Chapter 3

• I watch as Gavin takes off his jacket and tosses it onto the nearby chair. He untucks his white shirt from his pants and lets his arms hang loosely.
• "Are you just going to watch?" he asks. "Or will you help me take it off?"
• All my nervousness and initial anger over him fixating on my name dissipate. Now I'm feeling seduced by this intriguing man.
• His lips are rosy, and I have a strong desire to bite them. His brown hair is styled in a trendy and youthful cut. I can already feel a tingling sensation on my neck as his beard brushes against it. His gaze on me while he unbuttons his white shirt is full of pure desire. He wants me. And I want him desperately.
• I kick off my shoes, automatically becoming shorter. I step closer and place my hands over his. Our eyes are locked on each other, and they don't waver for anything. As the buttons are undone, I run my hands over his body from bottom to top. I push his shirt off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.
• Gavin raises his hand, and I close my eyes. I feel the bun loosen, and soon my hair is loose. I turn around and pull my hair to the side. My sudden desire to have that beard on my neck is promptly fulfilled as he brushes his lips there.
• I had never been aroused before. Every man I brought to my room was purely for professional purposes, where I only cared about helping them find release and leave me alone. But him... my God! Just with those kisses on my neck, I can already feel my arousal building, begging for everything to escalate.
• The strings of my corset are slowly pulled. With each string, he places a kiss on the bare skin of my neck. The corset quickly becomes loose, and Gavin lets it drop. His hands touch my waist, and he turns me around slowly.
• "May I kiss you?" he asks again, his gaze fixed on mine.
• Most of them didn't kiss. Some considered it a betrayal because they were married, believing kissing to be too sentimental.
• I rise on my tiptoes, pressing my lips against his. He eagerly sucks on my lower lip and soon his tongue invades my mouth. As our tongues meet and engage in a passionate battle, I move my hands to the button of his dress pants. I undo it and grip both sides, pulling them down as far as I can.
• I bite his lip when he attempts to stop the kiss.
• "You kiss well," he says.
• I don't respond.
• I run my fingers along the waistband of his underwear, but he holds my arms.
• "No," he says. "Lie down on the bed."
• I do as he says.
• I lie down and keep my legs closed. I watch as he removes his pants completely, followed by his black underwear.
• In my line of work, I've seen many penises of various sizes and thicknesses. But Gavin's had the perfect shape and size that made my mouth water. I was eager to pleasure him orally.
• He approaches the bed and runs his hands along my legs. Gavin slowly takes off the two stockings I was wearing. Then he grabs the hem of my skirt along with my panties, wanting to remove both. I raise my hips to allow him to do as he wishes.
• Having his hands touch me was an encouragement for my arousal. If just looking at him got me excited, his touch intensified it even more.
• When we are completely naked, Gavin stands at the foot of the bed, watching me. I think we must have spent about five minutes like that, with him observing me. His erection growing. My desire burning.
• Gavin finally moves and walks over to the small table next to the bed. He opens the drawer and takes out a box of condoms.
• Is he planning to use all of them tonight?
• The thought only drives me crazier. My God, what is happening to me?
• He places the box on the table and closes the drawer. Gavin turns to me and extends his hand. I sit on the bed and take it, quickly standing up.
• "When I have a difficult night, I like to go out to distract myself," he says. "Tonight, I intended to just drink and watch some girls dance. But you... when I saw you on that stage, I felt like I had to be with you."
• Those words were boosting my ego.
• He tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear.
• "I'm going to lie down on this bed, and you're going to straddle me. Fully."
• Yes! I will! You can be sure of it.
• "I want to be inside you. I want you riding me."
• Holy shit.
• Since I didn't say anything, Gavin lies down. His penis is erect, juicy, and waiting for me.
• He takes a condom and opens it. I watch him put it on and I moisten my lips.
• When your wonderful friend is covered, I climb on the bed. I stand with my legs spread over him. Gavin looks at me. I duck a little and hold her limb. He closes his eyes. I get closer, and I feel his penis at the entrance to my vagina. I close my eyes when I have everything inside me. I let out a little groan and spread my hands on her breasts. Gavin opens his eyes and his hands touch my thighs. I start to move. I go up and down very slowly, making Gavin release low groans.
• “Accelerate.” Sort.
• He grabs my breasts, squeezing my nipples. I throw my head back and increase the speed. I practically jumped on him. I love that position. I love the remote. I love being on top and squealing from someone.
• But I would love even more to be like this with this man.
• What a hot man!
• Sometimes he would move his hip to help with movement. He would get irritated when I moved slowly. When I notice that he is close to orgasm, I move wildly. He sits and grabs my back. Gavin makes a quick move and lays me down on the bed. He holds my arms on either side of my face and thrusts it into me with brutal force.
• I was sure, that my eyes had turned. The pleasure was too much. The violence of his advances, made my body boil. I was feeling an electric current running through my body. Gavin glues our lips together and for one last time, he sticks it into me hard.
• I have my first orgasm with the first man I desired in my life.
• Gavin releases the weight of his body and pants against my neck.
• "Fuck," he says.
• "Yeah," I reply.
• He pulls out of me and gets up. I watch him remove the condom and throw it in the trash.
• I thought he would grab his clothes, quickly get dressed, and leave. But he didn't. He motions with his hand for me to move closer to the edge.
• As I do, he lies down beside me and pulls me close. I place my legs between his and rest my head on his chest.
• "Why?" I ask.
• "I don't know," he responds.
• I was exhausted. Tired from that amazing sex. I closed my eyes and smiled.
• I don't usually feel dirty or have the urge to cry after having sex with a stranger. I've learned to live with it. But tonight, I was finally going to sleep happy after a night of sex.
• And what sex it was!