The Day Of The Villa Essay
I put my hands on his waist and we kissed, for what it seemed like an eternity. My lips felt bruised by the brutality of his kiss.
He grabbed my neck and pulled me closer to him. I moaned loudly. We crossed the threshold of his room with our lips glued to each other while taking our clothes off. “Wait.” “Now what?” He asked exasperated. Not wanting any awkwardness between us later, I thought we needed some ground rules. “I think we need to set some rules.”
Smiling he asked, “What do you have in mind?” He inquired as he lifted his eyebrows in mockery. “It’s not what you think…All I ask is that you do not expect more than I can offer.” He laughed. “I can live with that.”
Moving closer, he kissed me around my neck as I spoke. “No phone calls.” “I am with you so far, Isabel.” He continued with his seduction. “No sleepovers.” He kissed me behind my ear. “And the most important rule of all. No stings attach.” He stopped kissing me and stared at me angrily.
Wrapping his arms around my waist, he began to trail kisses down my neck, and behind my ears. He kicked his shoes off and began to help me undressed.
He unfastened my bikini top and bottom in record time, then lifted his polo shirt over his head and dropped it on the floor, following by unzipping his jeans and dragging them, along with his boxer short down his…