7 One Time Fling Not

[ Chapter 7 ]

A forlorn figure was sleeping beautifully above the luxurious bedsheets before she woken up to the ray of light that leaked through the blinds and assaulted her eyelids.

The sun was high on the horizon and its bright light illuminated the world as the chill slowly faded to warm.

Cassandra lazily opened her heavy lids, her arms stretched out and she purred like a lazy cat on her cozy and super comfortable bed. She's as lazy as she's every morning, but this time she woke strangely with her fatigue body and extreme pain in between her legs.

Unconsciously, her hands reached out on each of her side only for her finding that it's empty.

Half awake, Cassandra sat up with a bit of difficultly due to her soreness all over her body, the duvet covering her frame slid down revealing the bewitching sight of a thin white nightie wrapped loose over her curvaceous top.

Cassandra felt extreme soreness in between her legs and her waist was cramping so much as if someone had wrestled her. She slowly rubbed her misty eyes with her left hand, whilst sitting on the bed and tried to regain her consciousness. 

It's a nice yet unfamiliar morning for her. But then, her eyes couldn't help but widen as she saw her always neat room was in a complete mess and her sides were in a total disarray.

Her exquisite brows knitted as she swiveled her head, looking around, the sheets were completely in mess and discarded dresses could be seen scattered across the room.

As her gaze scanning around, Cassandra caught a lot of dried wet spots around the sheets and a familiar scent she had nearly forgotten how it smell hit her nostril.

It wasn't necessary to think what had happened as her mind regained its consciousness by itself. By now, Cassandra remembered clearly what had happened last night.

Her and the dream like man. Alone in this room. Their bodies tangled with searing heat of passion enveloped them. Their moans sang through the night like a passionate melody. Hands intertwined and their bodies united in most blissful embrace.

Cassandra could still smell his manly and intoxicating scent lingering around her, still taste him on the back of her tongue, still remember his ecstatic moans and guttural grunts.

Looking down, she reached out her hand to the nearest wet spot on the sheets, she touched and she could feel its stickiness on her fingers.

So it wasn't a dream, a gorgeous one.

Her lips curved as a faint complicated smile graced her beautiful countenance. She had really done it.

That also explained why she's in this current sorry state as they went overboard last night. She could still remember it clearly, a mind-blowing sex marathon that lasted for three hours straight. She's even almost passed out before he stopped himself from ravishing and satiating on her body.

Julian was like an insatiable thirsty demon last night, raw and carnal. He satiated himself on her love channel and body until they were sore and full of swollen love marks. She could also remember it clearly how hard and rough he's taking her. Against the wall, on bed and even on the floor. 

Her in all four while being held tight and pounded hard from behind, and when one of her legs was lifted high while he took her from the side.

Cassandra remained silent for a long time absent-mindedly looking at the golden chandelier. Her mind was in complicated state.

Thirty seven years of her life as a chastised woman had gone just like that, not that she would mind though. Long gone was her young and naive self, she's now a woman who had experienced a lot in life.

Cassandra admitted that she's a bit embarrassing and lost of her restraint last night. Though she's under the intoxicating effect of alcohol but still her mind was absolutely clear. It's fully consensus intercourse between two adult willing individuals.

Given that Cassandra was truly enjoyed what had happened last night, some part of her wanted to deny but she couldn't lie to herself, that's hands down the best sex in her life.

Don't get her wrong, she herself was a very experienced woman when it comes to sexual relationship. Her late husband was great in sex and they were absolutely passionate couple. But last night was just, overwhelmingly amazing, there's no other fitting word to describe it.

Intercourse had never been that wild, wanton and relentless.

The question is, did she regret it? Letting a man she didn't even knows had his way on her? Not even a little bit did she regret it. She's a very willing woman and he's the man who bestowed an extraordinary pleasure upon her.

Moreover, such a finest man, she bet no woman would feel regret after getting bedded by such a man since he's literally every woman's wet dream.

For some reason, Cassandra had never felt this alive in years. It's as if her body regained its life as a woman. Every of his touch flooded her the sensation of how great it felt being a woman. Every of his touch awakened something within her.

Don't get her wrong. It wasn't a fluttering of the heart or butterflies in the stomach rather it's something carnal. He has ignited the dim fire of passion within her. The feeling of having searing heat of man by her side was what she had been craving for. Thus, she feels excessively satisfied.

Speaking of which, as much as she hates to admit. Physically speaking, he's perfect. He's an epitome of sexiness and the perfect man of women's craving.

