# Chapter 4:

Melinda's POV

"Are you sure?" he whispered, his voice husky against my ear.

"Yes," I nodded, nervous but certain deep down this was what I wanted.

He kissed me again, this time more gently yet deeply. I felt his hands begin to explore my body, sliding from my neck to my collarbone, then to the buttons of my dress.

He unfastened my top buttons, revealing my lace bra. I watched his eyes fixate on my chest, a smile playing on his lips before his palm gently covered my breast. Through the thin lace fabric, I could feel the size and warmth of his hand.

"I like your lingerie," he murmured, bending to kiss my neck, his tongue lightly tracing my skin, sending shivers down my spine.

His hand continued downward, fingers slipping inside my underwear. When he touched my most sensitive spot, my back arched involuntarily. His fingers gently massaged my clitoris, drawing a moan from me as I closed my eyes, losing myself in the sensation.

"Open your eyes," he commanded, his voice low and firm, "I want to see your reactions."

I obeyed, opening my eyes to meet his gaze. As his fingers continued to massage me, exploring my folds, I felt myself growing wetter. He skillfully coated his fingers in my juices, each touch making me crave more.

When he prepared to insert a finger, I grabbed his wrist, stopping him.

"I should tell you," I whispered, my heart pounding, "I'm a virgin."

I nervously awaited his reaction, afraid this news might turn him away. But Michael just looked at me silently for a few seconds, then smiled. "I figured," he answered, his voice tinged with gentleness as he leaned forward to nibble my earlobe, "I'll be gentle with you."

I felt relief wash over me, mingled with anticipation. His finger entered me slowly, uncomfortable at first but quickly transforming into a wonderful sensation. His finger was long, curving inside me and suddenly touching a spot that made my whole body tremble.

"Right there," he whispered, seeing my reaction. He continued stimulating that spot while his thumb massaged my clitoris. I felt heat pooling in my abdomen, my body chasing the sensation instinctively.

"Let it happen," Michael encouraged, increasing the pace of his fingers. I felt an unprecedented wave of pleasure surge through me, my body tensing before suddenly releasing as I let out a long moan.

In the afterglow of my orgasm, I felt Michael's fingers leave me. He gazed deeply into my eyes while unfastening the remaining buttons of my dress. "Nice body," he commented, his voice deep, "but I want to see more."

Blushing, I found a courage I'd never known before. I stood up and slowly removed my remaining clothes: first my dress slipping to my feet, then my top completely off. My breasts nearly spilled from my bra, and I saw Michael lick his lips.

I unhooked my bra, letting it fall, then slipped off my underwear, standing naked before him. I felt both shy and strangely empowered, seeing his reaction so evident. His athletic pants bulged prominently, displaying his arousal.

I noticed his expression tightening, and as he bit his lip, I realized his canine teeth seemed sharper than normal. This discovery didn't frighten me but instead added a strange thrill.

Michael extended his hand: "Come here," he said softly, his voice carrying a hint of urgency.

I walked toward the bed, and he guided me to stand between his legs. His hands rested on my hips, gently pulling me closer. My hands settled on his shoulders, feeling the firmness of his muscles. He looked up at me, golden-brown eyes flickering with an emotion I couldn't quite interpret.

"Do you want to touch me?" he asked, his voice rough.

I nodded, unsure where to begin. He took my hand and placed it on his chest. I could feel his heartbeat, strong and steady.

With his encouragement, I pushed against his chest with one hand, making him lie back on the bed. My other hand, guided by him, slid down, brushing over his abs until reaching the waistband of his athletic pants. Continuing downward, I caressed his erection through the fabric, feeling its length and hardness. I was surprised by its size—it felt almost as thick as my arm.

Michael gently guided my hand inside his underwear. When my fingers wrapped around his penis, I was startled to feel it pulse in my hand. It was so hard, yet with a velvety texture, its heat transferring through my palm. I'd never imagined a man's body would respond like this, as if it had its own life and will.

"That's it," Michael whispered, instructing me how to hold it, how to move up and down. I tried to mimic his directions, feeling its weight and pulse in my hand. Each time my palm glided over the tip, he would release a satisfied sigh, letting me know I was doing it right.

