Episode 3

Noah

She kissed me as if she were discovering the world with the same thirst as someone who had never known the taste of freedom.

And I… I was never one for patience, but that night, I had it. Not by choice, because her body forced me to adore every second. Her skin was warm and soft like freshly unwrapped velvet, it smelled like something sweet and slightly citrusy, maybe the shampoo she used, maybe it was just her, the kind of scent that stuck in your memory and left you longing even before it was gone. I kissed her neck slowly, she let out a sigh,

and that's when I knew: I was screwed, I nibbled her ear, and she trembled, smiled slightly, half shy, half surrendered, and that shyness, so sincere, lit me up in a different way. It wasn't empty lust, it was hunger, hunger to discover what else she hid behind that innocent look and that daring tattoo.

"You're delicious," I whispered.

She hid her face in my neck, laughing softly, cute.

My hands explored every curve, every line, every inch as if I were touching something sacred, and maybe I was because the way her body reacted to my touch was almost divine. Her moans were low, sweet, but with a wild edge that drove me insane, she moaned my touch as if it were a sin, and maybe it was, but what a tempting sin.

I went down with kisses, exploring her body with my lips, each place eliciting a new reaction, the tips of her fingers clenching in the sheets as if the pleasure was too great to contain.

When she finally arched in my arms, feeling her first climax, I felt invincible, I had never touched a woman like that. Never with so much care, never with so much desire to memorize every expression.

Then came the moment.

I knew, it was her first time, and no matter how drunk she was, there was clarity in her eyes when she looked at me and whispered that she wanted to continue, I went slowly, with more delicacy than I ever imagined I had, my cock went in very slowly inside her, very slowly it was torturous and agonizing, I had to stay calm or I would cum before I even got all the way inside her, she shed some tears and I kissed each one of them.

"It's okay," I murmured against her skin.

And then I finally went deep inside her, she was hot, tight, and innocent, and even so, her greedy pussy swallowed me whole, I barely had room to move, the sensation of her skin against mine was insane.

Her small, soft breasts fit perfectly against my chest, the curve of her waist, the firmness of her thigh, the heat between our skins.

When my hands squeezed her waist and then her butt marked by the pressure of my fingers, she let out a moan that took away any control I had. I tried to be gentle, but I had already lost my mind, so my body lost control and I started pounding deep inside her, the sound echoed throughout the room, I opened her legs as wide as possible and I didn't even need to make an effort since she herself was holding her legs open completely, it was a delicious sight, I devoured her breasts, sucking and leaving bite marks, I want to mark her body like a farmer marks cattle to show that it is his property, I know it's a somewhat strange thought, but that's exactly what I wanted. I don't know how she didn't faint, but she was even wilder than me, we fucked everywhere in that room, doggy style, missionary, 69 standing up in the bathroom, I had never cum so much in my life and even so I was still hard, throbbing for her and she begging for more and more until finally exhaustion caught us and we fell on the bed.

She was beautiful, but there, under me, surrendered, shy and daring at the same time, art, and at that moment, I knew no matter the name, that woman would never leave my head.

The silence was comfortable, the kind of silence that came after a hurricane when everything was still in place, but different. We were both panting, sweaty, with our bodies intertwined on the rumpled sheets of the room, her hair was spread on the pillow like a painting and her eyes, still half-closed, shone with a tenderness that disarmed me more than any moan she had let out, I hugged her, pulling her closer, and gently ran my fingers over her bare back.

"Does it hurt anywhere?" I asked, my voice still low and hoarse.

She turned her face to me, with that silly smile of someone who has just crossed an invisible line.

"My whole body is throbbing…" she replied in a sweet voice, a little slurred, and let out a shameless giggle.

I smiled too, she was adorable in an innocent and mischievous way at the same time, a rare type.

"I should have taken it easier on you," I whispered, before kissing her lips calmly, as if I had all the time in the world.

She sighed against my mouth, but said nothing, so I pulled away a little and asked:

"Do you want to take a shower?"

She wrinkled her nose and made a cute face.

"I don't even have the strength to move a finger."

I let out a low laugh.

"Then, sleep, I'll go to the pharmacy to get an analgesic and the pill," I added in a lower voice.

She looked at me for a second, her eyes becoming a little more alert, but just nodded her head without drama, without questions, that surprised me.

"Promise you'll stay here until I get back?"

She raised her pinky, like a child making a pact of secrets.

"I promise."

I smiled, put on my clothes hurriedly and gave her one last kiss on the forehead before leaving, the perfume of her skin stuck to me.

I don't know why, but something squeezed in my chest as I left the room. I took the car, found a 24-hour pharmacy, bought what was needed, I was fast, very fast.

Back at the hotel, I went straight to the room, feeling that strange anxiety growing in my stomach, an urgency that made no sense at all, I opened the door and found the room empty. The sheets still rumpled, the mark of her head on the pillow, her dress was no longer on the floor, she had left without a note, without a name, without anything. I stood in the middle of the room, with the pharmacy bag hanging in my hand, the only thing left of her there was the scent in the air and the memory of her touch on my skin.

And for the first time in a long time, I felt something like frustration, I didn't know who she was, but I knew that, somehow, that woman wasn't going to leave my head anytime soon.

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