LAST CHANCE TO BACK OUT

The drive to the love hotel was filled with this sexual tension I've never felt before in any of my lives.

She was sitting in the passenger seat, looking out the window as we listened to music but I could see in my peripheral vision that she would glance in my direction now and then.

Occasionally, her gaze would lower to my legs.

I wasn't able to see what she was seeing but I couldn't help but feel like I knew what about my legs she was interested in. Or rather, what was in between them.

Isabella wasn't a perverted person; if anything, she was the furthest thing away from it as the female lead of a wholesome romantic novel.

But no matter how wholesome and innocent a person you may be, knowing that you're heading to a hotel to have sex, it'd be weird if you weren't interested in what was about to penetrate you.

As we stopped at a red light, I slid my fingers in between hers.

She looked at our hands and if this was before, she would've shaken it off. However, what's a little hand-holding in comparison to sex?

And before any of you, dweebs, try and meme that hand-holding is too lewd, go F yourself.

I pulled her hand towards my face and kissed it, making sure to make eye contact with her before returning my gaze to the road as the light turned green.

Her hand began heating up and I could feel the steam beside me.

"We're here," I said.

As she got out of the car, she grabbed her shirt just below her neck area and began using it to fan herself.

Fun fact: It was extremely cold and wet outside.

"Want to back out?" I asked, standing in front of her who was a little too timid at the moment to even walk forward.

"...No," she shook her head. "I'm determined to find out the truth."

If you were to take that out of context, one would think that she was investigating a crime and this was a spy-genre novel or something but no. She was referring to finding out the truth of my words by letting me smash.

As a reader, you must feel like she's dumb and too easily manipulated.

But you must also remember that she had been rejecting me for a year and that when I did the same trick earlier, she had protected herself from the beast that I am by seeing through the lies I was spewing.

No, she is not dumb.

She's just at her limit.

All the words of others around her, positive and negative.

The promises of her sister and friends who claimed that I was lying about my promise. The promise that I made myself, one that she didn't know if it was the truth or not, all of this was pressing down on her shoulder and she was close to collapsing.

In a way, letting me have her as I wanted to, was her way of liberating herself from the weight.

In her mind, she was probably hoping that I wasn't lying so that she wasn't giving up her virginity based on lies.

But also, if I was lying, at least she was free to no longer care about what I was doing to her mentally by ignoring her.

It was a win/win situation.

We were in front of our room, the key in my hand.

I told her again, "It's never too late to back out, Izzy. I won't hold a grudge just because you change your mind. It's your body, your choice."

That sounded nice but I was pressuring her with the subtlety of my words if you were paying attention.

"You're right. My body... and this is the choice that I made."

We entered the room.

I watched as she looked at the room with awe; all four walls were made of mirrored glass and the only spots that didn't reflect were the door we just entered through and the door that led to the bathroom.

On the shelf were multiple boxes of condoms.

In the drawers that were elaborately kept open were sex toys.

Isabella had kept her mind and body clean for so long that just by being surrounded by this new world she'd never explored before, it was sending electrical shocks into her brain.

"So what do you think? Still want to do it?" I asked as I kept the door open and showed with the gesture of my arm that she was free to leave.

"Yes," she nodded as she stepped deeper into the room.

I closed the door and locked it.

She turned around and said, looking at me, "I... this is my first time. What do I need to do?"

"The first thing we need to do is shower and clean ourselves. Would you like to go first or should I?" I asked her.

"I'll go first," she answered rapidly, rushing her way into the bathroom.

I used my ability to watch her pacing around the bathroom, even staring at herself in the mirror, asking herself in a silent whisper if she was crazy.

"What am I doing here? Too late to back out now."

As she began undressing I deactivated the ability. Can't ruin the surprise now when I was so close to acquiring the holy grail I've been wanting to drink out of all this time.

Never before did the sound of water running in a shower feel so agonizing. My dick was rock hard, no longer needing to hide it from her as I was alone in the room.

