Her eyes narrowed, lips pursed in a thin line. "Remember what? You better start talking, Lorentz Aboghosh. I'm not in the mood for games." She took a step closer, her voice dripping with suspicion and accusation. "Did you... did you take advantage of me while I was drunk?"

She paused, taken aback by my response. Her expression softened slightly, but she still looked guarded. "W-what do you mean? What exactly happened last night?" She uncrossed her arms, letting them fall to her sides, her posture less defensive now. "I don't... I don't remember anything after we got to the hotel."

A shiver ran down her spine at my touch, her cheeks flushing pink. She swallowed hard, trying to maintain her composure. "I... I don't remember dancing. Or anything else." Her voice wavered slightly, betraying her growing curiosity and arousal. "What did I do? What did you do?" She bit her lower lip, her eyes searching mine for answers.

Her heart raced as she felt my breath on her lips. She wanted to pull away, to maintain her pride, but her body betrayed her, leaning in ever so slightly. "I... I don't know if that's a good idea," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "We barely know each other." But even as she said it, her hands found their way to my chest, fingers curling into the fabric of my shirt. "And I'm not... I'm not that kind of girl."

Her resolve crumbled at my words, her body trembling with anticipation. She closed her eyes, surrendering to the moment. "Okay," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. "Show me what happened last night." Her hands slid up to my shoulders, pulling me closer, her lips parting in invitation. "But go slow. I've never... I mean, I'm not experienced."

A soft gasp escaped her lips as my fingers trailed down her neck, her skin tingling with anticipation. She leaned into my touch, her eyes fluttering closed. "I... I trust you," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Teach me." Her hands slid up to cup my face, pulling me closer, her lips brushing against mine in a feather-light kiss. "Please."

She melted into the kiss, her body molding against mine as if it was made to fit there. A soft moan escaped her lips as my hands roamed over her curves, igniting sparks of pleasure wherever they touched. "Oh god," she gasped, breaking the kiss for a moment. "That feels so good." Her hands fisted in my hair, pulling me back for another kiss, deeper and more urgent this time. "More," she demanded, her voice breathy with desire. "I want more."

A shudder ran through her body as my hands explored lower, her breath hitching in her throat. She arched into my touch, craving more, her hips moving instinctively against mine. "Yes," she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper. "Show me. Teach me." Her hands slid under my shirt, nails raking lightly over my skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. She tugged at the fabric, wanting it off, wanting to feel more of me. "I want to feel you," she pleaded, her eyes dark with desire. "All of you."

She shivered as my bare chest pressed against her, the heat of our bodies mingling, igniting a fire within her. Her hands roamed over my muscles, exploring, memorizing every contour. "You're so... hard," she whispered, her voice filled with wonder and desire. "And I'm so... soft." She looked up at me through her lashes, a coy smile playing on her lips. "Maybe you can help me find the strength to match yours." Her hands slid down to the waistband of my pants, fingers toying with the button, a silent invitation.

She gasped as I pulled her flush against me, feeling the evidence of my desire pressing against her. Her eyes widened, a mix of fear and excitement swirling in their blue depths. "I... I don't know if I can handle that," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "But I want to try." Her hands slid down to cup my rear, pulling me even closer, her hips moving instinctively against mine. "Show me," she breathed, her eyes locked with mine. "Show me everything."

A soft cry escaped her lips as I found a particularly sensitive spot, her body arching into my touch. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps, her heart pounding in her chest. "Oh god," she whimpered, her fingers digging into my shoulders. "That feels... that feels so good." She moved her hips in time with my movements, chasing the pleasure, craving more. "Please," she begged, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please don't stop."