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He knew what he was doing, and I let him take control. His hands went up to my breasts: he cupped and then squeezed them through my bra. I kicked off my heels, ready for anything.

I faced him, taking his lips possessively. I'd missed the way they made my mind go numb and black. His fingers flew to my buttons - unfastening them hastily. I shrugged off my jacket and shirt. His hands snaked around my back, unclasping the hooks of my bra. My breasts were now bare; he called my name hungrily as his lips went to my hard nipples.

"Oh… Yesssss." I let out a drawn-out breath. He carried me up, and I hooked my legs around his waist. I was so lost in my ecstasy that I didn't know when he started to take off his trousers. He carried me to the large table he used for work. He laid me down on it, the cool glass heightening the heat from our bodies. His eyes regarded me with something like wonder. "Do you want this, Crystal?"

"More than anything…" It sounded so right even though what was going on here was clearly wrong. With his help, I wiggled out of my skirt. My panties were next. His arousal sprang from his briefs, and I breathed in amazement at the sight of it. He smirked bringing it close to my opening, running his length up and down my soaking wetness - coating it entirely.

His hand went to the back of my neck and pulled my hair gently. He nudged me to spread my legs, and I did. My eyes lost focus as his erection slowly stretched me open. Slowly his tongue intertwined with mine and as my body opened up to his full length. I was full and stretched - a feeling so alien and perfect at the same time.

I kissed his sweaty face and helped him out of his t-shirt. I wanted to see all of him. His muscles rippled in the light of the room, and I hugged him, feeling too overwhelmed for words.

He started slowly at first, giving me time to adjust to his rhythm. When he saw that I was relaxed, his thrusts came faster and harder, as my body responded with pent up desire. His face was a mask of concentration with more emotions appearing in his hazel eyes. He kept whispering my name as he plunged into my depth. I raked my fingers along his back and arms, calling his name like he was my salvation.

In and out - over and over again - stimulating me beyond words. He flipped me over, thrusting faster and faster. He was close and so was I. His hands went to my breasts, squeezing them as he pulled me to him. I twisted my neck to face him. He kissed me so hard that it hurt. His thrusts grew erratic as he breathed harder. We held the kiss and this position for so long that when the sound of thunder reached us, it was as if our bodies elevated in fireworks.

In my mind, my body was burning bright, washing me clean. If I had any doubts at that moment, they ceased to exist, or rather they were lurking in the shadows of my mind. But for now, pleasure in his arms was heavenly.

Chapter 6

LORENZO

Stillbreathingheavily,Ihugged Crystal. She was sleek with sweat, and her warm skin was cooling slowly. We were both sitting on the floor naked and exhausted - but satisfied with our spent passion. My mind seemed to have no other thought than to absorb this moment with a full heart. The storm was gradually waning and soon we'd have to leave.

I looked down at her face: she looked content and sleepy. I wanted to ask her if she would regret this? Would she hate me for taking away her virginity? Yes, that aspect shocked me. Of all the women I'd been with, she was the first woman who was a virgin. I thought virgins were a myth in this day and age. It made me feel fulfilled, and most of all, like I now had a responsibility to be with and take care of her. I wouldn't mind that. Rather, I wanted to pull her into my arms and take her home. A voice was whispering in my head aboutmy oathand allegedaversionto the idea of love with someone.

However, looking at Chrystal, everything felt right, and the oath I made seemed meaningless. Perhaps I was getting ahead of myself. Maybe she had just used me to get pleasure, and all this was a ruse to end in blackmail. It seemed plausible: a young helpless woman who stayed behind to work with her boss and a storm kept her from leaving. Her boss then took advantage of it. The media would eat that up - hook, line, and sinker - especially if it went to court. She'd get a huge payout. Was Crystal capable of being that devious?

Since Luna, my trust for women had been negative. But with her looking so soft and helpless in my arms, I felt no anger at the thought. What is wrong with me?

"Oh… what time is it?" Crystal's eyes flew open, trying to focus.

I held her closer, smoothing her hair back. "Calm down, it should be some hours before midnight. As you can see the storm is almost gone." She had a soft look in her eyes that I wanted to keep there for as long as possible. I lowered my head to kiss her lips. She blinked rapidly and turned her face away.

"That's good. I need to leave now." She pushed my hands apart and rose to her feet. She wobbled slightly then stood steadily. It was only now that I could feel the cold filling up the space she left. What happened? Was she regretting this? I wanted to ask her that question but held back… maybe it's as she had said: she needs to get home.

As she went around the office picking up her clothes, I noticed how her right hand covered her abdomen - not her breasts or private parts but her abdomen. I remembered during the height of our pleasure that I noticed a thin almost faded scar just below her navel. I was curious as to what it was. She might feel insecure about it. I stood, picking my trousers up, wearing them.

Crystal had dressed haphazardly, but she didn't seem to care as she fussed over her hair. "Crystal," I called in a low voice while buttoning my t-shirt, "do you mind telling me about that scar?"

She paused a bit perplexed, "What scar?" There was a baffled look in her eyes, and she seemed somewhat evasive.

"On your abdomen…"

She was silent for a moment, which was enough time for me to get dressed. I thought she'd never answer, then she replied, "It was an… accident I had three years ago. Don't worry, I'm fine. It wasn't bad. I survived and I'm happy." She smiled sadly, and I could hear the nostalgia in her voice.

"I'm sorry about that, and I'm glad you're fine." She didn't reply to my words, a sign that she wanted this conversation to end. Sighing, I did my tie and gestured to the door. "Let's leave now. The storm has abated. I should take you home to be sure you're safe."

Panic flared in her eyes, "No! I can find my way home. It shouldn't be hard." Her voice was shaky and nervous.

I narrowed my eyes at her. She did this every time: whenever I asked to take her home, she refused. It looked like she was hiding something, but I felt she was nervous around me and afraid of taking me to her place.

“Crystal, be reasonable. It's late in the night and quite dangerous at this hour for a beautiful woman like you. You probably won't get a ride home considering this storm will have sent everyone home. How then would you get home? Trek?" I advanced on her, but she backed against the wall, her chest heaving.

"It… it's…. umm…mmm…" she stuttered, losing her ability to form words.

I eased my stance in an attempt to relieve her tension. "I'm just trying to help. I won't hurt you. What's so bad about me taking you home?" She shook her head, the panic in her eyes gone.

"Good. Let's go. We've spent too long here." I turned away, heading to the door. I didn't look back, but I heard the soft sounds of her heels. We were going…

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