Last Date

The kiss was quite intense.

Both of them felt very satisfied. Their tongues clashed with each other.

The man's hand continued to trace the contents of the miniskirt the woman was wearing.

The tussle intensified when his hand reached its destination, played around it and simply entered.

"Arrggggh!" moaned the woman. The man deepens his fingers to satisfy her.

Under the dim lights with a view of the beautiful sky in the 5-star hotel, both of their faces looked radiant. It was as if their long-held desire could finally be realized, together with the perfect partner they had longed for.

"I am your queen." the woman commanded quite firmly. She unhooked her tight skirt and pulled it up to her waist.

She wiped the brunette hair that partially covered her eyes backwards. When she managed to sit on the pelvis of the man who was lying on the bed, she said "I will lead."

The man grinned. "As you wish, ma'am. I am your servant."

The woman's hips moved back and forth leisurely, unhurriedly, but surely. Sighs accompanied her movements.

Unwilling to stand still, the man's hand reached for the spongy lump that was also moving back and forth. Occasionally he squeezed it, causing her to let out another moan.

"I missed your lips!" she half shouted, wanting his sexy lips.

Understanding what she meant, the man changed his position, lifting her legs. Cornering her against the back of the bed.

Resting on his knees, the man can now see the passionate beauty of the woman's face.

Meanwhile, she wraps her legs around his waist, giving him the freedom to satisfy her.

***

2 hours before the hot scuffle on the bed.

"Let's be honest. Blind dates are so old-fashioned, right?"

Olivia couldn't stop sneering at her parents' suggestion of a blind date. No matter how many times she thought about it, the idea was ridiculous.

Hoping to get married on a blind date? Is this the 80s era? Olivia complained.

"I agree." replied Marshell in agreement.

"In that case, I take it we agree to stop here. I'm not interested in a serious relationship with anyone."

Olivia Margaretta, the only daughter of a conglomerate couple who owned Tongline, one of Asia's largest construction companies. Since her childhood, she has always been blessed with wealth, wanting this and that. 

However, Olivia wanted real freedom. Freedom that money can't buy.

Not the constraints of parents with dreams of being the successor to a big company.

"It might be worth considering." Marshell did not immediately agree or reject Olivia's idea.

"What does that mean?" Olivia asked.

"We'll never know about the future."

Olivia furrowed her brow and gave a confused look, "I don't think you understand. I'm not interested in a serious relationship. Let alone marriage."

A faint smile played on Marshell's lips, "I'm not forcing you into a serious relationship. But maybe we can try something else."

"Explain in detail!" Olivia ordered.

"For example.... Bed date?"

Olivia leaned back in her chair. She thought about the proposal for a moment.

The man she had just met for the first time was hinting at a bed date.

Honestly, she did like this kind of date, but she didn't expect it to come from Marshell.

As far as she knew, Marshell Moss was the youngest trillionaire from Singapore who had a myriad of businesses. Olivia thought Marshell was a typical old-fashioned man who only liked books and business, not a woman in bed.

Olivia smiled bitterly. "Just so you know. I don't sleep with just any man."

Marshell quickly replied, "I don't sleep with just any woman either."

Olivia drummed her fingers on the table. Her eyes looked directly into Marshell's, diving into them.