My beloved readers~

Long time no see? ... I'm sorry. And I'm not gonna come up with some lame excuses.

Anyway...my next chapter! <3

WARNING!!

This next chapter contains mildly ual content and therefore is not suitable for easily offended people!

Just so you can't say you didn't know...;)

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I felt closer to Sari than ever. And although I had just stood next to him, I already missed him. This was bad. I became so attached to Sari that I wasn’t sure how to overcome the pain of emptiness after he was going to leave the hotel. On my way up to his room, the desire of touching his lips one more time grew bigger and bigger. In my head I already imagined me bursting into his room, pinning him to the wall and not letting him get away. The soft “bing” of the elevator interrupted the picture of me ripping off Sari’s shirt and pulled me back into reality. A little scared of my own thoughts, I approached room no. 589 nervously. Without knocking, I opened the door carefully and peered into his room. Sari was lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling above him. His clothes had been tossed on the floor carelessly. No clothes. He was lying there in his bare underwear. I felt the pace of my heartbeat pick up and couldn’t concentrate on anything than his clearly visible abs. I automatically walked towards him slowly as if I was pulled by a greater force. It was unbelievable, but this man, who I had met only few days ago, attracted me more than anything else in this world. My imagination once again started bringing up pictures that Sari would have hated me for. He believed in my innocence, and even I myself was overwhelmed by those very…mature thoughts. I knew that nothing this way was ever going to happen between him and me, but I just wanted it. I had to feel him close. I just had to feel that he was mine.

I sat down next to him on the bed carefully. He looked startled, as though I had just awakened him out of a dream. “Chudith, what are you doing here?!”, he asked with a slightly higher-pitched voice than usual. I stared at his bare chest in amazement and he quickly pulled up his blankets. “Chudith?”, he repeated anxiously. I smiled and tried to sound as y as possible: “Hey baby. I just had to come see you.” He raised his eyebrow. “Are you alright? Is something wrong with your voice?”, he asked concerned. Obviously the y voice did not seem to impress him. Without saying a word, I lay down next to him, leaning on his chest. He followed my movements with questioning eyes. I leaned down to kiss his precious lips. Always when we touched, my body-temperature seemed to go up some degrees, and this deep and intense kiss increased this effect. But the heat only added to my desire of him and his body. I slid my right hand along the side of his face, over his shoulder, over his arm and by pushing away the blanket, over his bare chest. Suddenly, he caught my hand in the movement before being able to push away the blanket enough to reveal his complete upper body. I tried not to look too disappointed. “What are you doing, Chudith?”, he asked with narrowed eyes. “I don’t know”, I replied and tried to sound as innocent as possible. “I’m serious Chudith. Stop it!”, he said seriously. A bit cross, I sat upright and looked him in the eyes, while he pulled up the blanket again. “Sari – how am I supposed to keep my hand from you when you are lying there half- and I LOVE you?”, I said. He smirked lightly: “Maybe you shouldn’t have sneaked into my room!” I sighed: “But if I love you so much that I cannot wait to see you – even if I’d only have to wait a few minutes – if I am so drawn to you, that I basically run after you…Don’t you think it would be ok for me to want to do…things…with you? Like boyfriend-girlfriend things.” He shook his head: “No!” I started outlining his face with my finger again. “And if you just lie there without anything on”, I continued, “And you look so y. Who would be able to resist?” Again the compliment caused him to smirk. In my mind, I added that smirk to a list of things that drew me to him most. “A fifteen-year old girl that knows that I would never do anything like that to her innocence should be able to resist”, he said. Sometimes he was just so annoying! “Can’t you just once forget about that fifteen-year old fact?”, I asked with a playful grumpiness in my voice. “If you drop your requests of physical actions”, he answered and blushed a little. “It’s called , Sari”, I said dryly. Sometimes I had the feeling that he was the innocent one of us. “And you are so unfair. Physical attraction is a normal thing in a relationship. Besides-your unwillingness just leaves me more space for fantasies…”, I added with a cheeky smirk on my face. Sari hesitated. “Fantasies?”, he repeated. I kissed him one more quick time. “Fantasies!”, I nodded. I felt a bit ashamed of that, dirty, but I had to try everything to convince Sari. He had to have a weak spot somewhere…”You fantasise about me?”, he asked doubtfully. I got on my knees and roughly pulled away the blanket, leaving Sari’s perfect body uncovered. “Excuse me, have I not already explained to you that this”, I pointed at his whole flawless body, “is irresistible for anyone, especially someone that loves you as much as I do?” He laughed: “You’re making me blush!” With a sudden confidence, he pulled me down on his bare chest and kissed the tip of my nose. I raised one eyebrow: “Is that all I get?” He laughed his lovely laugh and I kissed him deeply. I think that the urge in the kiss surprised him a bit. Maybe he underestimated how much I really needed him? I flipped us over so that he lay on me and I could over the full length of his bare muscular back. “You…really…want…this?”, Sari whispered in between hot kisses and I held up his head a little so I could nod excitedly. He grimed dangerously. Then he slid his leg around mine and rolled us over again. He intertwined our fingers and pressed me down on the bed so that I couldn’t move anymore. Beginning at my forehead, he drew an invisible trail of kisses down my face, over my nose and lips along the line of my chin, down the side of my neck…With every new kiss, the tension in both our bodies grew. His lips now caressed my collarbone. When I suddenly didn’t feel his mouth touch me anymore, I opened my eyes just to see his questioning face. I gave him a reassuring smile. “Are you alright?”, he asked and I nodded happily. I freed my hands from his tight grip and turned us around once more. Then I sat down on his belly and stared into his pretty face. He tried to protest, but I shushed him by pressing a finger on his lips. This moment seemed so perfect. Too perfect, and I had the feeling that it would soon be over again. I was happy, we were both happy. I could see in Sari’s eyes that he was at least as excited as I was. I absorbed every centimetre of his beautiful bare body, not only with my eyes, but also with impatient fingers sliding over his shoulders downwards.  What appealed to me most was his happy smile, the feeling of absolute contentment. “I love you”, he whispered and I laughed joyfully and leaned forward to once again melt into a loving kiss. His hands slid along the top of my dress and his fingers played with the zipper at the back. I rolled my eyes: “Just do it already!” He smiled and carefully pulled it downwards. In our next kiss, his fingers sweetly caressed my skin under the opened zipper, on the top of my back. I shivered a little under his touch, while warmth spread through my whole body. I touched the tip of Sari’s upper lip with my tongue and he responded with a happy smile. Just as his tongue was about to touch mine, the loud ringing of a phone made me jerk up. “What was that?”, I asked in shock. Disappointedly, Sari flattened out on the bed under me and patted around the nightstand in search of his mobile phone. When he found it, he switched it off and threw it somewhere on the bed. “That my love”, he said and closed the zipper of my dress again, “was the alarm that tells us that we have to stop and get ready for the club.” I sighed. He was right, we had agreed on meeting the others in the club at ten. “Can’t they start without us?”, I asked frustrated. But no, of course this perfect moment had to be ruined and after one last intense kiss, I went downstairs to put on a different, less fancy dress.