Adrian was leaning against the doorframe with his arms folded in front of his chest.
He looked at her with a hint of restraint as if he couldn’t afford to look at her for long. Yet, his gaze was stubbornly fixed upon her.
Ella did not know she was capable of such ’blatant courage’ till she opened her mouth to provoke him, "You don’t want to join me?"
Heat swirled in his narrowed eyes as he straightened up and walked towards her.
Adrian stopped to stand by her side where they were separated by the bathtub and her head barely reached her thighs.
From where she sat, the evidence of his need loomed dangerously close. One tilt of her head and she’d be brushing against it.
Gulping softly, she leaned back and looked up.
Ella watched him unbutton his shirt. His movements were immensely slow, his gaze never once straying from her.
"Do you need help?" Ahhh! What am I doing?
Adrian paused, "You... sure?"
Ella gulped again as she blinked twice and pulled her hand out of the water.
’’Remove my belt, Elle."
Ella gaped at him, her heart nearly leaping out of her throat. An electroluting feeling shot inside her nerves and her brain ceased to exist.
"C-Can. Haha, it’s just a belt..."
A few minutes later...
A pair of doe eyes looked up at Adrian, "How to?"
Adrian grabbed her wrist, leading her to the small switch on the belt.
"There," Ella shrugged, but realizing how bare she was, she sank into the water.
She felt some movements in the water, and the barest graze of a cold skin against her own.
Avoiding her wildly beating heart, Ella leaned back against the bathtub and closed her eyes.
Ella chuckled, "I thought you were too shy to get in here, baby... Ah!"
Ella yelped as Adrian grabbed her wrist and yanked her into his arms.
All the composure she had faked faded into nothingness as she fell captive into his arms, sitting on his lap.
It took her a few long seconds to realize that Adrian was still wearing his pants.
But as she moved, her body flushed against his and her nipples tightened. She wasn’t wearing a single piece of clothing.
Adrian pinched her chin and tilted her head. As his thumb caressed her cheeks, the man opened his mouth, "Shy?"
Ella’s lips twitched. Her face was burning but nevertheless, she raised her hand and hooked them around his arms, "I never asked you before... Am I your first time, baby?" she whispered against his lips.
When he heard her question, he went silent.
A victorious smile tugged on her lips. You can try to tease me but I can do it better than you.
Just as Ella’s eyes nearly curved into crescent moons, Adrian nodded, once, "Yes."
"_" Ella was not expecting an answer, let alone an affirmative one.
She glanced at him in disbelief. Adrian had never been with a woman before her?
"So, I... I am really your first?"
He frowned, "Yes. What about me?"
Seeing the solemn look on his face, a glint flickered in her eyes. Before he could catch onto it, she lowered her gaze quietly.
Adrian’s expression didn’t change, but his eyes burned colder than ice.
"You are not my first. I mean... I was in a relationship for so long. How did you even think... mmmpp!"
He didn’t give her time to breathe.
One moment, his fingers curled around her wrist, firm, possessive and in the next, his lips crashed against hers.
It was the kind of kiss that left no space to think, only feel. As if he’d been holding back for too long and now the leash had snapped.
Ella gasped, her fingers instinctively digging into his back where she felt his muscles flexing under her touch.
But he was already pressing her back, claiming her mouth like it belonged to him, like she did. His tongue traced her lower lip before sliding past, coaxing, demanding, and tasting all at once.
He kissed her like he wanted to erase every name she’d ever said before his. Like if he kissed her hard enough, she’d forget how to leave him.
And god help her, she kissed him back like she was falling, fast and headfirst, with no plans to stop.
Her back hit the cold tiles but it didn’t register.
All she felt was his hand gripping her waist, the other tangling in her damp hair, pulling her closer and closer until there was no space left between them. Just heat and an undeniable fire.
When he finally pulled back, their foreheads touched, both panting.
"Am I your first?" he rasped.
Her lips were swollen and her brain was dropped somewhere like an amoeba. She couldn’t find it.
"Elle." He called out her name, his voice warning her, "Am I...?"
Ella snapped to herself and despite herself, she shook her head, "Mmm... No..."
"No?" His stare deepened, thunderous.
Ella’s body trembled under his stare yet anticipation curled in her chest, wondering what he would do, how far she could push him.
And just the thought of pushing him to the brink lit a fire inside her. She ran a hand down his chest, her fingertips trembling, "No... You are not my first—"
Her words were yet to finish when his mouth devoured hers again, each kiss hungrier than the last as water sloshed around them.
Ella gasped, gripping his shoulders as her breath hitched. As he dragged her closer, her bare, slick body straddled his. There was no barrier between them now but the thin soaked fabric of his pants.
Her back arched instinctively, body moving to the rhythm of his barely-there grind. His belt was undone, and his pants were still hanging low on his hips.
Her bare thighs gripped his waist as he slid further into the tub, settling between her legs without a word, just heat in his eyes and a fire he didn’t bother to hide anymore.