Still A Virgin

Margaux’s POV.

Oh god! Come on, Margaux! What are you even doing? 

Get the hell out of here!

Remove his hand and walk away. 

“Walk away..walk away!” I repeatedly repeated it to myself, but my effort was just in vain.

His hand, his reflex, everything about him was faster than I could ever be. The next thing I knew, his perfectly proportioned body was towering above me. 

And I was helplessly beneath him. My waist was locked in between his muscular thighs. 

Oh no! What should I do? 

I tried wiggling my arms so I could have my way out, but he pinned both my arms above my head with his left hand, and started tracing my face using his right hand. 

He cupped my chin and tilted my head to the right and sniffed my neck and pecked it. 

W-what is he doing? Is this really happening? Oh no! Why am I letting him?

“S-sir, I…you must have been mistaken. I am not–” but he put his finger on my lips, closed it then trace it. 

“Shh, don’t talk. Just be quiet and everything’s going to be okay,” he said but his words were more like a mumble.

He was reeking with alcohol as he moved his head an inch away from my face. 

Our eyes met, but his eyes were empty. 

“I s-should..go, s–” but before I could even finish my sentence, his warm, wet lips were pressed against mine. 

In shock, I just widened my eyes, gulped twice, and said nothing. My voice wouldn’t come out even if I tried to. 

I-It was my first kiss! Damn it!

My eyes were in tears, and he seemed to notice, “I told you to be quiet, didn’t I?”

Then he added, “Are you crying? Don’t tell me it was your first kiss?” his voice was laced with insults and mockery. 

Yet, I didn’t deny it and suddenly his demeanor changed. “Fuck! It’s your first kiss, huh?”

Then I felt the grip of his left hand on my hands tightened. 

And his face brightened up as if the news excited him. 

Then he held my chin and straightened it. 

“Now, I’m going to give you a real kiss, something you can never, ever forget.”

His voice was so alluring, that I couldn’t even say no. 

I was tempted. 

“Now, do as I say.”

I gulped and my body stiffened unconsciously. 

He felt it and commented, “Now, now. Just relax. And open your lips apart.”

I obeyed like a child, and opened my mouth. 

“Not like that, are you going to eat me?” he even scoffed, and my cheeks turned blush.

“Just a little. A gap for my tongue to fit,” he said it casually. But his sentence made me crave more, and this time, my body couldn’t even lie. 

I felt something wet down there, and I was so embarrassed to admit it.

“Now, be a good girl and open it,” he then demanded.  

Then he started pecking my lower lip, and then my upper lip, and I began moving it jiving with his lips’ motion. 

I reacted and answered hastily, and he stopped. 

“Easy. Don’t move yet, let me show you.”

So I let him kiss me. He went back kissing my lips, and then a bite to my lower lip. 

HIs action may seem rushed but my body liked it. 

I moaned at his kiss.  

I didn’t even notice when he removed his left hand, but by time his kisses deepened, his left hand was already caressing my back, while his right hand traversed on my side. 

“Uh…” I moaned continuously, and I felt as if I melted in his kiss. 

Oh damn! I can’t control my body! I want him more, more, and more. 

Then, I felt his tongue finally inside me. 

Oh god! It feels so good. I don’t want it to stop. 

But wait, we are only kissing right? 

After all, I have never done it! 

Oh no!

But I can’t stop now. I don’t want him to stop! 

With his kisses, my body got excited, and he began pulling me closer. 

He sat on the bed even without pausing the kiss, and when he was already settled, he placed me above him. 

He led my legs and spread them apart. 

This time, I was the one mounting him, riding him, and my legs locked his beautiful torso. 

Then he straightened my body and pulled me closer, close enough for him to feel my bosom. 

His kisses left my lips and eventually traveled down my neck. 

Ticklish! Electrifying! It is unexplainable. All I am sure of is that it was damn good. 

Because of what he did, my legs even clung onto him, my hands that were suspended above my hand earlier, were now feeling his hair. 

I still don’t know his name or who he is, but why am I letting him ramage me like this? Is it because of alcohol, or is it something more? 

But all I knew was that I couldn’t think straight. 

His kiss, the way he nibbled my neck and latched on my bosom, it was making me crazy. 

I moaned and started producing sound so he covered my mouth with his hand and whispered, “Not too loud. Not yet! We are just getting started.”

But with his mouth on my tongue, something inside me kicked in. 

I began imitating what I once watched, and I believed it was done like this. 

I searched for his index finger and slowly sucked it. 

Little did I know that this sensation would make him go berserk! 

I heard him groan, and felt something between his thighs finally awakened. 

C-could it be his…?

My back once again touched the mattress and I was now looking at him.

“Fuck this foreplay! Just remember, you started this! Now are you ready to take me wholly?”

Finally, I could see his face clearly. 

Handsome and dangerously beautiful. 

But what does he mean by I started it?

W-wait, are we really having sex now? 

I saw him impatiently removing his suit, and hastily unzipping his pants, and beneath it was something humongous, and monstrous!

Afraid that he might go wild, I blurted out something ridiculous, “P-please be gentle, I’m a…I’m a virgin!”