16. Lila

16

LILA

I t was finally happening. Tonight, I was going to lose my virginity. I'd never felt so ready and unready for anything in my life.

As Felipe and I rode the elevator up to his hotel room hand in hand, the anxiety started to creep in, but I willed it to quiet down so I could enjoy this moment. There was no part of me that was unsure about taking this step with this gorgeous, kind man—I was just uncertain about how well I could please him. His skilled hands at the theater, his easy confidence, even the sweet sensuality of our first kiss before dinner all told me he'd take great care of me in bed and out. I just hoped I wouldn't disappoint him .

There was little fanfare when we were in Felipe's room, the door locked behind us. Instantly, we fell back into each other's arms, our lips scrambling for purchase on one another despite my hesitation. Felipe led us toward the king-sized bed as if taking the lead in a graceful waltz, and when I fell back against the mattress, everything became real. He must have seen something like panic in my eyes because there was less urgency in his movements when Felipe came to lie beside me, propping himself up on his elbow to look me in the eyes.

"Are you alright, mi amor ? Are we moving too fast?"

I shook my head, but at the same time, I bit my lip. There were so many thoughts racing through my brain, and my body still felt like a taut bowstring waiting to release, and everything was changing. Felipe's expression softened.

"We don't have to do anything you don't want, Lila," he assured me softly, tracing a gentle finger over the slope of my cheek. "If you don't want to sleep with me, that's okay."

"But I do," I blurted out, suddenly afraid that this golden opportunity was going to slip away from me. "I–I want to so, so much. I'm just… well, it's intimidating because I'm a virgin."

I let the last words fall out in a rush, as if mushing all of the syllables together would hide the truth that felt so embarrassing to admit in the moment. Felipe seemed to pause as if someone had pressed a button on a remote. Then he blinked, looking directly into my eyes.

"Truly? You've never… not once?"

"Not once," I admitted in a whisper. "You… tonight… that was the first time anyone has ever touched me like that at all."

In a second, he was sitting bolt upright, his face tormented with a mix of emotions I couldn't understand. Fear crept up, icy and constricting my throat. Did he not want me anymore? Was he repulsed by the idea of being with someone so inexperienced? Just the thought of that made me want to cry, and I wished desperately that I could evaporate, never be seen again. But when Felipe stood from the bed and faced me again, he looked… guilty.

"Lila, sweetness… maybe this is a mistake. As much as I want you—as much as my body needs you—I worry you may regret giving this part of yourself away."

I blinked at him, dumbfounded. "What? I'm–I'm not giving anything away. I'm gaining something."

"But don't you want to save your first time for someone… special?" Felipe asked, his voice so heartbreakingly sad that I longed to jump up, comfort him with my body as well as my heart. Instead, I bit back my trembling lip and stared him straight in the eyes, determined not to get lost in the gorgeous green of them before I said what I wanted to say.

"Of course I want that," I told him quietly. "This… this whole night has been so special, and I guess I could be wrong, but… I feel a connection with you, Felipe. That's why I want it to be you, the first time." And the last time, my silly heart wanted to say, but I held that back.

I could feel his relief in the air even from a few feet away. His face relaxed into the beautiful, almost-boyish joy he wore so well. "You're not wrong, Corazon. I feel it, too. You may have caught onto this about me, but I'm not one to wine and dine on a whim. You've become very important to me in a short time, Lila, and I'm honored that you want to take this step with me."

"Then get over here," I barely breathed. It took every ounce of boldness I'd earned from hearing Felipe speak about me so kindly, and it paid off. Slowly, his movements fluid and seductive, Felipe began to approach the bed. My blood heated at the sight of him slowly undoing his belt and tossing it across the room.

Kissing Felipe was easier, even sweeter, now that everything was out in the open. I felt no concern that he'd judge me for any inexperienced fumbling, and I was happy to let him take charge as he moved over me, pressing our bodies together in a way that felt sinful with the prominent presence of his erection, though we were still fully-clothed.

Not for long, though, it seemed. Felipe's hands skillfully slid my dress off my shoulders and down my body, helping me wriggle out of it. All of this without ever abandoning my lips for more than a few seconds. Then, for the first time in my life, I was half-naked with a man.

