Her one-night-stand.

Part 2.

Coming back in the bedroom with two cups in his hands, she registered that the front of the man was just as amazing as the back. Abs tanned and outlined, chest firm. A smirk on his face, and she knew she had been staring. She felt her cheeks getting warm. The smirk turned in to a grin, and he gave her the cup "here you go, with milk". She leaned on the headboard, side eyeing the man who climbed back in the bed with her. There was a comfortable silence while both sipped their coffee.

"Are you feeling better?" he asked suddenly. She raised her eyebrows and looked at him. "You were having a hard time yesterday, you know", he looked at her empathetically "you told me all about your cheating boyfriend". She covered her face with her hand, "I'm so, so, sorry, I shouldn't be worrying you with this". He laughed "no its ok. I'm happy you look a little better today. Hungover, but better", he giggled again. Her face still pink from embarrassment, but she turned to him and looked in his eyes, searching for something. Her face turned serious, and she lifted her hand caressing his face. He leaned slightly in her touch, meeting her eyes. "You know I went to the club yesterday to have a one-night stand", her voice low almost like a whisper, "being a total gentleman, you took me in your home, gave me a shirt and a bed to sleep in, without trying to take advantage of my drunken self". His eyes widened, ready to say something about guys doing such things. But she beat him to it, cutting him of before he even could utter a single word, her lips met his.

Her fingers tugging his hair, thighs shivering and small moans rolling of her tongue. The man leaving small kitten licks on her lower abdomen, before his tongue went back to her glistening folds. She had never been so turned on, so needy to reach her high. And he just kept teasing her, fingers, mouth, and tongue all over her body. Her hands were reaching for him, to touch something, but he clasped her wrists in his big hands, placing them on the side of her body, smirking when he looked up over the smooth skin of her belly. He turned her around on her stomach, his hands caressing her neck, open mouth kisses leaving wet patches down her back. Warm breath on her butt cheeks, before his hands cupping her two halves, massaging the muscles slowly. She felt his mouth and tongue on her lower back and butt. Hands gliding up her inner thighs before they found their way to her clit. A shaky breath left her mouth, pressing her hips against his hands. He flipped her around again, hovering over her, kissing her needily. Her arms around his neck holding on to him for her life, kissing him back. Slowly holding on to her wrists, he released himself from her hold and kissed his way down on her. The last thing she saw was a big smirk on his lips before his tongue met her folds.

"Hi... sweetie, let's take a shower" his sweet voice whispered in her ear. She mumbled something he couldn't understand. A low laugh and she felt herself being swept of the bed and into his arms. Her legs around his waist and arms around his shoulders. She rested her head in the crock of his neck, letting herself be handled. He put her carefully down in the bathroom, turning the water on before he pulled down his shorts. The smile on his face was reassuring, and he held her hand pulling her in the shower with him. She couldn't resist, peeking down at his crotch. "Eyes up here sweetie!" laughter in his voice.

She closed her eyes feeling shy but met his lips when she could feel him kissing her. Hands slowly massaging her back, making her skin foamy with soap. The touches were something between massaging and washing, soft, slow, and tender. She pulled him closer, pushing her pelvis against his, feeling his arousal against her tummy. Her hands sliding down his shoulders and waist, going for the first touch of his length. Before she could reach it, her fingers were laced with his, a small giggle against her ear "Hands off sweetie, this is your one-night stand, your pleasure... maybe next time..." the promise in the words and his voice made her shiver. "Next time then," she whispered.

It was later, after heated make out in the shower and breakfast together, she was on her way out of his apartment. A quick kiss and she stepped outside. He watched her leaving, hoping to see her again, when she suddenly turned around. "What's your name?", her voice thin and shy. A smile formed on his face, "Felix". "Sofie", she smiled back and went off.