Arya asked, blushing.
"Yes, I am. What do you say?"
"I also like you, so I accept to be your girlfriend," Arya said, smiling brightly.
He leaned close, staring into her eyes. "I love you," he said.
Placing his hands under her legs, he slowly lifted her. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he slammed his lips onto hers.
He couldn't get enough of her lips—he wanted more but wanted to savor every moment. His tongue glided over her lips, tugging gently at them, earning a throaty moan from her.
She was running out of breath, but he seemed drunk on her, unable to pull away. She placed her hand on his chest, gently pushing him back.
He finally pulled away, watching her chest rise and fall as she caught her breath. Somehow, this gave him satisfaction.
He walked to the bed and placed her down. Hovering over her, his eyes roamed every curve of her body.
He buried his head into her neck and began placing kisses along her shoulder. While his mouth and tongue worked, his hands slowly undressed her.
He gently unhooked her bra and slid the straps off her shoulders, tossing it aside.
Arya moaned as Kelvin nibbled and sucked on a spot on her neck. Her moans were music to his ears.
His lips traveled to her chest. He liked leaving marks on her neck, but now he wanted his lips on her breasts.
Lifting his head slightly, he stared at them and smirked. They were the perfect size—not too big, not too small.
He cupped one in his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.
"Ahh," she moaned, moving her hips against his. She could feel his shaft pressing against her.
All she could think about was having him inside her. It was her first time, and she was scared, but she wanted him badly.
While his hands and tongue worked on her chest, she found the strength to unbutton his shirt and tossed it aside.
He continued kissing her belly, moving lower. He finished removing her dress and tossed it across the room.
"Fuck," he cursed when he saw her lace panties—red, his favorite color. She was driving him insane and didn't even know it.
He slowly pulled her panties down her slender legs and tossed them aside, kissing her inner thighs.
The closer he got to her core, the more she squirmed. He licked her, and her mouth fell open, eyes rolling back.
"Oh God," she cried out in pleasure as he devoured her. Her hands tangled in his hair, tugging and pulling.
He groaned and slipped a finger inside her. He wanted her weak under his touch, wanted her crying out his name.
His tongue and fingers worked in sync.
"Aughhh," she moaned as she came. She tried closing her legs, but he pulled them apart. She trembled, breathless.
He pulled away and looked at her—eyes shut, biting her lip.
"Fucking beautiful," he whispered. He pulled his pants off and met her lips again, letting her taste herself on his tongue.
"Please," she begged as he teased her clit again with his fingers.
He slipped two fingers inside her and groaned.
Seeing she was inexperienced, he took control. She moved her hips with his hand, moaning louder with every motion.
She came again, scratching his back. He hissed, pulled out his fingers, and licked them.
"What do you want, Arya?" he asked, voice raspy.
"Fuck me," she panted. "I need you inside me—please," she begged.
He smirked and slid his boxers down. She bit her lip, eyes glued to him.
"Hmm, like what you see?" he teased.
"Oh yes, I do—those abs, that tattoo… damn."
"Fuck, Arya, you don't know how hard it was trying to stay calm. I'm going to fuck you senseless," he said, voice rough.
He pumped himself, then positioned between her legs. He thrust in, and she screamed in pain.
His eyes widened—she was a virgin.
"Arya, you're a vir—" he started, but she cut him off.
"Kelvin, don't stop," she moaned.
He continued, slow at first. When she adjusted, he picked up the pace, pulling her closer.
"Fuck," he groaned—she was so tight. He could barely control himself.
"I'm com—" she tried to say but couldn't finish.
He watched her as she came, eyes rolling back. He flipped her onto her belly and raised her on her elbows and knees.
He thrust into her again, harder.
She drove him crazy. The tighter she got, the closer he came. He slowed, but she whined.
"What's wrong?" he asked teasingly.
"Please," she begged.
"What do you want?" he asked, thrusting slowly.
"Fuck me hard and faster—please!" she cried.
He did, pounding into her. The room filled with their moans and cries.
She came again, gripping the sheets. He slapped her ass, and she moaned softly.
She pushed him down on the bed, straddled him, and slowly slid down his shaft.
"Ahh… Are you sure you can manage that, princess?" he teased.
She smirked and began riding him, surprising him with how good she was.
"Fuck," he moaned, gripping her hips.
She squeezed her breasts, head falling back as she rode faster.
She came again. He pulled her to the edge of the bed, still inside her, and began thrusting again.
She screamed into a pillow. He snatched it away—he wanted to see her face.
"Kelvin!" she cried, body trembling.
"Fuck!" he groaned, feeling her about to cum again.
"Wait—don't cum yet!" he said.
"I can't," she whimpered, tightening around him.
He groaned, pulled her up, and buried his head in her neck. She bit his shoulder as they both came.
"Fuck, Arya!" he cursed, pulling out and releasing all over her face. She moaned in bliss.
He chuckled and slapped her ass. "You're a bad girl," he said, checking his shoulder.
"Sorry," she whispered, and he smiled.
They laid in bed, catching their breath. Before he could ask for round two, Arya fell asleep—and so did he.