I Am A Virgin - S01 E02

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I Am A Virgin - S01 E02

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 2

“We’re here,” Jeremy touches my shoulder and I almost flinch at the contact. Suddenly fear grips my heart. This is happening, there is no going back now, it’s inevitable.

Well here goes nothing. I tell myself as Hails opens the door for me. I get out taking a few deep breaths before I follow Jeremy to the entrance.

The minute we step inside the elite hotel into the reception, I gasp at the beauty and richness of the hotel. And I know deep inside that it must be expensive to afford, again this tells me that Jeremy must be one rich son of a bastard.

I wondered briefly wether he was some sort of celebrity or something.

No Leyla, don’t you dare start wondering about him, he’s led you here for another thing and one thing only.

The woman in the reception flutters her eyes at him briefly and I can tell that I’m not the only one that finds him very attractive. I stay back as he talks briefly to her and then he comes to me and leads me to the elevator. I glance briefly at the receptionist and she gives me a flat smile, I turn my gaze immediately away.

After waiting for a few moments the elevator pings as the door opens and we step inside.

For one fleeting moment I wonder about where his driver went but my wondering soon flees as the elavator door closes and I realise that no one else has gotten in but us.

Once the door shuts, we soon then drift upwards.

Suddenly I find myself gasping at the atmosphere that has shifted between us. It’s as if an electric pull is drawing me closer towards him.

The minute I stare up at him is when I finally make out the colour of his eyes against those deep lashes.

They are grayish blue and I have to take another sharp intake of breath as he gazes down at me in this most sexy heated look I’ve ever been given by a man. His pupils are dilated slightly and his eyes brood a dark look, a look that affects me in a way I’ve never felt before.

My breathing becomes a hot panty mess and while the elevator travels up. I find that we are unconsciously moving closer and closer to each other.

It happens before I’m aware of it.

He stalks at me and suddenly I’m pushed against the wall, his eyes travel greedily but leisurely from the soles of my feet up to my bulging eyes.

Soon enough his hands has found a way to my face and he grips me hard pulling my head back so I can look straight at up him. He inches closer, our breaths mingle together, but, before his lips can touch mine the elevator pings to a stop.

I’m panting as if I’ve ran a marathon while Jeremy pulls me out of the elevator in a quick motion. He drags me to his penthouse suite and I have no time to collect the door number before I’m hauled into his room.

Inside, the room is spacious. I count about four doors across a long chandelier coated corridor. It was as if was more of an apartment rather than a hotel suite.

However, as soon as we are inside and before I could assess my surroundings Jeremy has lead me to his bedroom.

“Let’s finish off where we’ve started shall we?” He says huskily.

His voice seems to be calling my libido but before I can respond, Jeremy has taken me in his arms. He gives me a one final dark heated look and soon his lips descends upon mine.

They are soft but rough against my soft lips and I quickly find myself kissing him back with equally undulating lust.

His tongue carasses my lips, coercing my mouth to open. I let him take no for an answer as he begins to deepen the kiss.

The taste of his tongue against mine is tantalizing and I’m amazed at how I’m enjoying the feel of it.

All my earlier worries about sleeping with a stranger soon slide away to oblivion. I’m eager for him to touch me, as if I’ve been craving for his touch for the past eighteen years of my life.

Again this is a rare sudden emotion.

He draws back suddenly leaving me wanting more and we are staring heatedly at each other, anticipating what the other will do.

He licks his lower lips and my eyes move down to watch his tongue. He moves snake like towards me as he unzips and pulls off my jacket.

His sharp intake of breath is unmistakable as his eyes rake all over what I’m wearing.

“Wow, you’re so sexy in this,” his voice is a strangled moan.

I flush at his comment.

He throws my jacket somewhere–I don’t know. I can’t look anywhere else but his eyes. He moves his hands to my arms very slowly leaving tingly sensations after his fingers.

He then grips my neck pulling me forward and once again his lips crash with mine. He pushes himself to me so that I can feel the evidence of his arousal firm and hard against my waist.

He stops kissing me to trail kisses to my neck down to my collar bone, at the same time his hands travel to my full perky breasts, he grips them hard against my corset and I almost cry out at the unfamiliar touch.

His hands roams to my back to undo my corset very slowly. I’m becoming increasingly aware of how moist I’m getting between my thighs.

Once he’s finished, he pulls away the corset, roughly, leaving me bare and exposed. I fight the urge to wrap my hands around myself so that I can cover my nakedness.

He gasps again as his eyes ogle on my breast.

“You breast are beautiful Leyla. So full and perky,” He says huskily, almost hungrily as he takes them into a cup and then he squeezes them softly. His thumb and forefinger pinch at my nipples and I let a loud embarrassing groan of pleasure.

Oh. My. Wo-esh.I can’t even form a proper thought.

He kisses me once more, his hands never leaving my breast as he pushes me lightly on to the bed.

I lie down flat and limp not sure what to do as he trails kisses from neck to that one spot that makes me squirm. His mouth is at my breasts, his tongue lapping my nipples and I gasp feeling the sensation travelling all the way down there, between my thighs.

His other hand plays with my breast as he s--k and tease. I’m squirming and getting hot in all these new places that I’ve never known I could get this hot.

I have to admit that it feels quite good but another sane part of my brain, that is my conscience has to remind me that I am going to lose my virginity to a complete stranger and I’m… enjoying it?.

Surely this is a sign or a beginning of how I will be seen as a w---e. The title I’m despondently bringing myself down to.

However I quickly override that part away to let me myself enjoy this one true moment of bliss.

My blood is running wild and his lips are travelling down to my stomach, lapping and s-----g at my abdomen.

His hand trails over my thighs, parting my legs. His fingers find the lace of my panties and he effectively cups me, making me gasp in shock.

What will he do? I ask myself in anticipation.

He rubs his fingers on me through the lace and I squirm uncomfortably, at the same time enjoying the unexpected feeling. My insides are liquidating even more from his touch and its such a disarming feeling.

“So how do you like it?” He asks, panting. “You’ve barely touched me.”

“Like what?” I’m surprised I’ve found my voice.

He stops the kissing my to look up at me.

“What else?” he frowns.

“Oh…Um…I don’t know,” I whisper.

“What do you mean you don’t know? Do you just allow them fúck you in their paces?” He sounds angry.

“Um…I don’t…” I struggle to find the right words. “I’ve never done it.”

Suddenly he laughs, “Funny, is that what you use to get them excited?”

I have no idea why he is laughing and what he means by that, “Um…” I say.

He glares at me, “You’re joking right?”

I swallow the fear as I tentatively shake my head.

“Wait. You are a virgin!?” His words splutter out in disbelief.