Chapter 7

-Levinia's POV-

I put my hands on his bare chest, feeling the heartbeat underneath his warm skin. Gently, I remove his heavy coat. The lines of his naked half naked body lay before my eyes. His firmly built muscles provoke my thirst for touch.

"Err," he interrupts, "I don't mean to distract you from doing your work, but what I need to do, to complement you?' There's no way I can't notice that he's blushing, a thing that I expected the least from him.

I laugh a little, "don't you understand?"

"Huh?" The doubt slips out of his mouth, surprising me, and him. He fakes a cough, adding, "not at... exactly."

Among all the phrases in the world that I can use, I choose the most straight forward way, "fuck me." I regret a little then. It's not like he's any other of my clients. What makes me think he's different, anyway?

He blinks, sighs, "Honestly, I have no experience of it, at all."

'What?" I hope I don't sound that surprised. He's definitely older than me; a handsome, young man, who must want for sex. I can't believe he's inexperienced, when he's exactly the kind every women want.

"I'm a virgin," he confesses. He blushes again, waiting for my reaction.

"I'm sorry," that's all I manage to say, sounding weak, "I just... assumed."

He smiles genuinely, "look, I never thought this is how it'll happen. I considered various ways to lose my virginity, but definitely not like this." I feel a little disappointed, but who am I to feel that way. "But right now, I want you to know, I think," he corrects himself, though I don't know why, "I feel, this is the best way I can ever have it happens."

I'm awed by his way with words. He awes me again, by biting my left ear. I put my hands over his neck, getting closer to his body, enjoying the taste of his mouth and the warmth of his half naked body. I bury my lips to his neck, feeling the unstoppable sensation.

This isn't the way I usually do.

He kisses all the way down my cheeks while my lips moves upper, until our lips meet. He presses hard, so do I, and our tongues twist with each other's. The taste of his mouth drives me crazy.

Before I realize, he had already removed the second button of my blouse. I let my blouse falls through my arms, so that he can have his hands free, to wrap around my waist.

He unties the ribbon that holds my skirt in place as I unzip his pants. My skirt falls off, when I'm still pushing his pants down. He helps me removing it.

With one hand holding my waist, he naughtily walks his index and middle fingers on my back, unbuckles my lingerie.

Almost surprisingly, he lifts me up and holds me in his strong arms, walks me to the couch. Our lips never leave each other's for a second, which makes me suffocate a little. And I think I am happy to die of suffocation, like this.

Is it really his first?