Something deep inside me senses that he could’ve easily gone further, that he doesn’t play by the normal rules. That is what I want. I want to go home with the feeling that I had the best birthday ever. That I am no longer a virgin.

Instead I let go of his pants. He’s still staring at me. There is a dark promise in his gaze—something that makes me shiver. 

He walks away swiftly. Strongly. I sank into the seat he had just vacated.

**

I walk into my room after leaving the club and close the door noiselessly behind. I dropped my purse at the door and took a step into the room. I flinched when I put on the lights. There he was on my bed. He beckoned to me to join him. As though hypnotized, I do.

I’m lying on my stomach and I press my cheek into my pillow. He’s braced over me, pressed against my back, warm as sunlight. His voice is a hot whisper, right in my ear as he twists his hips to grind himself against my butt.

"What. Do. You. Want?" He whispers.I get a full impression of his heaviness and size. I try to push back against him again to feel it again, but he mutters something I didn't care to know and crawls up higher, his knees straddling my hips. His fingertips smooth along the sides of my breasts. His exhale steams against my neck. I can’t get a decent lungful of air. He’s too heavy and I’m too turned on. I scratch my fingertips against the sheets until they burn with friction. 

My eyes flew open. I am sweating profusely. Wet and horny.