I thought I would be more self-conscious, but in the quiet perfection of Felipe's hotel room, just with him, I felt… free. Felipe, perfect and thoughtful as he was, stopped to admire me in my state of undress, the soft affection in his eyes enough to erase any fears I had left.

"You're gorgeous, Lila. Like a painting of a goddess."

"You're perfect," I told him, and he leaned in to kiss between my breasts. The warmth of him spread straight through to my heart. Slowly, sensually, his hands explored my exposed skin, soft caresses on my hips and thighs that made him hum in pleasure and me feel cherished. I couldn't wait for him to take off my bra and panties, too. I wanted to be laid bare for this man.

When he moved up to my neck with his lips, I sighed, relaxing further into the comfort of the bed and his worship. The only thing that could be more perfect than this was if I could feel more of his skin against mine. While he kissed my neck, my collarbone, bringing my entire body to life, my own fumbling hands reached for the buttons of Felipe's shirt, managing to undo the top one without disrupting his rhythm. But as that was all I could do, and he could see the desperation with which I needed him naked, he stopped to carefully undo the rest of the buttons for me and shrug his shirt off.

His warm olive-brown skin was decadent, his stomach and chest toned to leanly-muscled perfection. Without thinking, I reached for him, pulling him back to me by his slim hips so I could kiss him while running my hands over his body. When he pressed against me, skin to skin, I only wanted more. But I was still too new to this to feel confident going for his pants.

Luckily, Felipe felt my rising need. "I am dying to taste you, mi amor," he told me as he trailed his lips down to my breasts again. With quick fingers, he found the clasp to my bra at my back and flicked it open with little effort, and my heart raced as he peeled it away to expose my hardened nipples. Felipe's breath caught, and he whispered something Spanish in such a low, sexy voice that I blushed bright red all over without even understanding the meaning. Then, he moved as quick as a snake to suck my left nipple into his waiting mouth.

I couldn't help but let out a whimper. It felt deliciously naughty, and my nipples were so sensitive that every flick of his tongue, every gentle suck shot straight between my legs. I was panting when he finally finished with one and moved to suck my other breast with the same skill, this time enlisting his hand to squeeze and massage the other at the same time. I arched my back off the mattress, pushing myself closer to him, and Felipe groaned, a low, rumbling vibration that felt like heaven.

"I could spend hours worshiping these beautiful tits," he told me, those green eyes sliding up to meet mine. His pupils were blown with lust, and the wanton need in his handsome face, his still-parted lips, was my new favorite sight. "Do you think you could come apart just from that, darling Lila?" He pinched one of my nipples with just the right amount of pressure, and I cried out.

"Maybe," I admitted, struggling to get enough air. My pussy was throbbing though he'd not even touched it since we were back at the theater, and I could have sworn this man's hands and mouth were lethal weapons. But there was more I wanted from him. More of my body I longed for him to explore with his rapt attention. "But I'd rather you…" shyness cut me off, made me suck in my lower lip.

"Oh, dear, beautiful girl," Felipe near-whispered. "I want to give you everything. Please, tell me what you want."

"I want your mouth on me," I let out in a rush. I squirmed underneath him, rocking my hips up to make contact with his so he'd understand exactly where I meant. That hard length in his pants was calling to me, too. "And then… then, I want you inside me."

His eyes blazed, the lean muscle of his body rippling with his control.

"Oh, Lila. I want that, too," he rasped, and then he started to kiss a trail down my belly, heading straight for my core.

The first kiss he pressed to my pussy made me want to sob with relief, even though he barely made contact, just kissing over the wet patch of my panties. It was heaven and torture at once. He made me feel bashful when he took a long, deep breath, savoring the warm scent of my arousal, but there was nothing but pure need left when he tugged the fabric down and exposed me entirely. He was murmuring in Spanish, something that almost sounded like a prayer, when he finally spread my folds with his thumbs, leaned in, and tasted me.

Oh, fuck. There was nothing like his tongue, its warm wetness and fluid motion overwhelming me with the new sensations. Felipe licked and tasted me like slow-melting ice cream on a summer's day, savoring every drop of my liquid need. He found my swollen clit easily and flicked it with his tongue in such a way that had me gasping, rocking my hips up to be closer to his face. Without pulling away from his meal, Felipe reached for my hands, interlacing his fingers with mine and giving me a solid foundation to cling to as I rode out my pleasure.

