Unforeseen desires : an unexpected encount

An Unforgettable Night

Pov Savannah':

On those words, my handsome Apollo swoops down on me, capturing my lips with his. There's not a hint of gentleness in this kiss; it's wild. I don't know how he does it, but within seconds, I find myself lying on the couch, his body above mine. His hand has left my intimacy and now rests on my hip, the other in my neck, applying slight pressure to keep me close to him.

However, after a moment, during which I completely stopped breathing, he pulls away and sits up with an indescribable expression on his face.

"I'll be right back, make yourself at home," he says abruptly, disappearing suddenly behind the double door, which he takes care to close behind him. I sit up too, still stunned, and gulp down my glass of champagne that was left untouched on the table. I also remove my high heels, which have been causing me too much pain.

Darren returns a few minutes later, his shirt a little more open than before, a few drops of water trickling down his neck and disappearing under his shirt.

"Sorry about that, Ava," he says. I don't even have time to correct him on my name before he sits back down as if nothing happened between us and continues.

"You were saying your friends call you Ana. Do you have a boyfriend, a husband, or a significant other?" he asks, pouring me another glass.

It's a bit late to be asking that now, my dear Darren. Of course, I don't say that and just shake my head silently. I'm still puzzled by the way he stopped his actions and then disappeared.

"Well, I don't want to be chased down because I gave you the best f**k of your life," he asserts.

That's not the impression I had, I retort before thinking.

"I don't usually kiss my partners," he replies matter-of-factly.

"Why is that?" I wonder.

I'm flattered that he did, even if it's strange. Why would he dive in like that if he doesn't usually do it? He shrugs casually without further explanation.

"I can deal with that," I hear myself say.

I rarely kissed Louis, except when he demanded it – he claimed he didn't like kisses and that they didn't matter – so I can certainly spend an evening without kissing Darren, even though it frustrates me more than it should. He seems surprised, but there's a small smirk on his lips. I need to stop thinking about it, or I'll pounce on him like a hungry animal. That would definitely scare him off.

I reduce the distance between us timidly. I used to be very confident with men, and although I've been playful with this stranger all evening, I'm nervous about taking it further. I'm afraid I won't know what to do and will look like a fool. Of course, I keep all my fears to myself and play the confident girl.

With a wide arm movement, he places me on his lap, my legs on either side of his, our torsos touching with every breath, and our eyes never leave each other. My skirt rides up in the process, revealing the lace of my stockings. His large hands are on my hips, while mine are on his chest.

He pulls me closer, pressing my pelvis against his, meeting his swollen member that strains against his pants. He moves toward the doors that open into a large bedroom with a huge bed in the center.

Darren gently lays me down on the mattress and then stands up, his eyes scanning me intently as he bites his lip several times. My Adonis removes his shirt, allowing me to admire his sculpted, smooth torso, except for the dark hairline that starts at his navel and disappears under his pants.

"You're starting again, Ava," he says.

"I should find a way to make sure you don't start again," he teases.

He leans on his forearm and slides one of my legs over his hip, placing his hand under my thigh and then slowly sliding it up to my buttock. He presses it in his palm, moving back to kiss my neck. His lips descend slowly and cautiously on my shoulders and neckline. My skin is sucked in places, and I can already imagine the bruised marks that will be present tomorrow and that I will have to hide if I don't want anyone to notice.

My hands explore his body without going below his belt; I make sure to avoid his sensitive tattoo. He begins to pull up my top to gain access to my body, but I freeze completely. A few bad memories – ones I'd like to forget – dance in front of my closed eyelids. This is absolutely not the time to think about them.

"Everything okay?" Darren asks, concerned.

I push those dark thoughts from my mind and refocus on the man above me.

"It's just that it's been a long time since I... I admit shamefully," I say.

He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear and locks his blue eyes with mine.

"Let yourself be guided, Ava, and if it doesn't feel right, just say the word, and I'll stop," he says.

I nod and let him continue when he removes the satin covering my chest. His eyes light up when they land on the black lace that hides my breasts. The lingerie reveals my pink n*****s and a piercing on the left one. He closes his lips around it over the fabric, pulling it slightly, and my back arches as a moan escapes me. He expected that reaction and seems to enjoy it as he smiles, my n****e still in his mouth.

He then pulls my skirt down to my knees with one hand. I kick it off the rest of the way. Darren stands up, undoes his belt buckle and the buttons holding up his pants on his hips, and lets them slide down his long, muscular legs. A tight black boxer brief conceals his erect p***s.

