[R18 Content contained in this Chapter. Please, be warned.]
The air became more tense as Zaria's finger lingered on the last button of Rino's pajama shirt.
Her touch served as a strong challenge to the walls he thought he had built around himself.
His breath hitched. His resolve dissolved. He was giving in, or, he had already given in.
As her hands traveled his chest, he caught her wrist, pulling her closer.
He will go all in since that's what she wanted. His thumb brushed delicately against the pulse point beneath her skin.
Zaria's breath now came in ragged gasps, a slight change in her initial composure seeming to boost Rino's morale.
Gently, he cupped her face, tracing the curve of her jawline as if he wanted to feel something... different than what he now felt.
Zaria shut her eyes and fluttered.
Rino leaned in closer and kissed her again. Slower, deeper, they got drowned in the moment.
Zaria kept sliding her hands up Rino's bare chest, her long nails softly grazing his skin.
Rino groaned.
Zaria pulled back, just in time to meet Rino's gaze. She kept her stare intense, as if she was searching for something inward, within.
"Tell me you want this," she whispered, her breath hitched, her voice sounding with the slightest tremble.
Rino answered with no words.
His hands moved over to her damp hair, which felt cool since she had a shower not long ago, and he guided her down onto the bed.
Then, came the rustling of sheets beneath them. Zaria's oversized shirt slowly slipped off her shoulder to reveal the pale slope of her collarbone.
Caressingly, Rino pressed his lips on her collarbone, causing Zaria to elicit a gasp that dissolved into laughter.
"Rino," she called again, tightening her fingers in his hair, her voice softer than it had been.
Rino lingered, savoring the warmth of her skin under his mouth, his hands sliding beneath the hem of her shirt.
Every touch, to Zaria, seemed like a silent confession. As if Rino was murmuring unspoken words to her.
Not long, clothes began to fly in the air, landing carelessly on the linoleum floor of the room.
Zaria's body, now naked, arched against Rino like a perfect counterpoint to his body.
Her body became soft where he was angular, and steady even when he trembled.
Next, moaning sounds filled the air.
Then groans.
And slowly, steadily, Rino slid his dick into her hole and began to thump himself on her.
Slowly at first, until he seemed to be devoured into the moment. Then, he became steady, his breath coming in heavy gasps as he continued to beat his body against Zaria's.
Flap! Flap!!
What more will a man need if not the soft moans of their companion?
And that was what Rino got.
The soft moans, loud when he went easy, louder when he decided to go fast, harder.
But even as the moans came, he thought it best to cover her mouth... that was the definition of his enjoyment of the moment.
They continued until their climax was near.
Rino grunted as he reduced the speed with which he used to undergo the translational motion, of hitting up and down.
Soon enough, the tension seemed to have finally snapped with Rino pulling out just in time to prevent his semen from remaining inside of Zaria, landing heavily beside her in bed.
Zaria, raised her head to rest them on Rino's chest, her fingers tracing the idle patterns on his chest.
Somehow, she felt comfortable around him, somewhat shyly.
Rino only laid, his back laying still on the bed. It was a phenomenon to him that sex was a liberating leisure activity.
It was an amazing way to clear the mind and get rid of stress.
"Hmmph," he let out a long gasps.
"..."
"..."
"So," Zaria said after a long silence, "Medar, huh?"
"Yes," Rino replied coldly, "Medar."
"Alright, good night Zaria," he said, and covered himself with the blankets, turning over to the other side of the bed.
"Good night."
***
The rays of the bright morning pierced through the cream-colored curtains, serving as a warm cover for Rino's room.
Zaria stirred, once these rays reached her eyes, stretching her limbs across the now empty bed.
Rino was no longer in the spot she had expected him to be.
She hit the bed a few times, searching for Rino's body with her hands, until it became clear that Rino was no longer in bed.
She blinked her eyes open, glazing over the bed for more clarity, and yes, Rino was gone.
She scratched the side of her eyes, to shake off the fragments of sleep still left there, not until she was made to stop halfway by the creaking of the bathroom door which opened slowly.
Out of the bathroom, came Rino, with a towel slung around his waist and droplets of water traveling down his chiseled torso.
His abs—six perfect ridges seemed to tighten at every movement he made.
His brown hair was damp, and curly, showing a trail of steam behind him as he walked confidently into the room.
Zaria stared at him quietly, with her hands clasped to her opened mouth. She couldn't believe Rino was deceiving on the outside of his physique, but inside, he was—
Rino, however, failed to notice the girl in bed staring at him with awe. He moved with practiced ease, over to his wardrobe and pulled out a dark gray V-neck shirt and a pair of black joggers.
He slipped his body into the shirt, before looking over to where Zaria lay, still staring at him.
He narrowed his brow, sending a signal to Zaria to take her eyes off so he could loose the towels tied to his waist, and put on the joggers.
Zaria understood what he meant, and did as supposed.
Having fully prepared, Rino made his way to the cushion stool near the foot of the bed where he had left his phone the night before.
He collected them and glanced through different notifications that kept popping up as he unlocked his phone.
Then, he exhaled quietly.
The notifications were all centered on market trends and stock market values.
With prospective business already performed by other unknown digital investors.
Not exactly unknown, they had their usernames, yet, it doesn't guarantee Rino will know them personally.
"I guess it's time," Rino muttered, leaving for Zaria who paid attention to any slightest sound to hear.
"It's time?" Zaria inquired to understand what he meant but got no immediate response.
"I'm beginning to get comfortable with you, if you don't mind," she added.
Rino turned to her, sliding his phone into the pocket of his joggers, before going over to the intercom by the top side of his bed.
"You should go and freshen up," he said. "I'm going to order that breakfast be brought to my room. After that, maybe you can—"
Already knowing what Rino wanted to say, Zaria cut in.
"What if we make a deal?"
Rino shot her a look.
'I only gave her a lift, and now, it's getting to this?'
He, however, shook his head in acceptance.
"We make a deal, then."