She was so close, I could almost feel her boobs in my hands.

Closing my eyes, I imagined the feeling of entering her vagina. She was the female lead so it was expected that inside her would feel heavenly.

It would be a sensation that would only be possible for someone in a novel.

It would be a sensation that you, my dear readers, would never be able to experience in your life because it quite literally doesn't exist in your world.

Unless — unless you take drugs.

Then you could probably replicate it to some extent but I don't recommend drugs. Shit is too addictive.

Hearing the water turn off, I opened my eyes and waited for the door to open up.

I watched the door handle turn and emerging from the other side was a literal angel dressed in a bathrobe. Her hair was perfectly dried because she knew that there was no use making sure it was since she would be drenched in a different soon anyway.

"Your turn," she said as she robotically walked over to the giant bed that was shaped like a heart and sat down.

As a man, I had the advantage of being able to shower very quickly and dry my hair quickly as well.

Exiting the bathroom, I saw that Isabella hadn't even moved an inch from where she last was.

Her eyes were glued to the floor and I walked over to her, kneeling where she was looking. I used my index finger to lift her head.

The two of us looked at each other and I know this is a fancy word but it's the best word to describe.

The tension was palpable between the two of us.

And if you claim that palpable isn't a fancy word, go fuck yourself, you nerd.

As a gentleman, I gave her one last chance.

"After this, no more turning back. Are you sure, Izzy, that you'd like to proceed?" I asked as I began licking her fingers erotically.

She was embarrassed by what I was doing but didn't stop me. She nodded her head and responded, "It's fine. No need to keep asking."

"Your wish is my command," I chuckled as I stood up and pulled the belt of my bathrobe.

However, I made sure that the robe remained closed by holding it together with my hand. "If you want to see, then you'll have to drag my hand away."

"It's not that I want to see but... but it's necessary" she lied as she pulled my hand off my robe exposing my perfectly chiseled and shaped abs.

But directly below my abs which she was keeping her eyes on out of fear was the monster cock that was pulsating, screaming its desire to ravage the woman in front of it.

"Look down Izzy," I told her.

She gulped and did as I said.

"...It's massive," she said as her gaze focused on the mushroom tip that was looking up at her.

"Thank you," I said. I took the robe off and tossed it to the side. "There. Now... isn't it your turn?"

"...Yep," she quietly responded as she placed her hands on the belt and slowly began pulling. She stopped just as it was open to open up her robe. "Can I get a minute to catch my breath?"

"Take as long as you need," I responded.

I walked over to the shelf where the boxes of condoms were and began looking for one that would fit me.

Once I found the one, I looked at the mirror in front of me and saw that Isabella had been looking at me. Immediately, she turned her head around, pretending as if she hadn't been caught.

I walked back to her with the box in hand.

"Are you ready yet?" I asked her.

The conclusion that she came to was, "Close your eyes."

I did as she requested and when she informed me that I could open them, there she was in front of me, exactly as I had been imagining it all this time.

Honestly, I could've cried right then and there.

The colors of her nipples were a perfect pink color which I didn't think was possible. The size of her areola was a little on the smaller size but I didn't mind.

I was aware that a bra would always make it hard to tell the true size of someone's breasts but the difference in the shape I was used to and the one in front me was night and day.

'How did all that fit in those tight-ass bras?' I wondered.

Thankfully, her proportions weren't off. It'd be weird for her to have ginormous breasts while having a slim frame like those anime characters who are drawn by horny ass authors that get zero bitches and understands nothing about human anatomy.

"Can I?" I asked.

It took a little courage but she responded, "No need to ask. Just... just do whatever you want as long as you let me know beforehand so I can prepare my heart."

She didn't realize that those words she just uttered would be her downfall.

I placed my hand on her left breast and it sunk in them as if I was soaking in a pool of the greatest slime ever made.

I rubbed slightly on her nipple and I could see juices squirting out from between her legs.

'This will be fun,' I thought to myself as I tossed the box of condoms far away.