Amelia
"What?" I ask, shocked.
I seriously thought I would have to convince him to take my virginity. I was prepared to do all sorts of groveling to get him to agree, but he has, so easily, so I don't know what to do next.
"You want me to take your virginity, right?" He asks so casually.
"Yes," I answer.
"Then I will do it." He says matter-of-factly.
"OK."
Martin lifts me and urges me to wrap my legs around him, but he doesn't have to because the action is so reflexive. It feels so natural.
Our tongues intertwine as he walks with me hanging onto him down a hallway with three different doors. He opens the last one on the right, enters, and closes it with his foot.
Removing my lips from his, I take the chance to appreciate his space. The room is neatly and simply decorated, albeit
