instant. But I didn’t have to voice that out because the next thing I know, Clifford was already removing my dress. He unzipped it from behind and pulled it down without a word, leaving me only with my lingerie.
Clifford didn’t say a word. He kissed me hard while his hand was unclasping my brassier. He immediately cupped my breast, brushing his thumb against my erected n****e.
I was moaning hard when he went down and engulfed one n****e into his mouth. I watched him as he started sucking me like he’s overly thirsty. The image of him doing that ignited something in me—something I have never felt before.
Is that what s*x is all about? Maybe I’m horny. Maybe it’s all about the hormones.
But I cannot deny how good this feels. He does it like he’s trying to ace something. He’s doing his hardest down there and I want to make it known how good he is making me feel.
His hand travelled down my stomach and down to the waistband of my underwear. He inserted his hand and immediately sent me arching my back because of the sensation he is sending me.
He rubbed his fingers against my clit and a new wave of unknown but surging emotions got into me. My whole body shivered at the way he moved his fingers against my aching core.
“Clifford,” I called out and he looked at me with a victorious smirk. Sexy. “Kiss me,” I ordered him and he gladly obliged.
He kissed like he has no care in the world. He kissed me like he was giving me his all and I could not ask for more. He was kissing me like I would be gone soon. It’s making me delirious.
I heard my panties ripping crunchily and the next thing I know, he was raising my right leg, hooking his arm behind my knees.
He pushed himself towards me. My eyes widened when I felt his hard length against my stretched core. Damn it! I hate that he still has pants on.
He was moving against me, rubbing his crotch on mine while kissing me torridly like he has no intention to make me breathe. He groaned against my lips as his movements went faster.
He growled and broke away from the kiss. He stood back and removed his shirt in an instant, revealing his muscular body. His chest was firm and his abs look rock-hard and well-defined. It’s as if he is a sculpture.
He unbuckled his belt and brought his pants down with his boxers, freeing his proud glory.
I gulped hard when I first saw it because he’s huge. I have not seen one but I know a big one when I see one. I touched it and I heard Clifford groan. I tried to hold it whole but his diameter is larger than my hand. How would this fit me?
“Baby, stop it,” he told me in a strained voice. He cupped my face and made me face him before leaning in for another kiss. But this time, it’s even wilder.
The fact that I could feel his skin against mine gets me excited in a whole lot of level. He was making me feel like I am about to enter a whole new world—somewhere I have never been before.
He carried me and made me straddle him as he walked me to the bed. He laid me carefully before parting my legs and positioning himself in my center.
I stared at his face and saw his marvelous jaw clenching with his brows furrowed as I felt him rub him length against my throbbing mound.
I moaned out loud and arched my back a little as his movements stimulated a lot of butterflies in my stomach. I felt a different kind of fulfillment as his shaft rubbed against my clit.
“Clifford,” I groaned as I started feeling something exploding inside me. I shuddered and felt my muscles relaxing.
Clifford uttered a curse as I felt the tip of his member on my entrance. He inched in slowly until I felt pain slicing through me.
“s**t,” I cursed as I winced in pain. My eyes started to water as I felt him inside me.
“Damn it! Are you a virgin?” he asked in a serious tone.
I bit my lip to stop the sobs from coming out. I have never imagined that having s*x the first time will be this painful.
Clifford caressed my face. “I’m sorry,” he whispered before kissing me on the cheek. Will he get mad at me for being a virgin? Is he disappointed that he never knew I was a virgin?
“I’ll take care of you.”
I opened my eyes and saw his dark brown eyes looking back at me with a stare full of emotions. There was no anger in his glance and for a moment, it all felt okay.
“I’ll take the pain away. I promise,” he told me as he stopped inching in. “Just don’t move.” He leaned down and kissed my lips hungrily and caringly at the same time.
His hand reached for my breast and kneaded it, pinching my pebbled tip from time to time. He was ding everything it takes to divert my pain to other emotions. And he was successful.
I felt him starting to move in and out of me slowly and carefully. His eyes are zeroed on me as I felt pleasure taking over my system once more. The pain is gone. And I wish nothing now but for him to take me higher than I have ever been with his touch.
Clifford bit his lower lip as he thrusted faster. He was sweating as hard as I am as he pushed harder and faster. With every movement, he is hitting my sensitive spot, sending me loads of foreign sensations.
I moaned his name out loud as he continued thrusting harder. The bed was moving and I can hear it creaking as the headboard kept on slamming against the wall.
“Oh, my god!” I gasped when I am feeling almost there. I feel like I am almost reaching whatever it is that I am about to reach.
Clifford’s movement got even faster and stronger as I felt near. I heard him groaning until he stopped, filled me to the brim and let out a feral growl. I felt myself coming with him as I convulsed underneath him.
He panted hard before looking at me with planting a kiss on my forehead. “Best s*x ever,” he whispered and from his tone, I already know that this is only a one-time thing.
There’s no next time.
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