Chapter 02

Adrian's POV

"Is this your first time?"

Her whispered question pulled me from memories of earlier that evening. I'd gone to the bar at William's insistence - my best friend's solution to hearing that Sophie, my first love, was engaged to someone else. "Come on, Adrian," he'd said. "Let's drink until you forget her name." But true to form, William was running late.

I'd found a quiet corner, pulling out my laptop to review some contracts - partly to look busy, partly to deter the steady stream of interested parties who'd been eyeing me since I walked in.

That's when Anna appeared. When I ignored her initial greeting, she didn't retreat like others would. Instead, her sharp wit and quiet confidence cut through my defenses. There was something magnetic about her - the way she carried herself with both grace and an edge of danger, making the rest of the bar fade away.

I studied her now - raven hair cascading down her back, intelligence sparkling in her eyes. She was the kind of beautiful that demanded attention, yet there was nothing soft about her presence. Every movement seemed deliberately chosen to both intrigue and unsettle.

"No," I finally answered, my voice low. "But it might be my first time with someone like you."

She raised an eyebrow. "And what am I like?"

I leaned closer, my hand finding the small of her back. The silk of her dress was still damp from the spilled drink. "Dangerous."

"The Four Seasons is three blocks away," she said, holding my gaze. "Unless you have somewhere else in mind?"

I stood, already signaling for the check. "The Presidential Suite at the Fairmont. I have a standing reservation."

Her eyes widened slightly - the first crack in her composed facade. Good. I liked knowing I could surprise her.

Inside the suite, I moved to the bar, more out of habit than desire for another drink. "Would you like—"

"No." She was suddenly behind me, her hands sliding under my jacket. "I think we've had enough preliminaries."

I turned, catching her wrists in one hand. Her breath hitched as I leaned down, my lips barely grazing her ear. "Then allow me to... freshen up first. Unless you'd care to join me?"

She declined, but through the frosted glass of the bathroom door, I could see her silhouette waiting. I wrapped a towel around my waist, though it did little to conceal my growing arousal.

I finished quickly, but Anna took her time. Through the door, I could hear the familiar sounds of a woman's more elaborate routine - the splash of water, the whir of a hair dryer. When she finally stepped out, her face was flushed from the steam, her eyelashes fluttering, her lips moist and tender as if they could be squeezed for water.

Sitting at the vanity to tend to her hair, she caught my gaze in the mirror and asked, "Why aren't you moving?"

I answered bluntly, "It's hard."

The towel was tented high. Anna glanced at it, then casually tied up her hair. However, I noticed her cheek blushed.

Once done, she stood and drew the second layer of dark green curtains, ensuring complete privacy.

Propping myself up on the bed, I lifted my eyelids slightly, my gaze fixed on her alluring curves. I offered a final warning: "You still have a chance to back out. If we really do this, I'm afraid you won't be able to handle it."

Anna turned off the brightest light, then turned it back on. "You talk too much."

"Heh."

A snort escaped my nostrils, a sign of impatience provoked by her teasing. With a swift motion, I tossed the towel aside, stood up, and in two strides, hoisted her over my shoulder.

"Hey! Put me down!"

I smacked her buttocks through the towel, feeling the soft bounce, and smirked. "Nice figure. Your ass is so soft. Do you like it from behind?"

Anna's face flushed. "You're such a pervert!"

We tumbled onto the bed together. I cupped her chin, tilting her face left and right, noticing her reddened ears. She had been so bold when flirting with me at the bar, but now that we were on the brink of action, she seemed nervous. Her mind raced with thoughts of what was to come, the unknown both terrifying and exhilarating.

With a smacking sound, I pressed my lips firmly against hers, stealing her first kiss.

"Pervert by nature," she murmured, her voice a mix of teasing and genuine nervousness.

Our lips touched awkwardly, and as I kissed Anna's tender lips, I initially intended to caress them gently. However, as soon as they made contact, it seemed to trigger an instinctual switch, and my tongue began to lick her lips back and forth.

Feeling my tongue trying to enter, blocked by her tightly closed teeth, Anna clutched the pillow and pushed against my shoulder.

"Turn off the light..." she murmured.

Our lips parted, and I felt our racing heartbeats as I held her close. I guided her hand to my shoulder and refused her request, "No, you look too enchanting."

I kissed her again, her lips like honeyed jelly, sweet and soft, making it impossible for me to stop.

My body was even more impressive than she had seen. Anna's nails scratched the muscles on my shoulder blades, the slight pain only spurring me on.

Saliva that couldn't be contained dripped from the corners of her mouth, and I used my tongue to lick it away.

My hot lips moved down along her chin, sucking on her neck. Anna bit her lip, trying to suppress her moans.

Skipping her collarbone, I pulled open her bathrobe and stopped, panting. I looked down and laughed.

"They're really big, I can't hold them."

Her skin was very fair, like freshly squeezed milk, with a fresh scent. She hadn't lied to me, she was a 34D. Two perfect breasts stood proudly before me, the flesh spreading out, the nipples erect.

Very pink.

The areolae were pink too.

I pried open her clenched lips and lifted my body slightly. "Look down."

In recent years, I hadn't gone out much, and my skin had lightened a bit, but my fingertips remained rough.

Anna watched as my hand, with its large palm, moved from her slender waist up to her soft breasts, enveloping them, squeezing them together.

I couldn't hold them all.

There was still a lot of soft flesh around her chest, spilling out between my fingers.

I massaged her, "They're really fucking big."

"Mm~"

As soon as my hands touched her, Anna's whole body went soft, and she couldn't suppress her moans.

Her moans excited me even more. The head of my penis, still covered by the bathrobe, bumped against her forcefully. I teased, "Spread your legs."

Her hair, which she had tied up, was pulled loose during our kissing, spreading across the pillow. Anna tilted her head and scolded me, "Can't you untie the belt?"

The bathrobe was tightly fastened at her waist, preventing her from spreading her legs wide.

Her scolding, red lips were enticing. I kissed her a few more times, "Bear with me, I've never undressed a woman before."

I untied the knot at her waist, pulling the white bathrobe open, revealing her flat, beautiful stomach. My eyes were filled with undisguised admiration, my emotions surging.

"I've hit the jackpot."

At that moment, I wished I had hundreds of hands to touch her all at once.

My large hands moved from her stomach to her chest, grabbing both breasts. Her red, erect nipples had no third hand to comfort them, so I used my mouth, sucking on them alternately.

My tongue licked the small pink nipple, and I sighed with satisfaction, "Fuck!"

She was incredibly sweet.

"Be gentle, are you into biting?"

The large head of my penis touched her entrance, feeling the lubrication from the condom. Suddenly, Anna urgently reached out to stop me.

"Wait! I forgot to ask, do you have a girlfriend? Or a fiancée?" she asked anxiously, "If you make me morally corrupt, I'll cut you."

I pulled her hand away, and the head of my penis slowly pushed in. Both of us gasped at the tightness.

I rubbed her clitoris, "Isn't it a bit late to ask this now?"

Suddenly, Anna held her breath and tried to push me away, "Get out!"

The head of my penis felt a thin barrier. I grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head, our pubic hair mingling. I said in a deep voice, "I can't get out."

With that, I thrust my hips down, breaking through.

"Ah!"

We were fully joined.

My entire length was inside her.

Feeling her body tense, I released her hands and kissed her lips. "No, I don't have girlfriend, or a fiancée," I murmured, leaving the thought of my past unspoken.