[Warning! This Chapter Contains Mature content Not Suitable For Young Readers]

"Hey, hey, Lucia, come on. Don't tell me you're crying because of that." Callum chuckled 

Lucia's stubborn response came forth. "When did you see me cry?" She said, while blinking the tears away that threatened to fall off. She felt guilty and ashamed. Great, my first night with a man and I almost destroyed his thing. "Oh my gosh, you're not going to have babies. It's going to be useless." She said out loud, feeling sorry for him. 

Callum's left eye twitched when he heard that. "Lucia, listen to me. I'm going to make lots of babies in the future. Only if you work with me here, okay? Now let's focus." He said, feeling frustrated. He was damn tired of waiting. He just wished for this evening to be over. This had been the most torturous moment of his sexual life. And he'll be damned if anyone gets to hear of this. He thought, hoping to keep this a secret.

Callum placed his hand over hers again, this time guiding her towards his member. He moved her hand up and down in a slow motion, making her feel his hardness. He gradually increased the speed, which created a rhythmic sound. Callum closed his eyes, reeling in pleasure. Although Lucia couldn't see his facial expression, she knew he was enjoying himself from the sounds he made. Which made her body tremble, but she quickly shook her head, trying to distract her mind. She started counting sheep in her head, hoping it would stop.

Just as she was about to successfully distract herself, Callum suddenly reached out to the back of her head and pulled her in for a kiss. He deepened the kiss, as the movement of their hands increased its pace again. He felt himself about to reach the edge. He quickly pulled away from her mouth and removed Lucia's hand. He got up from the bed, as his hot stuff sprayed all over his palm. 

Callum stood there for a moment, breathing deeply as he eventually calmed down.

Lucia waited for a response, but heard nothing. She called out, "Callum, are you still there?" He answered with a teasing tone, "What? You want to go at it again?" 

Lucia felt her face heat up. "What are you talking about? Why would I want to do that? My arms ache already." She said, feeling sore and tired. 

Only the sound of his footsteps could be heard before he paused and spoke "I think I saw a bathroom in here. I'll be back. I'm going to clean up." He walked towards a door, as if he knew where it was. 

Lucia sat still on the bed, feeling awkward. Callum opened the door and turned on the switch. The bathroom light flooded the room, making Lucia squint. She was startled by the sudden brightness. 

But that wasn't even the most shocking part. What she saw made her freeze in her tracks. There, standing by the door, was a tall figure. His pants hung low on his waist, and he was shirtless, revealing a chiseled, strong back. His skin had a healthy tan, and he looked like he had stepped right out of a painting. This was nothing like the person she had seen earlier when they were dancing. What on earth was going on? She couldn't help but wonder.

As she watched him stroll into the bathroom, she slowly began to regain her senses. She gasped and glanced around the dimly lit room. With the bathroom light as her guide, she quickly spotted her mask. Hiking up her dress to cover her chest, she gracefully slipped down from the bed and made her way to the table.

Even if he had seen my body, I can't allow him to see my face. What if I bump into him outside someday? That would truly be embarrassing. A hookup is a hookup. She mumbled under her breath.

She looked around and saw the mess they had made. She felt ashamed of herself. Good job, Lucia. The one time you left the house, you decided to spread your wings and your legs. Shame on you.

Her eyes darted around the room, searching for her bra amidst the tangle of bedsheets and discarded clothes. With a triumphant "Aha!" she spotted it, lying innocently on the floor. She darted over and swiftly wriggled into it, giving herself a mental high-five for her quick find.