Chapter 7 - Mike
She rests her head on my chest, and I slip a hand down to cup her ass. I can feel heat radiating from her and her little murmurs seem like she’s content, but fuzzy. She’s got to be feeling over stimulated and out of it.
“Just rest. You’re all right. Catch your breath, just breathe slowly. All you need to do right now is snuggle up and relax. I’ll keep you safe.”
I always make sure to give aftercare, but I’m not usually this gentle. But in this case, aftercare is very much needed. She’s been through a lot and I’m the only person she has to make sure she’s ok.
“Oh god, that was…”
She doesn’t finish the sentence and instead squeezes me, wrapping herself tightly around me. I stroke her hair and hold her, giving her the time that she needs so she can think clearly.
“We need to get some water inside you,” I say. “You’re going to be dehydrated.”
She nods, but doesn’t move. Her head on my chest makes it look like she’s listening to my heartbeat.
Suddenly, she lifts her head. “I need to use the bathroom.”
Without waiting for me to answer, she hops off the bed and scampers over to a door, pulling it open and revealing a walk-in closet. I’m far too busy looking at her cute ass, so it takes me a minute to realize she opened the wrong door.
“It’s the one next to it.”
She looks back at me, an embarrassed smile on her face, then pulls the other door open and disappears inside.
It’s fair to say that tonight has not gone the way I had planned. I was expecting some domming and rough fucking.
I was not expecting to take someone’s virginity.
It’s all a bit much to take in. I need to think about this, process it. All I know is that I’m glad that I was her first.
The door opens, and just her head pops out. “Got water. Be out in a second.”
She disappears again and I chuckle. Her youthful exuberance is intoxicating. I wonder how old she actually is. Mid twenties, or younger?
There is something about her. At one moment, innocent seeming, then the next full of passion and lust. And there’s something soft and loving about her. It makes my rough dom side roar and my softer side want to hold and protect her.
This is an unfamiliar feeling for me.
She appears again, wrapped in a towel, and runs over to the bed, launching herself onto it and snuggling up to me.
“Thank you,” she says, kissing my neck and then resting her head on my chest.
“You’re very welcome. And thank you for letting me be your first.”
We lay on the bed not saying anything, just enjoying the feeling of each other. It can’t last, but it feels intimate and right.
“I know you probably want to get back to the party,” she says. “But can we cuddle for a bit more? I’m not ready to leave just yet. It’s been overwhelming. In a good way.”
I lean down and kiss the top of her head.
“As long as you need.”
We cuddle together for a bit, and I marvel at how she fits perfectly against me.
She finally sits up and looks at me. “Let’s go back to the party. I want to see what everyone else is doing. And I should probably find Alice to let her know I’m well taken care of.”
I don’t know who Alice is, but if it’s her friend, then we should probably make sure she’s not panicking.
We start getting dressed and end up a giggling mess. She trips while pulling up her shorts and falls into me, knocking us both onto the bed.
“If you wanted round two, you should have just said,” I laugh.
“Mmmm, it’s tempting.” She reaches down and squeezes my cock. “Oh, you’re hard already?”
One thing I’ve always been grateful for is how quickly I recover.
“Always hard, always ready.”
She laughs and drops her head down and kisses the tip.
“Well, you’ll just have to wait. Maybe next time.”
Next time? Now that sounds promising. For a moment, I consider taking her and showing her what freeuse is really about. But she’s had an eventful night already, so I decide to not overwhelm her.
Eventually, we’re both dressed, and I help twist her hair back up into a bun. It was something I used to do for my wife and for a moment, it’s like old times. I noticed it before while we were having sex, but her hair smells gorgeous. Something sweet, like cotton candy? Whatever it is, I like it.
“Ready to go back out?” I ask.
She nods and takes my hand, and I realize she still has the red ribbon on her wrist.
As soon as we step outside, a nude couple runs past us. The party is in full swing now and people are having sex all over the place.
“Oh wow. I thought it was wild earlier, but this…”
I lean in and kiss her neck. “I’m sure they all got worked up after seeing you being a good slut earlier.”
She turns and snorts, putting her hand up to cover her face. It’s so adorable that I want to pull her back into the bedroom and fuck her again. As we walk to the stairs, a guy dressed in a werewolf outfit comes out of a side room and puts his hand on her arm, trying to take her away from me.
“Oh. Oh no, sorry.” She pulls the end of the ribbon and it falls down to the floor, a little red trail of material that means she’s no longer freeuse. “I forgot it was still on,” she says to him.
He nods his head, shrugs, and walks off down the corridor in search of new prey.
She turns, cuddles against me, and bats her eyelashes adorably. “There’s only one guy for me tonight.”
How did I manage to get so lucky as to end up with this intriguing woman?