Her body refused to obey her. She didn't know how much time she spent trying to put out the fire inside of her, but to no end. Locious's t-shirt let her stay rational as much as she could, but now that she had him in front of her, the upper part of his body uncovered, she found herself lost in awe. Her body wanted him, her heart loved him, and her mind—not even the rational part of her—posed any resistance.
I want him completely, she thought, and grabbed his face to pull him down once again. When their lips collided, she went farther than before. She forced his lips open with her teeth, and their tongues locked.
They kissed for who knows how long. Hands wandered through their half-naked bodies. His hands shook with every new place he discovered, and she couldn't take it anymore. Another wave was about to hit her, so she pushed him onto the bed.
He opened his eyes wide, and she placed a kiss in the middle of his chest. His heart was beating too fast, which suddenly made her notice other things: the sweating in his palms and his uneven breath. It wasn't the ragged panting of pure desire; it was nervousness.
Suddenly, something clicked inside of her, and she sat up straight next to him. Even though her heart was aching, she kept her composure.
"I need you to go now. Before I do something we will both regret in the morning," she said and fixed her clothes. She needed him to leave immediately and be alone—alone to fix her burning body and to lick her own emotional wounds.
"What? Why? You were fine a moment ago. Rose, you need to do it. I told you I wanted it, too," Locious remarked, and his tone made her enforce her decision. He was talking as if nothing happened, as if they had not been touching each other intimately just a second ago.
"Listen, I'm not stupid. I know when someone is turned on and when someone is anxious. I know you don't really want to do it. After all, it's not my first time," she explained, her voice starting to break.
The heat was even worse now. Her hands were shaking due to unfulfilled desire and the proximity of his body. His pure and sweet smell that entered her nostrils was like a drug, and the taste of his lips was like liquor burning the skin in her own mouth.
"But it is for me," he said in a low voice.
She looked at him in the eyes, not comprehending his words. She raised an eyebrow, asking him without words what he meant, and his answer shook her to the bones.
"It's my first... time. I'm a virgin," he explained, and she froze.
"What?" she muttered stupefied. That's even worse, you moron! You were about to lose your virginity out of duty! she thought but didn't say it out loud. Maybe it was humiliating for him; that's why he never said anything. Maybe his flirty attitude was a way to cover for his lack of experience. So where did all those rumors about a harem come from? It was easier to believe that he had a thousand people at a booty call distance than this. He had never done it with another person. He was smart, respectful, a hardworking boss and a good person. Not only that, he was handsome. More than handsome: he was gorgeous, sexy and nice. He was boyfriend material. Why had no one ever got to taste him?
Have I also been his first kiss? I don't know if I will be able to hold myself up from jumping his bones. Neither do I know if I want to take away something so precious because of a drug. This is a shitty situation for both of us. Damned demons!
"I had never had sex with anyone before, and I have my reasons. But I want to do it with you. Not out of duty, not because I feel guilty, but because I want to. I desire you. I want to feel your wetness around me, knowing that it's because of me. I want to feel you on my lips, in my hands. I desire to uncover and lick every inch of your skin. I need to know you inside out. Touch me. Feel me. See how much you arouse me. I'm nervous because I don't know how to do all that, I have zero experience. Guide me, show me, and... know that the aphrodisiac is just an excuse to do what we really wanted. Am I right?" he asked, and his words triggered something inside of her. The flames that were stagnant before suddenly burst to life and ran across her body, burning her blood and melting her bones. She sat astride him, and with hurry, interlocked their tongues.
There was no more holding back. It was the components of the dust, but it was also her own desire. She wanted him, completely naked, completely for herself. It was her guilty pleasure. He had never done it before. She was his first, and she should feel bad about it, but the only thing she could think of at that moment was how captivating he was. His body was heated, nearly matching her own frenzy.
He wanted her as much as she wanted him. Yes, the situation was forced by outside forces, but as he said it was all just an excuse to fulfill their unspoken desires.
She kissed him and tasted him fully, from head to toe. His moans and his hands squeezing her legs were like matches igniting the fire. His hands in her hair when she showed him her love with her mouth was the most erotic scene she had ever seen.
She had had sex before, but Locious—with his fingers locked in the strands of her messy hair, his eyes unfocused with pleasure, his fast breathing when he was about to climax, and his groan when he reached it—was music for her ears and a banquet for her eyes. He was the most beautiful man she had ever seen. She knew it, but it was the first time she saw him out of control, and the view was nothing she could have ever imagined.
He asked her to teach him what she liked. She showed him with her own hands, and at first, he was a little clumsy, but once he saw her reactions, he became bold, not waiting for her instructions.
He used his lips and his warm tongue to make her float in the clouds more than once. He was naturally skilled, so not only did he learn fast to read her reactions, but also he made her discover things about her own body she had never felt before: new places where she was sensitive, and he made her reach new heights she never knew were possible. He seemed not to get tired of her taste, as if he was drugged too.
The waves kept coming fast; the quiet time was shorter and shorter until he straightened up between her legs, took out a condom—who knows from where—and asked her to put it on.
Once he was ready, he leaned on top of her, and they locked gazes. It was the moment of truth. Once they did that, there was no going back: not to the friendship they had, not to the Angel-Emissary relationship, not to the boss-employee dynamic. They would find themselves in a grey zone. But neither of them cared about it. The only thing in their minds was the killing necessity to fully connect their bodies—to become one.
And when they did, Rose's eyes closed tight. She had never felt so full and so complete, as if her body had been waiting for it for a long time. She hugged him, and he kissed her, their breaths intertwined, and tears gathered in their eyes. There was something they weren't completely aware of yet, and it was the love expressed in every single one of their movements.