It's officially come to this. After getting out of my relationship last year and giving myself time to heal, I feel this is one of the best decisions I've made. My past relationship was a toxic one for me. I'm thankful my ex is the one that ended up leaving me because I didn't know how to leave him. I never looked back, but the time I spent with him, I now see a waste of space in my life.

I'm meeting Luke in person today for the first time, and I'm really nervous. I met him on an online dating app, and we've been talking for a few months. We agreed to meet up, and if we liked one another well, you know what goes next. I wasn't sure about coming to meet him, especially as it's in another country and I'm traveling alone. But I have nothing to lose, giving a short vacation to myself. I'm finally ready to leap and meet new people and see what I'm missing out on. I got tested for the pandemic virus, and my results were negative, and he did too for me. We both wanted to make sure if anything happened, we wouldn't get each other sick, exposing everyone around us along with our loved ones.

I arrived in Paris, the city of love, and checked into my hotel. I texted him to know I was here, and to my surprise, he's already in our designated place to meet. I took a quick shower and put on high glittery heels, a thong but no bra. My favorite black skin-tight dress that covered part of my thighs with long sleeves was perfect for the occasion. I love how it shows my cleavage, and my bossoms are pushed up, ready for him to see. My curls still intact, I brushed them lightly, put on some makeup and my face mask back on, and now I am ready.

I sent him a text: On my way!

Luke: I'll find you when you get here.

I took an Uber and arrived at the restaurant with a bar he invited me to. It looked luxurious and expensive. The music they had on could make me dance all night long.

The hostess of the restaurant greeted me.

"I'm here for a reservation under Luke Richardson."

"You're Luke's date?" She looked at me with annoyance first but then grinned, "He's actually he's just over there at the bar. The man with the black jacket."

I nodded, and without another word, I headed over to where he was. My heart racing every step I took closer to him. His back looked different than how I imagined it, but that didn't matter. He was alone, with his mask still on, so I sat down next to him and ordered a local beer and took my mask off to take a sip. I stared at him, but he didn't seem to recognize me.

"Hey! It's me."

"Wow, you're really beautiful. Do you have a date?"

"You're not Luke?"

"I'm Wayne, actually. I know a Luke, but I'm not sure if he's your Luke. That's actually a pretty common name here."

"Oh, my mistake. Where is your Luke then? Is his last name Richardson?"

"Yes! He's actually in the loo, but hey, I can keep you company while he gets here. It would be a shame to leave you all by yourself with these predators."

"Are you one, though?" I wondered why the hostess told me to come to the wrong man.

"Consider me more as your protector for the night. Any friend of Luke is a friend of mine." He leaned in so close that if I leaned forward, our lips would meet.

I snapped out of it and leaned back further into my seat, and turned my head. So much for being a protector.

"Alright then," I muttered to get past the awkward moment.

"So what is your name?"

"I'm Delila. Nice to meet you."

"Wait, Delila? The Delila?" His eyes opened wide.

"Yes?" I said in confusion.

"Luke has been talking about you non-stop for the past few weeks. I'm glad you could make it! You really have him whipped." He took the last sip of his beer and ordered another one.

"I hope good things, though."

"Only the evil kind. He didn't tell me you got here, but I can see why. If you were my date, I'd want you all to myself. Not a soul would dare glance your way."

"Good to know," I said between gritted teeth and chugged my beer.

There we go with the awkwardness again. I hope all his friends don't hit on me. It's flattering, but it made me feel uncomfortable.

The bartender gave us some shots, and I dunked them. I wasn't drunk enough for this.

Back home, I always get compliments like those but chose to ignore them. The bartender started making jokes while we waited, and I started laughing very hard, and suddenly I fell to Wayne's side and his gaze met mine.

I grabbed him to balance myself and sit back but suddenly felt a hand grab me and turned me around. It was a man. His brows had a frown on. The more I looked at him, the more I recognized who those emerald green orbs belonged to.

Wayne started saying something, but I couldn't understand it. My head was in a daze with the man in front of me.

He lowered his mask, and before I had a chance to say his name Luke grabbed my face and devoured my mouth. All he did was take, and take, and take. I was very willing and giving too. He grabbed and touched me possessively as he kissed the life out of me, and I did the same.

For a moment, he slowed down and leaned back to look at me.

"Delila, I want you," Luke whispered in my ear, but before I could answer, his mouth continued his assault on mine. Our lips molding addictively with each other in the most delicious way. The connection I've felt all this time we have talked grew stronger with every movement that our eager mouths and tongues touched.

Luke pulled back and grabbed my hand, and took me to our table. He looked more handsome than in pictures and our few video chats. I liked what I saw, and I knew he liked me too. We agreed to meet up in a public place in case we didn't hit it off, we'd go our separate ways, he'd go on with his life, and I'd still enjoy my trip to Paris, no hurt feelings. But this is not where this was headed. I could feel my insides clenching every time he talked or looked at me. Heck, starting with that kiss, I was sold.

After finishing our food, Luke took care of the bill, and we went to say goodbye to Wayne and some of his friends that were suddenly with him at the bar. They were all really nice but hit on me as expected. Luke's glare and frown made them stop, though.

Luke leaned close to me and whispered in my ear: "Let's get out of here," and then winked at me.

We headed back to his place. It was closer than my hotel, and I knew he was just as eager as I was to be enclosed away from civilization with this man to devour each other.

His apartment is very cozy and nicely decorated. We go into his room and sit down in his large bed.

"Last chance to back out. When I take you, you are mine. To ravish, to fuck, to make love, to do whatever I want to. No one else. I want your body all for me."

I nodded and grinned. After all the times we talked about sex and what we would do to each other, the night was perfect for me. I'd been sexually deprived and eagerly anticipated the release he would give me. I didn't know how we would work out the fucking and the long-distance thing, but I'd be willing to try.

He leaned closer and grabbed a fistful of my hair, and brought my lips to his. As he kissed me softly, I started to unbutton his shirt, I took it off him, and he let me without interrupting the kiss. It suddenly turned lustful, craving for more of each other, and the next thing I knew, he had undressed me, and I had nothing on but my thong.

"So eager."

He turned me around and put me on all fours lowering my thong; he started to bite my ass gently and then opened it wide to lick it's depths. I gasped out of pleasure with his tongue's intrusion, and he went lower to my wetness. Taking his time he ate me out as no one else had. When he was done, he curved my back lower into the bed and plunged into me, making me reach my first high in minutes.

"You're so fucking wet for me."

I turned around, taking control, and opened my mouth, taking him all the way in until my throat made sounds with the friction. He grabbed the back of my head in a fistful and moved it continuous using my rhythm. His moans were getting louder, and I knew he was about to coat my throat, but he threw me on my back instead, and positioned himself on top of me.

"You don't call the shots here. I'm not done yet, honey. The night is just getting started." He wrapped his arms around me, pressing me impossibly closer to him. Then kissed me hard as he slid inside my slit. His movements of pleasure took me to a place of oblivion all night long.