Chapter 20: Chapter 20
"Well, there's no other way to say this, I came here to lose my virginity."
He sips on his wine and says nothing. He awaits the continuation of my story.
"I am. I mean, I was-", correcting myself, "I was in a long-term relationship with my boyfriend, Err, ex-boyfriend for more than seven years, and well-" I try to find the right words to say, "He, we, never even had sex at all. Not even once," I chuckle. On the other hand, Dmitri chokes in his own wine,
"What?", his eyes are bewildered from what he heard.
"Yep. I am here, aren't I?" I sarcastically retort his disbelief. I drink more wine to the last drop and pour another one. Oh, this is good. A hot bath and a bottle of wine under the clear night sky.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to sound rude," he tries to explain unnecessary things.
"None taken," I quickly answer.
"He's either, asexual, gay, or just stupid," he revolts into a hilarious remark.
I cackle uncontrollably, "I'll go with the last one, then."
My boring sentiments about my ex-boyfriend continue for God knows how long. But this man never complains about my chattiness. He engages in our conversation with the sincerity of knowing more things about me, rather than talking highly of himself, something that Seigfried always does whenever we hang out. He never even once sat with me and listen to my babbling when I have problems. But why do I keep comparing Seid to this man? As I went along with my stories, Dmitri's interests remained. He was always attentive and responsive. If I would give him a quiz right now, surely he would pass. I talked to him about that 7th anniversary we recently had in Prague. I told him about SEXONITE. Surprisingly, he knew about that community and even participated once, according to him. Of course, I didn't only tell him about my toxic relationship with Seid but also told him more of myself, my job, where I live, my business, almost everything, in just a night.
"I hope my story didn't bore you in any way," I worriedly asked.
"Not a bit, I find everything about you interesting," he says. I am dumbfounded by the fact that someone like him is interested in me, enough to invest his time with me. I mean, I am used to getting attraction from the opposite sex, but most of them would only want to go in between my thighs. Realizing how much precious time he is spending with me right now, I smile at him and say something very hilarious.
"But even if I want to give my virginity to you, it has already been taken by someone I don't know, a gentleman from SEXONITE," I laugh. But he doesn't seem surprised about it, so out of curiosity I asked,
"You're not surprised?"
"Why would I? With such beauty, I am pretty sure men there themselves at you the very moment you set foot in Austria. Just like that man from the bar. I would have jumped at you the moments I first laid my eyes on you," he confidently look me in the eyes while saying this. His words thrust my heart like crazy.
But having a quick brain reflex my tactless mouth opens and speaks out on its own, "Then why didn't you? When you met me at the bar, why didn't you jump at me? You could've been my first," I cover my mouth trying not to upset him.
Instead of getting angry, he just smiles at me and gently snatches the wine glass away from my hand and puts it and his wine glass at the platform of the hot tub. Then he pulls my body near him. Our faces are now an inch away. The smell of the wine coming out of his breath is so enchanting. Our eyes meet, his damn sexy green eyes cross mine. For some minutes we have a staring contest which later on makes me feel a little embarrassed. The way he looks at me melts my heart away. I feel my strength escaping my legs because of his prowess. So I have no choice but to look away. But he leads my face back to him and gently touches my cheek, "Don't look away, I like seeing the whole you, your eyes, your nose, and your lips."
I gulp because of this intense sensation I am feeling right now. Is it because of the warm temperature coming out of the tub, why do I feel so hot? It seems my cheeks are red. Is it from the wine? Am I drunk now?
He traces my face with his fingers, his thumb ends up playing my lower lip. The way he holds me, I want more of him. But how? How can I ask him to do it?
Then he states something that almost makes me squeal, "About your question, I try my best to control myself not to take you on the first time I saw you. You don't know how hard it is for me not to touch you. And one more thing, I don't care about your virginity. Virgin or not, as long as it's you, that's all I care about," he caresses the back of my ears using his fingertips while declaring his desire for me. What else can I do, I wet my lips and bite them, giving him a go signal to take me now.
His fingers continuously play with my cheeks, ears, and my neck, then he blows to my ears before he whispers, "Do you want to go now to that king-size bed?"
I hold his neck with both hands and hungrily command him,
"No, I want you to take me, right here, right now."
I don't know what comes to my mind when I said those words. Probably because, this is what I've been longing for the whole time, someone who would want me, someone who would hold me with burning desires, my own cravings, a virgin's cravings.