"Beautiful. I hope I'm the only one who's seen you wear this wonder, Ava," he says.

I nod with a smile, and I can see desire in his eyes, which I think is as strong as mine.

Darren observes me attentively, as if he's engraving the image in his mind. Yet I can't be the first, let alone the last, of his conquests, and I'm nothing exceptional. It's true that I have a flat stomach, but I lack ample breasts and round buttocks. Moreover, I still have marks on my hips and thighs. He must have slept with plenty of women better than me, better-proportioned, with perfect bodies, and his future partners will probably be better too. I wish I could leave such a mark on his soul that he'd find it impossible to forget me and move on to another woman without thinking of me, but I don't have that power. Tomorrow, I'll return to my receptionist job, and I'll probably find Noah at the end of the day, while he will likely be in the arms of another.

His body returns to mine, and he frees my breasts from their lacy cage. His lips alternate between one breast and the other, licking, kissing, and skillfully nibbling. One of his hands moves to my back to unhook my bra, while the other slowly caresses my belly and slips into the lace of my panties. His kisses also trail down to my belly and hips. He kisses the whitish stretch marks present, but when he moves to do the same on the other side, I stop him with a gesture and close my eyes. For a moment, I'm transported to another time with another man.

"You should do something about these marks; they're really horrible," a voice says, and lips press against them.

"I find it very sexy," Darren reassures me.

I'm sure he doesn't mean a word of it, but I don't comment. He continues to explore my body with his lips, stopping at the elastic of my thong. He slowly removes it, planting kisses on my vulva. He chooses to leave my stockings and garter belt on.

"This is sexy too," he says, running his finger over the thin strip of hair on my intimate area.

Darren then slides his finger into the folds of my slit, and a deep sigh of excitement escapes me. My back arches when he circles my c******s and applies some pressure. Every nerve ending in my body is on high alert, and the slightest touch ignites warmth and pleasure within me. His lips close around my left n****e again, while his index finger slowly and surely penetrates my v****a. He makes slow and precise movements and even adds his middle finger. The sensations he's giving me are exquisite, both on my chest and between my legs.

He withdraws from my v****a and sensually brings his fingers to his mouth, licking and sucking them while keeping his eyes fixed on me as I swallow hard, feeling slightly overwhelmed by his performance.

"You taste delicious, Ava," Darren says.

Without wasting any more time, Darren places himself between my legs, positioning his p***s at my entrance without penetrating me. He lubricates the condom with my wetness and then slowly inserts it so I can adjust to his size. Once fully inside, he remains still, his member filling every inch, and I'm certain there isn't a millimeter of empty space.

"You're so tight, Ava," he says.

I'm really starting to enjoy this variation of my nickname. I can't tell if he appreciates it or, on the contrary, if it bothers him that I'm so tight around his p***s. I don't have time to ponder that question for long as he starts powerful thrusts. I arch my back with each one, my legs wrap around his hips, and my arms around his neck. He kisses and bites the skin on my shoulders without holding back, his arm slips between our bodies, and his fingers stimulate my c******s simultaneously with his thrusts.

The synchronization of these caresses and thrusts overwhelms me, and the orgasm washes over me violently. My vaginal walls contract around Darren's member, triggering his own orgasm.

"Oh my God," I declare, panting.

"Not God, my beauty, Darren," he playfully corrects.

We both catch our breath before he withdraws, removes the condom, ties it, and tosses it into the small trash can in the room.

Now I'm not sure what to do; a one-night stand would be the easy way out. Right now, I just need to clear my head.

"Can I use the bathroom?" I ask him.

He nods and follows me with his eyes until I enter the room. I know this because I can feel his burning gaze on me. I undress from the remaining pieces of fabric and step into the large shower, which could easily accommodate several people. The water is immediately warm, a welcome change from the icy shower I had earlier. I quickly spot some complimentary shower gel and shampoo provided by the hotel. He probably won't mind if I wash my hair, and it'll save me from having to do it with cold water tomorrow. I then cleanse my body. When my hand passes between my thighs, my s*x is still swollen and slightly sore from Darren's repeated penetrations.

"Does it hurt?" my lover asks, coming into the bathroom, a sight and sound I didn't notice.

"Not really," I reply.

He presses against my back, his erection still present. Is that even possible? He begins nibbling my earlobe and then my neck, while his two large hands seize my breasts and roll the n*****s between his fingers.

"I hope you're not tired, Ava; the night is not over yet," he says.