And sure, he’d been making a lot of the decisions for them as a couple when it came to where they went and what they did, but it wasn’t like she had anywhere else to be or go—and she wanted this moment, this physical intimacy, for herself.
She was ready. She wanted to lose her virginity tonight.
“I’m going to take a quick bath.”
“Take as long as you want.”
Carolina went to the bathroom and turned on the water. She slowly undressed and looked at her naked body in the mirror. Though personally she didn’t think there was anything wrong with premarital sex, despite her upbringing and religion, she had always imagined that she would lose her virginity on her wedding night, and if she never got married, she would never have sex.
Yet here she was, certain she was about to have sex, if he wanted to, with a man who was not and probably never would be her husband.
She exhaled out her doubt and slipped into the tub. The warm water cascaded over her breasts. She wanted this. She wanted him. He made her feel empowered, beautiful, and unique. And she realized she was all of those things. She wasn’t giving this man a priceless gift, as she had been told her entire life, but instead, she was giving herself one.
She didn’t want to be seduced—she was in power. She was in control. She wanted to initiate intimacy with him. And dammit, she was going to.
Twenty minutes later, she emerged from the room wearing nothing but a robe.
A smile spread across Enrique’s lips. His eyes raked over her body, worshipping her curves. He made her feel like a goddess.
She walked over to him, and she removed her robe confidently, even though inside her nerves were on fire.
She stood in front of him, naked. Empowered. Anxious. Excited. “I want you to be my first.” And only, but she didn’t say that.
He grinned. “Well, that makes two of us.” He scooped her into his arms and carried her to the bed.
She laughed. His hands caressed her body. He cupped her face and gave her a slow kiss as he gently placed her on the bed.
He took off his shirt as she fumbled with his belt. His jeans dropped to the floor, and she pulled down his boxers. His body was so beautiful—dark, hard, chiseled.
But then a chill came over her.
This was actually happening. This wasreal.
“Enrique, I’m nervous.”
“It’s okay. That’s normal. You’re sure you want to do this?”
“Yes. I am.” She was going to have sex with the man she loved, even though she hadn’t told him how she felt yet.
But she was sure about it. She loved him.
“I’ll go slow. We can stop at any time.”
His words relaxed her. Enrique kissed her neck and slowly made his way down to her chest. He licked her nipple, and she moaned. “You know, you are absolutely perfect. And completely and totally mine.”
His wavy dark hair hung around his head like a crown.
Like Jesus.
Wow, she was messed up. She was naked in bed with this man she adored, and she was thinking about Jesus. Could she be feeling any more guilty?
No. No. Stop it.There was no room for guilt in the bed. There was nothing to feel guilty about. Having sex with a man she wanted did not make her less worthy as a woman. She closed her eyes, shoved her shame out the door, and centered herself back in the present.
His hands dropped down to her thighs. He kissed her belly, andthen blew kisses in between her legs. She experienced nothing but pleasure as he made her body sing.
He licked her like he had the other night, and she gasped. She clutched his hair. He touched her bud and stroked her. It felt amazing, and she wanted him to lick her forever, but she didn’t know if she was being selfish. She hadn’t done anything to pleasure him.
She sat up and pulled him next to her. “You don’t have to do that again. We can just have sex. Or I can try to do it to you, though I don’t know how to.”
