Chapter 5 Alessa Sullivan

• My hands move to his shoulders, trying to brace myself for his new entry. I keep my eyes locked on his; his finger touches my clitoris again as I feel his lips on my neck, giving little bites along my jaw until reaching my mouth.
• I surrender, and we start a kiss filled with desire and lust, unlike any few kisses I had experienced before.
• It was something else...
• It was very intense...
• And it was definitely a kiss from someone who knew exactly what they were doing. His erection approaches my entrance. His thighs pin mine to prevent them from closing.
• "I'll go slow..." I close my eyes and tilt my head to the side.
• I feel him guiding his penis at my entry, and I'm mistaken to think it wouldn't hurt anymore. I hold my breath as he slides through my freshly torn flesh.
• "It hurts," I whimper.
• His lips return to mine while his fingers play with the throbbing nerve, and I hear his moans of pleasure. I knew the last thing he wanted at that moment was for me to ask him to stop entering.
• Even though it was painful, my body began to adapt to his size inside me, and the pain was becoming bearable.
• "Open your eyes!" he asks gently. "It should have happened like this."
• I nod and my lips part, drawing in a breath, while I let myself be taken to a bright place filled with all the pleasure I was feeling.
• His entry, though slow, was enjoyable. I settle better on the bed and hold onto his shoulders, rolling my hips to feel more friction and unsure of what to do next.
• "Do you want it faster?" I nod, inhale deeply, and let him move as he thinks best.
• A mix of sensations was leaving me confused; I knew he couldn't be a man to fall in love with—we would have this one moment, and then I would return to my life as a student.
• I loved seeing him making an effort to make me feel good at that moment, even though I could still see in his eyes the confusion of feelings he must have been experiencing.
• A new orgasm was starting to build; I wrapped my legs around his waist and let him do his best. I relaxed as I approached the edge of the cliff, and suddenly, he was out of me, removing the condom and masturbating in front of me.
• His sperm splattered across my belly and groin. I was so out of breath and tired from what I had just experienced that I didn't mind the mess.
• My smile was much wider than when I had run away from him in the library. I move away from the bed and let him lie down beside me, considering he must be exhausted too. Feeling unsure about what to say or do next, I simply get up from the bed and walk towards the bathroom, which has its door open.
• "Hey, wait." I don't stop, but simply enter the bathroom.
• I turned on the shower and let the cold water soothe the tense muscles in my back and, most importantly, my intimacy, which was now on fire.
• Before I could even step into the shower, the hands that until recently had been venerating each of my curves were on my abdomen, pulling me against his body.
• "What's wrong?" His question is something I don't know how to answer. "Did I do something wrong?"
• I wriggle out of his grasp and turn to face him.
• "You were wonderful, even when I had no idea who you were and were a virgin," I say, looking into his eyes.
• "But I can't let my desire to have something like that again make you just an option!" I say as best as I can.
• "Hold on, I have the same intention," he replies, his eyebrows furrowed. "But I want to make amends for what I did."
• He insists on the same conversation, which makes me shake my head.
• "Mr. Mattia, I'm your daughter's best friend. How do you think our next meeting will go?" I ask directly.
• His full lips form a straight line, and I can see his mind trying to solve the equation I just laid in his lap.
• "That's what I thought. I'm going to take a shower and would appreciate it if you could call a taxi for me," I say as I turn away to take my shower.
• Even though he was there behind me, trying to be kind, we remained silent. My shower was quick, and soon after, I went to get dressed. I urgently needed to stop by a pharmacy to buy something for the discomfort I was feeling between my legs.
• I pick up my dress from the floor, and when I look at the quilt, I see it's still a bit stained. I sit on the edge of the bed to put on my shoes and decide to wait for him in the living room.
• I walk slowly through the space and go to the door leading to the balcony. The view is beautiful, showing a large part of Washington. I walk to the railing—we are many meters above ground. Since I was occupied being kissed by my friend's father, I hadn't noticed which floor we had stopped on.
• The scent of his cologne reached me long before I could hear him approaching. I wait until he stops beside me.
• "The choice is yours to tell Giulia what happened here," he says, and I simply nod.
• "I won't say anything, and I would like you to do the same. I believe we won't be seeing each other again," I state confidently.
• "I'll call a taxi for you." Our eyes meet again.
• I could tell that just as I was affected by his presence, he felt the same. I turn towards him and gaze at the muscles on his chest, then raise my hand and touch them gently. He closes his eyes, and I don't know what I was thinking when I rise on my tiptoes and kiss his lips.
• His arms wrap around my waist and hold me against his body while I feel that kiss as a farewell. I pull away when I start to run out of breath, inhale his scent one last time, and feel the tender kiss he leaves on my forehead.
• "Thank you for giving me something as valuable as you did, and forgive me for being the way I was," I smile at the memory.
• "You made up for it very well!" I looked into his eyes and saw something there.
• But I won't bother to create an illusion.
• After all, it would be a forbidden romance either way. My friendship with Giulia is much more important than having an affair with an older man.
• "I'm leaving," I say as I pull away, and his hands release me reluctantly.
• "Can you pay..." He looks around.
• "Don't worry about it. Until we meet again, Mr. De Luca, it was a pleasure to meet you," I say, bidding farewell to this irresistibly hot Italian.
• I feel him walking behind me, muttering something in Italian that I barely understand. He steps beside me to open the door, and his clear, pleading look asks me to stay.
• "Goodbye..."
• I leave his house without looking back, and fortunately, the elevator is already descending and opens its doors as soon as I press the button. As I walked away, I realized this was my greatest adventure yet, and now I must come up with some excuse for my friend.