Chapter 4

*Alejandro*

After being gone for a while, Anna came back looking a little flushed, with her cheeks red and a strange smile. I couldn't help but ask if everything was fine.

“oh, it's nothing,” Anna said, brushing it off.

I didn't try to push it, so we kept talking.

After a while, I realized the bar was beginning to get empty. I looked down at my watch; it was already late.

“Do you wanna go somewhere else?” I asked.

“Yeah, sure,” she answers without hesitation.

We walked out of the bar together, leading her into my already waiting car, and asked my driver to take us back to a particular apartment that I owned.

He gave me a questioning look, knowing fully well that I only go to that apartment when I want to be alone. I gave him a little nod to assure him he didn't hear wrongly, and we were on our way.

It didn't take long before we arrived at my apartment.

I alighted from the car, going round to open the door for Anna, and then we made our way towards the apartment entrance.

She looked up at the building, her face morphed in awe.

The double doors slid open, revealing a grand entryway leading to my sitting room. I ushered her in while I went to get drinks from the fridge in the kitchen.

On returning, she was still standing, looking around, surprised.

She stood just admiring how beautiful the apartment was. From the detailed designs on the walls to the captivating paintings hanging on the walls. The open floor plan with the sitting room overlooking the kitchen area. High-tech gadgets could be spotted in almost every inch. It was indeed a marvel.

“Your apartment is lovely,” she complimented as I handed her the drink.

“Thanks,” I chuckled in response to the look on her face as she looked around.

“Hey, come here.” I patted the floor beside me as I sat on the carpet, resting my back on the couch.

She walked over and sat beside me, adjusting to get comfortable.

She seemed a little nervous. “Are you comfortable?” I asked, a little concerned.

“Yes, I am,” she replied with a small smile, turning to look at me.

“It's okay if you don't feel comfortable and want to leave; I'll drive you home,” I reassured her.

“No, I'm fine. It's just that it's my first time going to the apartment of a man I met barely an hour ago,” she said.

I held her by her chin, turning her face towards me.

“In that case, it's also my first time bringing anyone here. Talk more of a woman I just met. Plus, you're way younger than me.” She laughed at my words, and I couldn't take my eyes off her.

I brought some pillows from the couch and laid them on the ground around her so she would be more comfortable.

We drifted into a comfortable conversation about her life. She said she was not working at the moment. She also talked about her best friend and roommate Alison, how nice she is, and how much help and support she has been to her since she was an orphan. She talked a lot about how much she wanted to become a Graphic Designer. I couldn't help but smile as she went on and on.

To keep the conversation going, even talking about work and my son.

“My son, he's about your age if I remember correctly. You probably know him; I assume you know who I am?” I asked.

She had a weird look of guilt on her face, but it was gone as fast as it came.

“Well, I know you travel the world doing business and are very successful at it. I also know you're among the most handsome and sought-after bachelors,” she said.

I got close to her, close enough for me to see the black rim around her green eyes, her perfectly aligned nose, her beautiful set of teeth, and her flawless-looking face with just enough makeup.

“So, do you also think so?” I asked.

She flushed red at my attempt at flirting.

“I think….” she started.

But before she could finish, I gently stroked my thumb on her lower lip. Her perfectly crafted lips were calling to me, and It took everything in me not to lean in.

“You have no idea how badly I want to kiss you right now,” I whispered barely audibly, but I knew she heard me.

“ Then what's stopping you?” she asked with a seductive look in her eyes and a coy smile.

Without overthinking, I took her lips with mine. Her taste exploded in my mouth as I delved deeper, enveloping her entire mouth and exploring every inch of her.

I gently picked her up by the waist and put her on my lap. Her dress rolled and bunched up her waist, my hands exposing her bare legs and butt covered by merely a thong.

I brushed my hands from her thighs to her butt, squeezing and caressing it all, still kissing her with one hand on her butt and the other fiddling with her breast. She gave away my movements and even assisted my hands in moving.

I started to kiss her down the neck; she let out a soft moan, tilting her head backward and baring her neck to me. This made me want to have her even more. I intensified the kiss, kissing her more fiercely, and she seemed to enjoy it, which gave me a slight feeling of satisfaction.

I suddenly stopped to look at her and asked. I realize I never asked her before I started kissing her.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“Please don't,” she begged with a moan.

I unzip her dress at the side, slowly pulling it off her head.

I couldn't help but stare and use my hands to examine her perfectly proportioned naked body, her well-defined breast, her captivating navel that accentuated her waist perfectly, and her flawless skin; it was like looking at and feeling a work of art.

