I close my eyes to embrace the feel of it, if only to prepare me for what’s coming. I feel the absence of Enrique’s head as he pulls away, and I open them again.
His gaze holds mine captive as he continues to work his fingers, widening them ever so slightly as he does. Although my breathing is heavy and stilted with anticipation, my body relaxes underneath his expert touch. It actually feels…good.
Really good.
“Fuck!” I exclaim, my eyes going wide when he does something amazing with his fingers. “What was that?”
“Just the appetizer,” he says with a grin.
He adds a third finger and that’s when I feel the first pang of pain.
“No…” I whisper urgently.
“Yes,” he says, gently working it in and out until I’m used to it.
He pulls out and the slick pop that hits my ears is just one more indication that yes, I am very wet. I snap my thighs together as he pulls back up, once again standing over me. He works his legs, stepping out of his shoes and socks. Then, he goes to work on his fly.
“What about a condom?” I suddenly ask.
Yet another sin to add to the list.
Still…
“I may have made a detour while you were busy trying on clothes this morning,” Enrique says with a smirk as he pulls a single condom out from a back pocket. “I snagged this one from the box still in our bags in the car.”
“So you expected this to go down tonight?” I ask, feeling a wee bit indignant, despite all the evidence pointing to this exact thing happening.
“At some point during this week,” he confesses.
“And if I changed my mind?”
His smirk only broadens as he lowers both his jeans and underwear. His dick is fully hard, springing up like a damn log as it almost slaps against his tight abdomen.
“I’d ask if you’re certain about that.” Enrique takes his time opening the wrapper, pulling out the condom. I feel like I’m getting my very own private erotic show, giving me point-by-point detail of the most impressive part of him. The large head, the thick shaft with pronounced veins running along it, ending at the patch of hair at the bottom.
He leans forward, placing his hands on either side of me. I subconsciously scoot back but he continues to come closer until I’m lying on the bed.
“You have no idea the effect you have on a man, do you, Diabla?”
“Stop calling me that,” I say softly, even though a part of me secretly adores it.
“Okay then,” Enrique responds, lowering himself even more. “Tesoro mío.”
As though my blood wasn’t rushing hard enough already. That one has my heart beating much faster. When Enrique lowers his head, taking one nipple in his mouth, I’m surprised the sound of it isn’t deafening to his ears. Mine are definitely filled with the rush it sends coursing through my arteries.
“Every part of you should be treasured,” he says, momentarily pulling his lips away. “And tonight that’s what I’m going to do.”
His lips and tongue, taking turns on each of my breasts, have a conflicting effect on me. They thaw away my hesitation and fear with a thrilling heat, but each is a tiny little warning signal that I’m drawing closer and closer to sin.
Enrique’s mouth suddenly slips away from my breast, traveling right over my heart and right up to my jaw, thankfully not taking a detour to the symbol that still lies flat against my throat.
“Beg me,” he growls into the spot just beside my ear.
“What?” My eyes blink rapidly.
He pulls up and stares down at me with a teasing look in his eyes. I feel his hand slide across my stomach and reach down for his cock.
“Tell me you want this.” I feel the fat head of his cock press against my opening. “Tell me your pussy craves this dick.”
“That’s…” So, so wrong. My mouth can’t even express it. But my body sure as hell does.
“Do you like it when I talk dirty?”
“I…um…” I’m still just breathing out the words.
“It’s okay to admit it, Leira. I’m the only one listening,” he says, now sliding the tip up and down my slit. I bite back the moan that threatens to come. I’m not sure if it’s the sensation of what he’s doing down there or the thought of more filth spilling from his lips.
“Yes,” I finally confess. Even the shame that overcomes me has an erotic effect.
“That’s what I thought,” he says with a grin, punishing me by testing the threshold even more.
“Unh…” I moan as the hint of pain mixed with pleasure radiates from that spot.
“Say you want me to fuck you. Because I can’t wait to feel your tight, hot, virginal pussy squeezing my dick as I make you come for the first time that way.”
He lowers himself again so that his chest grazes against my nipples. His eyes are dark, but still ablaze with intensity. “Because I will make you come, Leira. First time or not. Now tell me you want it.”
“I want it.”
Enrique breaks past the threshold and enters me.
I expected an explosion of pain, something to remind me of the fiery pits of hell I’ve taken the final step into. But, much like my overly dramatic religious hangups, it’s not nearly as terrible as I assumed it would be.
There is pain, definite pain. He’s too big for me not to moan in protest as he stretches me beyond what that part of me has ever experienced before. It’s such an unfamiliar invasion, like he’s claiming it. Maybe that’s why it’s called “taking” one’s virginity. He marks every part of me as he slowly sinks as far as possible, leaving me helplessly impaled on him.
And I love it.
“Leira, Leira, Leira,” Enrique mutters, closing his eyes.
I smile up at his handsome face. I’m not the only one left helpless. I love the fact that I can do
