He pulls away and stares down at me, keeping my chin in place with his hand. I feel it slide lower, tracing a path down my throat, his fingertips tickling my skin.
I know where he’s headed and as his fingertips get closer, the pulse in my throat quickens. Just as his tongue did a few days ago, his touch leaves a path of fire in its wake as it circles the tiny gold cross below the hollow in my throat.
“Estás segura?”
A smile forces its way through any hesitation on my part.
“Sí.”
A sin that can’t be rectified, this one worse than all the others combined. I’d be surprised if the confessional didn’t spontaneously combust during my next visit.
My faith has been tested and found wanting.
Almost as much as I want this man in front of me to be my first.
I pull back and hold Enrique’s gaze as I reach behind me to unzip the sundress I have on. I push the straps from my shoulders and allow it to fall in a puddle at my feet, leaving me in nothing but my bra, underwear, and sandals.
I move to the bra next, unhooking it and slipping each strap down my arms. My underwear follow, my thumbs hooking into the sides. I slip the past the curve of my hips and down the slope of my thighs and calves.
When I’m in nothing but my sandals, I place one hand on my hip, giving Enrique a full view of all of me that I’m giving to him.
Just in case he had any doubts.
He drinks me up with his eyes. Something about the desire reflected there is strangely empowering. I don’t feel shameful or shy or embarrassed.
If he’s going to have me, he deserves to savor every bit.
His hand comes out and strokes my arm all the way down to my hand. His fingers twist into mine, creating a perfect tangle as he takes hold of me.
Enrique pushes away from the wall and leads me toward the bed by the hand. I sit on the edge as he continues to stand above me.
When he takes off his shirt, that’s when it begins to hit me. Each rippled ab that’s exposed is just one step closer. He pulls it over his head and from his arms then flings it aside.
Oh shit, this is really happening.
I remember being in awe of his body when I first saw him standing naked on his boat back at the lagoon. My eyes fall to the bulge in the crotch of his jeans, and I remember what else I thought.
It’s going to hurt.
My breathing accelerates. It isn’t that I’m changing my mind, it’s that this is so much more…tangible than all my wicked fantasies ever were. My body is suddenly hypersensitive to everything around me, from the look of textured walls to the feel of the soft bedding beneath my palms. My nipples harden to a painful degree.
“Breathe,” Enrique says, drawing my attention back to his smile.
Even though there’s that same hint of a devilish smirk on his face, it somehow calms me. That’s the kind of retreat back to normalcy I need.
After all, I’m hardly the first woman to have her virginity taken. Even right now in the world there are probably at least…fifty other women or girls doing this for the first time. I bite back a smile at the thought. They probably didn’t come into it quite the way I have.
I pull up one leg to start undoing the straps of my sandals.
“No,” Enrique says, stopping me.
He places one hand to rest on my knee, then he slides it down around to the back of my calf. As he sinks to the floor before me, he brings my foot back down with him.
I realize he’s perfectly at eye-level with that part of me he explored back in the hotel in Ibiza. I feel a surge of wild heat invade that area, thinking maybe I’d like him to do that to me again.
A grin spreads his face, no doubt reading my mind as he works to undo one sandal, removing it from my foot. It only grows as he does the same with the other.
“The key to doing this,” he begins, his fingertips once again torturing my skin as they trace a path up my leg toward my knee, “is to make sure you’re…wet.”
How can such a simple, innocent word sound so deliciously filthy?
“Wet,” I repeat, my voice barely a whisper.
“Are you wet, Leira?”
“I…I don’t know.”
But if I had to take an educated guess…
When his fingers tickle the skin of my inner thighs, I inhale sharply at the feel of it. It causes a vacuum in the pit of my stomach that has the rest of my body feeling the impact of it. If I’m not wet, then the Pacific Ocean is a desert.
“Well,” Enrique says, his lips coming in to kiss the inside of my knee, all while his dark eyes are trained on mine. “I’d better make sure.”
As his kisses continue up my thigh, I can’t tell if it’s him or me that has both of them spreading wider to accommodate him. I lean back on the bed, supporting myself on my palms. It’s his lips that strike first, sending a perfect bolt of lightning through me as they circle the tiny nub hidden in between.
“Enrique,” I hiss.
He answers with his tongue, using it to spell out some coded language that knows exactly how to unlock my body. I stare down at him over the rapid quiver of my stomach as his head bobs to continue his rhythm.
The first spasm of my orgasm comes quickly. I hear a slight chuckle escape his occupied mouth and I can’t decide if I want to smack him or push him harder into me to make the next one even more violently all-consuming.
I’m detoured by the feel of one finger coming up to join the party. I go stiff as he penetrates me, but relax when the pain I