All I was able to say was, “You're so beautiful, Anna.” she moaned in response, pushing her body onto me.

I nibbled softly on her neck while she helped me with my shirt, revealing the tattoo on my right arm of an eagle with its wings spread out. She caressed the area of the tattoo and said, between her short breaths.

“That's a nice-looking tattoo.”

I lifted my eyes to her while I fiddled with her breast. With my eyes still locked with hers, I took my lips to her left nipple, massaging the other nipple with my hand. Then she moaned out loud.

“Oh my God.”

I then put her on her back and kissed her from her neck down to her stomach. She curved, following the path of my lips.

On getting down, I noticed she was very wet.

“Fuck you're so wet,” I said while taking off her thong.

I continued on my path from her stomach down to her entrance. I fluttered my tongue around her center while savoring her wetness.

She let out a loud moan as I delved deeper.

I lingered at her entrance, slowly licking her pussy; she tightened her grip on my hair, grinding herself against my face.

Amidst her light squirms, she let out a loud moan, begging

“Please, Alejandro, don't stop.”

She wiggled, trying to rub harder against my tongue movements, but I gripped her thighs, holding her legs in place.

I halted my movements to take off my belt and trousers, standing naked in front of her. I could see her eyes widening as she took a good look at my body.

I bent over her again, kissing her neck as she moaned into my ears.

“It's my first time, so take it easy on me,” she exclaimed.

I froze for a while, looking into her eyes to see if she was serious.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Yes, I want you to be my first,” she replied, staring into my eyes with vulnerability.

“In that case, I'll make it memorable,” I promised.

I continued kissing her while massaging her clitoris, my fingers deep in her pussy.

I parted her legs and positioned my cock at her entrance. I entered her slowly, holding back so I could be gentle until I was entirely inside of her.

She let out a painful moan; I stopped peering down at her to check if she was okay.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, don't stop; that feels too good.”

She wrapped her legs around me, urging me to go faster by trying to move her hips, but I held down her thighs.

“Faster, please, don't hold back,” Anna whined.

“Are you sure about that? I don't want to hurt you.”

“Yes! Please!” She begged, wrapping her legs around my torso.

I was no longer holding back and thrust faster in and out of her.

She let out another painful moan, but it slowly changed into her calling out my name in pleasure. It was so intense she scratched my back with her nails.

Her breath quickened, and I knew she was close; I moved faster, her moans getting louder, echoing through the apartment walls.

She came apart, milking my cock with her violent orgasm.

A few seconds after she came on my cock, I was also close, so I quickly took my cock out of her cumming all over her stomach.

I rolled off her, lying down, still looking at her.

“Are you okay?” I asked, breathing heavily.

“Yes, I'm fine.” She said in response, her eyes closed, facing the ceiling.

I took her hands, peppering small kisses on her face and neck... Then I wiped her stomach with some napkins from the table beside me. We stood there naked for a while in silence, with her bare chest on me as she lay in my arms.

I asked her, “Is this how you imagined your first time?”

“No, this is much better; I never thought it'd be like this. I'm never going to forget this,” she whispered.

I smiled at her words, still admiring her face, hoping she would spend more time here.

Then her phone suddenly buzzed in her bag on the couch.

She stood and picked up the phone to check it. I noticed a sudden change in the expression on her face.

“Is everything alright?” I asked, sitting up and facing her.

“Yes, everything's fine. It's just Alison, remember my roommate, she just broke up with her boyfriend so I have to go and be with her right now. I'm so sorry.” She said while putting on her dress, frantically searching for her thongs on the floor.

“I'll take you home,” I said, standing up to get dressed.

“No, that's fine; I can take a taxi.” She replied; she had given up finding the thongs and had already walked towards the door.

“No, I'll take you, I insist.” I didn't want her to be left alone in a taxi at this time of the night, especially after what we had just done.

She held my hand and said.

“Thanks for offering, but no, it's fine. I just ordered an Uber”.

She placed a chaste kiss on my cheek, grabbing her purse almost at the door, but I stopped her, holding her by the waist.

“ When can I see you again,” I asked at the last minute.

She turned, successfully getting away from my hold. She walked to the table near the couch, picked up the piece of paper and a pen from her purse, and wrote her phone number on it.

“ That's my number there.” She slipped the paper into my hands, giving me another kiss on my cheek.

“Call me,” she whispered seductively in my ear.

As I watched her retreating and walking through the door, the time we shared kept playing in my head. I need to see her again.