When I realize the person on the other side of the door is Zac, my jaw drops, and a series of different emotions run through my body.

 ‘Oh my Gosh what is he doing here? What does he want from me now? Should I open? Or should I just ignore him? He said we can’t do this. That’s what he said!’

I frown, feeling puzzled about what to do. My heart beats so fast that I’m afraid he might hear it.

He’s so hot! Even though the peephole, I think, letting out a half smile. He stands there a few more seconds and then he exhales resignedly. He turns to leave, but I can’t let him go. I just can’t.

I open the door and he freezes. Then he slowly turns stares at me with his piercing blue eyes.

My lips curve up into a sweet smile. He grins causing my heart to pound hard and fast against my ribcage. We step forward and hug abruptly just before our tongues start dueling fervently. I feel my blood pressure rise and I know, deep inside, this time I may really lose it. Yet, I don’t care. I let myself go, enjoying the tenderness of his warm lips. 

He frantically pushes me inside the apartment using the heel of his leather boot to shut the door with a kick. I don’t know what’s behind me and if we’ll end up falling on the floor, but I’m so excited that I’ve stopped thinking rationally.

Suddenly, Zac lifts me up and pushes me against the wall, causing me to grunt and moan. I breathe deeply through my nostrils and I savor his scent before exhaling the air from my lungs. I bit my bottom lip tightly and I close my eyes, wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his wide, muscular back.  

Zac’s hot breath washes on my chin just before his tongue starts tracing a trail up to my neck. My breathing quickens even more, and as he delicately nibbles my earlobe, I twitch and let out a groan. I’m out of control. This guy knows what he’s doing, and I won’t be able to resist. 

His groans merge with my short gasps, and when he starts slowly sliding the front of his jeans back and forth over my womb, I can’t help dropping my jaw into a silent scream.

I’m almost out of breath and I my folds are moist and hot. The heat on the front of my leggings makes my heart beat faster and faster. 

I haven’t been with a man for so long, but I have never been with a real man.

He takes his time, he has no rush, and he’s driving me insane.

His stubble scratches my skin and his sexy scent is now even stronger. His tender lips give me goosebumps as he brushes them down my neck. He sneaks his hand into my cleavage and cups one of my breasts, delicately pinching my hard nipple.

I let out short little gasps. I feel overwhelmed. His breathing quickens, and he groans on my shoulder, tucking the left cup of my bra to one side. My brows furrow. I would say anything to him now. My breath pushes my belly in and out, and when he slowly brushes his tongue and nibbles the sensible turgid tip of my breast, I throw my head back letting out a grunt in my throat. 

Very slowly he starts swirling his tongue around my nipple and then he softly blows on it, making me suck my teeth. I frown clawing my nails on his leather jacket, and I wrap my legs around his hips even tighter. His excitement is blatant and I’m so wet that I can’t wait to let him into me.  

He keeps rubbing his crotch over my womb, groaning against my upper chest. His steamy breath washes my skin and an intense heat irradiates into my core, but all of a sudden I feel a series of vibrations coming from his groin.

‘Oh no, it can’t be!’

 He grunts and exhales, slowly rolling his tongue around my nipple and when he throws his head back and closes his eyes, a slight frowns springs on my face.

I thought he was tough and cool, and that he knew what he was doing. I can’t believe he’s done! I think disappointingly.

“Shit!”  he groans. 

‘Here we go, Grace. You got it all wrong again. He’s a fake.’

He sneaks his left hand into his pocket, leaving me baffled for a second, then he holds his smartphone against his ear.

“Yeah?” He growls keeping my back up against the wall.

When I realize the tremors on his crotch were due to his phone buzzing, I can’t help letting out an ironic smile.

  I don’t know whether to be angry with whoever interrupted us or be relieved that he’s still hot and cool.

‘Perfect timing’ I pout my lip frustratingly, listening to him speaking into his damn smartphone.

“Damn it! Alright, I’ll be up in a sec,” he groans just before putting me down.

I let out a short moan and I raise an eyebrow.

“I’m sorry Grace, I need to go.” He says quickly heading to the door.

“Where are you? Zac, I-” I squeal, still standing with my breasts partially exposed. But he’s gone and the door shuts before I can’t even finish my sentence.

I let myself slide down the wall and I lay on the floor sad and confused.

I’m angry for having kissed him, and God knows what else might have happened hadn’t he received that call. But what makes me even angrier is he left without any explanation. For a moment I wonder if it was his girlfriend calling or even his wife. That would really piss me off, I think chewing the corner of my lip pensively.

The warm and sticky sensation on the front of my panties suddenly reminds me how excited I’ve gotten and as I recall those brief, yet intense moments, I feel my lips drying. My heart starts beating faster and I can’t help thinking of him. His hands exploring my body. His breath washing on my neck. His warm tongue brushing against my skin.

I instinctively slide my hand down my belly, and sneak my hand into my panties, finishing what he didn’t.

‘Damn you Zac!’