As soon as they crossed the threshold of the room, their lips met in a rush of restrained desperation. They kissed with a mix of hunger and need. The stranger's firm, warm body pressed against Estrella's, trapping her between his arms and the door, as if he wanted to merge with her.
His lips moved down her neck, leaving a burning trail of kisses that made her skin prickle. When he reached the swell of her breasts, Estrella stifled a gasp. She had never felt anything like this before: a surge of heat concentrated low in her belly, making her tremble from the deepest part of herself.
His hands—large and sure—slid down her bare thighs, moving beneath the short dress she wore. She didn't know when the garment had disappeared, as if desire itself had ripped away every obstacle between them. The stranger placed his lips on one of her breasts, and the warm, wet contact made her moan softly.
Estrella clung to his back, caressing the firm, muscular skin, exploring him with trembling fingers. Without thinking, her hand moved down and touched the hard, pulsing bulge in his pants. He gasped at her touch, and his eyes burned with a wild desire. He quickly stripped off the rest of his clothes and lifted her effortlessly, holding her tight against his chest.
He pressed her gently against the wall, his erection pushing against her already damp underwear. Their kisses were furious, urgent, driven by a need so intense that all thought vanished.
Without breaking the kiss, he carried her to the bed. She lay beneath him, vulnerable and trembling, but not afraid. His mouth trailed downward, and his hand explored her femininity, touching her with a mix of tenderness and firm intent. Estrella arched under his touch, overwhelmed by a wild, new kind of pleasure.
"Now… please," she whispered, her voice broken by desire.
He stopped, his breath ragged."Are you sure, beautiful?" he asked hoarsely, looking into her eyes."Yes," she replied without hesitation—open, vulnerable… but resolute.
He positioned himself at her entrance, and upon encountering the barrier, he froze in surprise. He realized at once that she was a virgin. For a moment he hesitated, but the way she looked at him—with desire, trust, and longing—chased away all doubt.
He entered her slowly, carefully, feeling her tightness yield to him. She clung to his shoulders, holding her breath until the pain gave way to a warm, immense sensation. Then he began to move, slowly at first, until their bodies found a natural rhythm—deep, enveloping, complete.
Estrella hadn't known she could feel this way. It was as if she shattered into a thousand pieces, only to be rebuilt in his arms. The climax came like a crashing wave, shaking them both, and they collapsed together on the bed, panting, wrapped in the shared heat of a singular, unrepeatable moment.
For the first time, Estrella didn't feel used, or watched, or manipulated.She felt alive.