All the traits women dreamed in man, he had all of it. Except devotion. She wouldn't blame him though, for a man like him having such a womanizing characteristic was inevitable.

But the problem is, What then?

It's just one night stand and one time fling. No strings attached between them, not that she wanted to have any attachment with him in any way though.

Cassandra admitted that he's the finest man, the most charming and sexiest man women could only have in their most beautiful dream.

But him as a partner? Absolutely NO, as he's sure the worst kind of partner. Thus wanting to attach to him? Absolutely NOPE.

Julian was a complete bad news to any commitment woman. Any woman with sane mind should stay miles away from him for he's that capricious man who uses women to his pleasure. Yes. He's that bastard of a womanizer. Hence she didn't want to get attached to him in any way.

As she's so lost in her own mind, the sound of gushing water was heard, bringing her back to her senses.

Cassandra titled her head and glanced at the closed bathroom door. Her lips tugged into a soft, pleased smile. Well, at least she wasn't abandoned right after the deed, or else it would be a huge blow to her self-esteem.

Tidying up her long disheveled blond hair, she lifted the duvet and rose from the bed, sluggishly making her way toward the full-body mirror.

Standing in front the mirror, she looked at the reflection and couldn't help but praise herself as her eyes marveling at her gorgeous and hot self. Granted that she's a natural babe, every of her vuloptuous curve was definitely defined.

Then as she kept staring at her body, a beautiful frown appeared on her ethereal countenance. There were many love marks and slightly bruises on her snowy white skin. Oddly enough, rather than eyesore she found them excessively attractive.

Cassandra darted her gaze from her body up to her plump lips as she reached her hand to touch her lips, remembering those scorching kisses he had bestowed upon her. The more she remembers the more uncomfortable she became, sexually.

DAMN HIM! She moaned softly when she felt a delicious tingle surge through her. She sure wasn't ever going to forget what had happened last night.

Cassandra felt her face warm up with a blush when she remembered her own lusty cries and screams for more. That's embarrassing.

Click. 

When she's lost once again, Cassandra heard a sound coming from the bathroom mere seconds before the door opened and steam leisurely escaped into the room.

Cassandra turned and saw him exited from the bathroom, naked as the day he's born, hard as steel and his lustrous skin glows enchantingly under the light.

A few droplets of water flowed from his jet black wet hair and it trailed on his chiseled chest, down to his rock hard eight-packs abs and adonis belt.

Julian strutted right past the bed to his pants on the couch to take out his cell phone. 

Cassandra had never seen anything this blatantly sexual and boldly masculine.

Her eyes followed him, caressing over those rippling pectorals, tight abs and the chiseled cut of his pelvis.

Cassandra then zeroed in on the massive maleness below his abs, which had given her so much pleasure, jutting imperiously from between his legs. 

It's simply mouthwatering and she wondered how it would feel like inside her mouth. She felt a bit regret for not tasting it with her own mouth last night.

Now where had that thought come from? Stop it you pervert! She chided herself as she brushed away any of her unseemly and improper thoughts from her mind.

Julian felt her smoldering stare, almost as tangible as her hand, and he smirked, taking his eyes off the phone, Julian flashed her one of his enchanting smiles.

"See anything you like?" he teased.

Cassandra smiled as she looked at his attractive grin, she's used to his flirtiness and she found it amusing. Having such an insanely attractive young man hitting on her. It's an extreme boast to her self-esteem as a much older woman.

Yes last night she showed him her embarrassing side, but that's no more because what happened between them was just a one time fling. It's time for them to part in their own ways.

Cassandra couldn't deny that her body was still craving over him, but life wasn't all about lust and sex. She's mature enough for not acting out of lust and temporary excitement.

One night stand, no strings attached. Thanks for the great memory but it's time for us to part away.

"Yes," Cassandra smiled and responded to his teasing unashamedly before breaking their gaze and look away.

Getting such a nonchalant response from her, Julian couldn't stop himself from raising his one of his brows as a handsome frown appeared on his face.

That wasn't the response he's used to get, every women he had bedded were always infatuated with him and begged him to stay.

"So cold," Julian mumbled to himself, rather than disappointed he found her excessively attractive. His desire over her only further increased.

He had bedded plenty women but she's different, there's something on her that attracted him, she possessed something other women don't possess.

Last night was hands down the best fuck of his life, and he didn't want to let her go, yet. As his mind driven to where he swallowed every of her lusty moans last night, he groaned inwardly when his cock gave a lurch.

Does she really think that it's really one time fling? Julian curved a devious smile.

Sweeetheart. Last night was definitely not a one time fling.