"You're so wet for me, Princesa," he groaned, applying more pressure until he worked his finger inside of me. His thumb pressed against my clit, leaving me full and burning alive with need. He pumped that treacherous finger in and out of me slowly, driving me higher and closer to the precipice of something I didn't know I'd been capable of ever reaching.
Not that I'd tried.
A second finger joined the first, pressing in and stretching me while I winced from the burn. He grinned down at me, touching his lips to the valley between my breasts and lowering himself between my thighs. His lips trailed a kiss over my stomach until he laid flat on his and stared at the core of me. I closed my legs instinctively, shaking my head. "You don't have to—"
"Hush, Isa," he reprimanded. Leaning forward to flatten his tongue against my clit and making circles around it. He groaned the moment his mouth touched me, echoing the moan that caught in my throat and made me arch my back. The heat of his mouth was blinding.
Addicting.
Somehow, I knew I'd never be the same.
Those two fingers pumped inside of me slowly, preparing me for what I had to assume would be a bigger intrusion, considering what I'd felt when he lay on top of me.
He touched a part inside of me that felt different, hooking his fingers toward my front. "Oh," I gasped, writhing my hips up toward his face instinctively. He smiled into my clit the moment I grabbed his head, lost to what he built in me. "Fuck."
Pressing harder, he moved those fingers more firmly, and I shattered beneath him. Arching my back and spasming around him, I tightened my legs around his head as I lost control of my body.
It was his. He could keep it.
At that moment, I never wanted it back.
When I'd relaxed into a heap on the bed, fighting to catch my breath, he rose to his knees and then stood. Staring down at me, his fingers finally went to the laces of his swim trunks, untying them slowly while I watched. The material parted to show more of the adonis belt at his hips; the enticing carved muscle just below his defined abs drawing my gaze as he slid the fabric down his legs.
My breath caught, staring up at him. I might have looked like a fish, my lips opening and closing with no sound coming out. My legs closed on their own, even my vagina had the damn sense to know that wasn't going inside me.
It curved up toward his belly button, bobbing as he climbed back into the bed and parted my legs for him to settle between again. "I don't think—"
"We'll go slow," he chuckled, kissing me briefly as he reached between us. He gripped himself, dragging his head through my lips, and I shivered in anticipation. It was so much bigger than his fingers had been.
The moment he prodded my entrance, apprehension slithered through me. "Condom," I said, touching his stomach to stop him. He studied me for a moment, lost to his own thoughts before he nodded and reached into the nightstand.
Watching as he pulled a condom out, I didn't dwell on where they'd come from. Especially not when I read the name of the hotel on the packaging.
He opened the packet with his teeth, pulling it out and sliding it over his length while I watched in fascination. Something about the sight of him touching himself pushed me back into desire, even despite the fear that he might split me in two. Tossing the empty packet to the side, he lined himself up once again and settled his weight over mine.
Holding my gaze, he nudged my entrance and pressed in. I burned as he worked his way inside with shallow thrusts, whimpering from the pain. "Shh," he soothed me, reaching between us to touch my clit and add more pleasure to his possession.
It didn't ease the sting as he worked through my tender tissues, but it somehow combined with the pleasure. Turning it into something else entirely. He groaned as he pressed deeper, his hips finally connecting with my body to signal that he'd somehow fit inside me. He kissed me, a rough possession that contrasted with the slow way he retracted his hips and slid back inside me. Testing. Teasing.
Pushing the boundaries of what I could take. But as the sharp pain of losing my virginity faded to a hollow ache, I reached down and took his ass in my hands. My nails dug into the flesh there, driving him harder and deeper. He moaned into my mouth, giving me what I asked for. He struck the end of me, sending a jolt of pain through me.
It horrified me to like it. It appalled me to know that what I'd always suspected lived inside me was truly there.
He took me in slow, hard drives as I wrapped my legs around his waist and opened myself to him further. His hand slipped out from between us, abandoning my clit to get deeper inside me.
I felt him everywhere.
His lips left mine, one of his hands supporting him on the bed and the other wrapping around the back of my neck to hold me still while his thrusts turned punishing, and he drew a gasp from me with every single one.
It hurt, but it felt so fucking good.
I grabbed the back of his head, holding him tight to me as he fucked me. With his eyes on mine, staring straight into me, there was nothing but him.
Nothing but his eyes on mine and him moving inside me.
"Fuck," he groaned through gritted
