He removed his fingers from my core and licked the sticky cum. “Mmm...” he said, closing his eyes.

I stared at him in shock. What the hell...

He laughed at my expression. “You taste sweet and salty, Ruella.” With that he stood on his feet and padded towards the wash basin.

I trailed quietly behind him, not knowing what to do. Was this the end of the act? What happens now? Do we get to go our separate ways, not seeing each other again? How would things play out?

I watched him wash his fingers with soap as he cleaned and rubbed them cleaning the space between the fingers, the nails and even his palms. I’d never seen anyone bother to clean their hands the way he did.

His grey eyes met mine in the mirror’s reflection and he looked back at me. “You followed me to the wash-basin.” he chuckled, looking back at me. He closed the tap and turned around to face me.

I shifted on my feet, gathering the courage to speak what was on my mind. “I, uh....”

My heart was beating rapidly as the following thoughts sprang in my brain:

Will he think I’m a moron for asking this? He probably wants me gone so that he can fuck another girl after I leave. Why did it matter if he fucked another girl? This was a sex hotel, obviously people came here to fuck each other! Why does it matter what’s he going to do after you leave? You can find and fuck another guy if you feel like!

“Earth to Ruella!” he snapped his fingers repeatedly, stooping in front of me. A concerned expression was ebbed on his face. “Is something wrong?”

I gulped. He looked handsome up close. Why didn’t I notice that before when we fucked? I was so immersed in that lustful haze that I didn’t get to appreciate his beauty. He would take his time in complementing me and not be shy of my nakedness but here I am not appreciating his beauty.

I chose my next words carefully. “Is it... uh” Oh shit... why are you stammering. Is this public speaking? “Whatever we did,” he nodded patiently, not a hint of irritation on his features. “.... is it over between us? What happens now?” I tucked my beneath my back, praying I didn’t make a fool of myself.

“Do you want it to be over?” he shrugged. He turned back momentarily and dried his hands on the towel, near the sink.

Oh.

What was I supposed to say to that? Do I want him to fuck me till the night ends? Were people waiting outside to rent the room impatiently....

“I really liked how you treated me with dignity and respect.” The words flowed out without thinking.

Too late.

He was genuinely surprised. “I never expect such reviews from my sexual partners.” He blinked. “You’re the first one to tell me.” He released a long breath, smiling to himself. “I’m glad you felt that way. Truly.” He replied, placing his palm on his chest, giving me a gracious bow.

“So...” I began.

“So?” he asked, as he proceeded to the bedside to wear his clothes. My heart sank. He doesn’t want more. He’s done with me.

“Was I that bad in bed?” I asked fiddling with my fingers nervously. I needed to know first hand from him so that I didn’t repeat this with other men.

He saw that and stopped what he was doing. “Ruella, you were a virgin. You were inexperienced and didn’t know the nitty-gritties of sexual-”

I opened my mouth to speak but he held up his hand, making me pause.

“But that isn’t something to be ashamed of or feel low about yourself. I honestly feel that with the right guidance of a sexual partner, you’ll learn how to go about doing a sexual act.”

I blinked. “What?”

“Yes.” he replied, proceeding to buckle his jeans and then he picked up his shirt. He gave me a quick look from top to bottom and pointed to the door. “You aren’t changing back into your clothes? I will be leaving in a few minutes.”

Oh no, he’s going for good. My chest began to heave. I started to feel helpless.

“Ruella?”

Maybe I should just stop worrying about all this and get another sexual partner. But the worry of the next one being as caring and gentle as this guy was nagging me. What if I don’t enjoy it? What if he doesn’t talk to me like how this guy is doing?

“Ruella!”

I jump when calls out my name. I must have been lost in my thoughts again. Oh silly me!

He was standing a few inches in front of me, tipping my chin to meet his eyes. “I’ve been noticing something is bothering you.” he said earnestly. My breath faltered being so close to him “Can you tell me what it is?”

“You haven’t told me your name.” I began, swallowing.

“And?” he breathed. “I know there is something else...”

“C-can you fuck me again, please? I’ve never felt something like this before and I feel that I won’t find another sexual partner that will make me feel, the way you’ve made me feel.” I replied in a rush. “I was thinking we try something differently, perhaps.” My cheeks were hot at my newfound boldness.

Silence.

I heard the humming of the air conditioner and the slight chill that crept up my arms. His eyes never left mine and I stared into those grey pools, hoping to get lost.

“Get in the shower.” he said.

“I don’t have a fresh set of clothes-”

“Don’t bother with that, love.” he said, slowly running his thumb across my lower lip. “I’ll have something for you after we are done. My name is Kay, and ne never disappoints his partners.” His thumb travelled down to my chin and from there he stopped to round his fingers once around my right breast and did the same to the left breast.

I wish he did more to my breasts, like suck my nipples with his mouth or bit and tease them like he did earlier, but I paused my sexual fantasies so that I could feel it explode within me when I started to cum in the bathroom.

I nodded and with that I padded to the shower, my heart pounding in my ears, excited. I heard him rustling through the bedroom. He picked up the phone in the room service and asked for something in a low voice.