I couldn't help licking my lips as I stared at it.

"Want to taste?" Michael asked, as if reading my thoughts.

I slowly nodded, feeling his hand gently caress my hair, guiding me closer. He sat up, removed his shirt revealing perfect muscle definition, then pulled down his pants and underwear, fully exposed before me.

Under his guidance, I lowered my head, opening my mouth to take the tip of his penis. It tasted slightly salty but not unpleasant, smooth yet firm. I tried licking the tip with my tongue, then moving up and down the shaft while using my hand to grip what wouldn't fit in my mouth.

"Yes, just like that," Michael groaned, his fingers running through my hair, guiding but not forcing. "Use your tongue," he suggested, and I obeyed, trying to circle the tip with my tongue, eliciting a satisfied moan from him.

I grew bolder, attempting to take him deeper, letting him reach the back of my throat. Despite some discomfort, seeing Michael close his eyes, head tilted back, expression full of pleasure, I felt an unprecedented power and satisfaction.

"You're amazing," he breathed, fingers gently tugging my hair, a sensation that strangely excited me more. I continued pleasuring him, varying speed and depth, observing which movements made him more vocal.

Finally, Michael gently pulled me away. "Enough, my turn now."

He guided me to lie down, then positioned himself above me. He retrieved a condom from the bedside table, quickly putting it on before kissing me as his hands parted my legs.

"This might hurt a little," he warned, adjusting himself at my entrance, "but I'll try to be gentle."

I nodded, ready for this moment. He pushed in slowly, and the initial pain made me gasp. He immediately stopped, waiting for me to adjust. "Relax," he said softly, fingers caressing my face, "breathe deeply."

I obeyed, taking a deep breath and slowly exhaling. As I relaxed, he continued, the pain diminishing significantly. His fingers found my clitoris again, gently rubbing to distract me.

When he was fully inside, I experienced an unprecedented feeling of fullness. He remained still, allowing me to adjust to his size. "Are you okay?" he asked softly, and I nodded, despite some discomfort, feeling a stronger, wonderful sense of satisfaction.

He began moving slowly, each motion careful. Gradually, the pain completely disappeared, replaced by increasingly intense pleasure. I found myself matching his rhythm, meeting each thrust.

"That's it," he encouraged, gradually increasing his pace. His hands gripped my hips, adjusting the angle until his penis hit a spot inside me that made me cry out.

"Right there, isn't it?" he asked, and I could only nod, beyond words. He concentrated on that spot while continuing to stimulate my clitoris. The combination quickly brought me near another climax.

"Michael," I gasped, "I'm close."

"Come for me," he commanded, his voice deep and dominant, "I want to feel you tighten around me."

His words and continued stimulation pushed me over the edge. As the orgasm hit, my entire body felt electrified with an unprecedented release that made me call out his name, my inner walls clenching around him.

But Michael wasn't satisfied yet. His thrusts became faster and more powerful, and I felt my body burning hot, my heart racing faster and faster. I felt like my body might break, like the skin below might tear, but it didn't. I kept telling myself I could handle it, I could still take more.

After what seemed like an eternity, I felt his body tense as he buried himself deep inside me, releasing a deep growl that I could feel pulsing within me. The sound was almost inhuman, yet incredibly sexy in that moment.

Afterward, we lay pressed together, sweat making our skin stick, our breathing gradually steadying. I felt an unprecedented satisfaction and intimacy, yet also a strange bewilderment. I had just lost my virginity to someone I barely knew. But a part of me insisted this was right.

As we gradually calmed, Michael gently withdrew from me, removed and disposed of the condom, then got up to put on his underwear. I also sat up and began putting on my undergarments, feeling a strange mixture of emotions—satisfaction, shame, and a touch of reluctance to leave.

That's when I noticed the change in Michael. In the moonlight, his pupils were dilated, and his eyes had changed from golden-brown to a bright red that almost seemed to glow in the darkness.

Had I climaxed too hard? Was I seeing things?

I quickly finished dressing. "See you around," I managed to say.

Walking back to my dorm, the night breeze dispelled some of my fears, but questions still lingered in my mind: What had I just witnessed? Why did his eyes change color?