PREGNANT AFTER ONE NIGHT STAND

I am a lover of gentleness and caution. I don’t like rushing or hurrying things. I always want to leave a profound impression, through whatever I can give. For example… a touch. Just like now.

On her soft bed, a real Anya, who occupies a corner of my heart that I can approach just a little bit, lies there. Breathing heavily, her impatient eyes eagerly meet mine. Her sexy black dress is now abandoned on the floor. I left her with only a black lace bra and a thin sheet covering the area between her legs.

No words can express how beautiful, sexy, and smooth her body is, which I now eagerly gaze upon. I record every inch of what I see, so that it will fill my memories, getting to know the most intimate things about Anya Joice.

Clearly, there are red marks I left all over her body, especially on her chest. I wonder how her face will look when she wakes up and realizes. Her gaze is enough to make me flustered. As all the buttons on my shirt successfully came undone, her fingers are equally skilled. It drives me crazy.

Her fingers trace along my chest very slowly. The effect? My goodness! I feel like I want to pounce without hesitation. All I have in my head is that she will be calling my name when it’s all over.

“Your body is great,” she says. Her praise only makes me go even crazier. My eyes follow the direction her fingers move. I try to suppress the overwhelming rush in my heart. My heart, don’t even ask how it’s functioning. It’s already in overload!

“If you want me to stop, now’s the time,” I tell her.

She just smiles a little. “No, stay on top.”

“Don’t regret this, Anya.”

“No.”

Is she insane? Does she speak without thinking? It seems so. The evidence is her hands, which keep moving. She unbuckles the belt of my jeans, half sitting up as she pulls them down. It seems I can’t move backward anymore. Even if asked, I might not want to.

We’re both nearly half-naked. Scanning each other. I don’t know if alcohol still influences Anya’s rationality or not. All I know is, once again, she pulls me closer. Her hand perfectly clasped around my neck. Our lips meet again. This time, there’s no gentle kiss, no waiting to match each other.

Our kisses are intense, demanding, passionate, and pleasurable.

A moan escapes Anya as I lick the hollow of her neck, sucking it with force. I’ve been doing this since earlier, but this moan somehow increases my enthusiasm.

“Call my name, Anya.”

I thought she wouldn’t comply, but I was wrong. Damn it, her voice is driving me crazy!Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

“Cedric…,” she says. I intentionally gaze into her soft eyes. Her breath is slightly rapid, and she’s a bit out of breath, even though I haven’t fully actualized the image in my head. I don’t care if she thinks I’m wicked or whatever, but at this very moment, I swear; Anya belongs to me. No one else can get close to her except for me.

I only had to wait for the right moment.

“You’re so beautiful,” I complimented sincerely. I couldn’t deny that at all. A smile appeared between her slightly swollen lips, making me even more fond of her. I deepened the kiss that had been interrupted earlier, but only for a moment. It made her moan softly.

“Slow down,” I said. And I proceeded with actions that made her squirm in delight. Using the tip of my tongue, I traced her beautiful body. Occasionally, I glanced to see how she responded to my touch. Since there was no rejection at all, and it even seemed like she was waiting for it, I continued wholeheartedly.

Until I reached the area between her slightly parted thighs.

“May I?” I still had to ask about this. Let’s not rush, so that Anya won’t forget any moment we’ve shared.

“Yes, yes. You may.”

A small grin appeared on my lips unconsciously. Slowly, I pulled down the thin material of her pants, revealing the most intimate part of Anya. With gentleness, I traced it with my fingertips, making her fidget restlessly. As I paused for a moment, she said with a half-commanding tone, very typical of Anya, but I liked it.

“Don’t do that!”

Who would want to stop? Not yet, Anya. Not yet. “Yes. Just be patient for a moment.” And with the tip of the tongue that I used to moisten parts of her body earlier, I started to wet her intimate area.

“Cedric!” she half-shouted. She tugged my hair slightly. It didn’t hurt much, but it was enough to make me stop this action.

“Why? Don’t you like it?”

She shook her head.

“Can I continue?”

“Yes, yes!”

“Or are you unsure? I’ll stop if that’s the case.”

“NO! Please!”

See? Who’s the one teasing? Me or her? So, I continued. After all, I got her permission. Occasionally, I nibbled and sucked gently, making her moans and groans fill the room. It was so sexy and making me more aroused. So, I dared to penetrate her with my fingers.

She twitched slightly. Soft curses escaped her lips. For a moment, I let my fingers stay inside her, waiting to see her response. Feeling no resistance, I continued. This time, more than just entering, I moved my fingers slowly, in sync with the tip of my tongue.

I could tell that this play really drove her out of her mind. I heard her sexy moans and groans. Her eyes were completely clouded with passion. I wanted Anya to remember who touched her body this time. Because I wanted Anya. Only Anya.

From the beginning, she had filled my heart. Given this opportunity, not to exploit, but to tell her that I exist in her life.

“CEDRIC!” Anya shouted, making me smile. I ended the play earlier. I think she felt like she lost something. That’s why she glared at me angrily.

“Be patient. Don’t be satisfied with just Anya’s fingers.”

Her face turned red.

“You’re so beautiful, Anya,” I praised as I tidied her hair. Her forehead was sweaty even though this room was air-conditioned. I gently stroked her blushing cheeks. Her lips were slightly open, probably trying to catch her breath that seemed to have disappeared into her chest. Once again, I caressed those plump lips tenderly. I traced each row of her teeth, sucking gently on the corners of her lips.

“Can I?” I asked. Actually, I didn’t need to ask. She seemed more than ready for me to enter her like this. Her legs spread wider, seemingly granting me access without permission. But no, I needed consent.

In achieving satisfaction in a relationship, I didn’t want to be the only one dominating. The other person should also experience and give pleasure. It should be enjoyable for both parties, at least that’s how I see it. If she refuses and only wants it to go this far, I’ll stop. Although it feels so unsatisfying!

“But slowly.”

Anya? A virgin?

“I haven’t done this with another man in a very long time, Cedric.”

Oh, okay.

“Please, slowly.”

“Sure,” I said, kissing her forehead. “I’ll make sure, Ibu, that you won’t forget today,” I whispered softly as I entered her slowly. I didn’t know if she heard my earlier words or not. All I knew was that her lips were moaning my name so beautifully, and her movements drove me crazy.

As I deepened my movements, Anya followed and matched my pace. Damn! It felt incredibly amazing. Instead of making Anya forget my touch, I was the one who couldn’t forget how sweet and tight her body was.

“Cedric!” she exclaimed, holding back her voice. Her body lifted slightly. Her breaths were like someone running a marathon, gasping for air. Sweat flooded her forehead. Inside her, what belonged to me experienced the peak of pleasure with Anya Joice for the first time.

I was so satisfied to hear her moan my name repeatedly. Until it was my turn to lose control, but my mind was still clear. I wanted to pull out, but damn it, Anya’s hand stopped me.

“It’s okay. It’s not my fertile period, you know.”

I was a little surprised by her words. But once again, because those slender fingers were tracing my chest, my sanity vanished. In one motion, I knew this was more than just pleasure. We even did it three times, each time in a different position. Until she fell asleep in my arms.