The moans that escaped my mouth were foreign, sounds I had no idea I could make, just like I'd never experienced this kind of ecstasy before. And soon, a cresting wave of pleasure was rolling over me, shaking me to my core and seeming to shatter my brain. Felipe coaxed me through it, and when I thought he would pull away to kiss me again, let me taste myself on his tongue before we got to the next step, he didn't. Instead, Felipe seemed to redouble his efforts to drive me insane with his tongue.

It was hard to think straight, but I knew that I wanted more, wanted to feel him plunge inside me for the first time. I wanted to give him the same incredible experience he'd been so diligently giving me. I released his hands with my own, and he took that opportunity to spread my thighs further apart. I reached for his hair, crying out when I felt him suck my clit into his hot mouth.

"I'm ready," I gasped, tugging his hair at the root to pull his mouth away from my overstimulated flesh. God, he looked so sexy with his mouth and chin covered in my wetness. "Please, Felipe, will you make love to me now?"

"That's what I'm doing," he answered with a cheeky grin. His tongue darted out and stroked through my wetness again, and I whimpered.

"I–I already finished," I told him, finishing with a near-scream when he sucked my clit again. "You don't have to keep going."

"I know," he hummed into my pussy. "I am simply addicted to the taste of you, Lila. Please, don't deprive me of this joy."

He almost purred between my legs as I relented, happy to embrace everything he had to give so long as he was willing—enthused—to give it. He slowed his efforts for a moment to let me catch my breath, and then he kissed me there as though he were kissing my mouth, gently and sensually. I watched him, fascinated, as he traced a slender finger through my wetness, making me twitch when he circled my clit again, featherlight and cruel. "I want it to be as good as possible for you, your first time. So please, darling, just come for me again, once more, before you let me inside you."

How could I argue with that? It was only seconds, but it felt like time was moving more slowly, my limbs struggling through the molasses-thick haze of satisfaction, and then he shocked me into another world-bending orgasm that I rode out with my hands gripped firmly in his dark hair. I was panting when Felipe finally pulled away, kissing a trail back up my body until he reached my mouth and shared that heady, sinful taste with me.

There was still more to come, and I knew that viscerally when I felt the desperate hardness of his jutting cock against my thigh again. On a whim, drunk off Felipe and sex, I reached for that thick length, searching for purchase as I cupped my hand around the front of his pants. Felipe groaned softly and helped me to undo the button, the zipper. Together, he and I peeled off his pants, his silken boxer-briefs, and the two of us were completely bare to each other.

It was so hard not to stare. Felipe's erection was long and deliciously engorged, with a slight curve at the end that fascinated me. Dark hair nestled at the base completed the perfect picture. He shivered when I traced the perfect happy trail from his belly button down to his shaft, carefully exploring this new territory for the first time. When I wrapped my hand around him, I didn't know what more to do.

Luckily, Felipe did.

"Let me get a condom, darling," Felipe said into my ear. It took some willpower to let go of his dick, but I was able to do so when I let myself think of what would come next. My inner muscles clenched, desperate to clamp down on him as he thrust into me, deep and hard. In seconds, Felipe had unearthed a foil packet and was ripping it open, allowing me to watch in fascination as he rolled the condom down his length.

Then it was time. Felipe moved back over me, propping himself up with one arm while his other hand found my breast, then slid slowly, oh, so slowly, down to spread my legs. I reached for his hard cock again, and Felipe spread my pussy lips with immense care, and then he was poised at my entrance.

"This may hurt a little," he warned me. I knew that was a possibility, but I was willing to power through for the pleasure I knew was waiting on the other side. But when his hips pressed forward, sheathing his cock inside my wetness, all I felt was a perfect sense of fullness, like coming home.

"Oh, my God," I let out when Felipe was fully seated inside me. He was so deep, this foreign pleasure so carnally satisfying that all I wanted was more, more, more. He checked in with me, made sure I was okay, and when I was close to begging him to fuck me, he finally began to move.

Ecstasy. It was pure, perfect joy that filled me as Felipe began to thrust himself in and out of my no-longer-virgin pussy, showing me the wonders of the world I'd never known. I moaned and panted in time with his thrusts, and my hands scrambled for purchase, coming up to encircle him, pulling him ever closer.

It was so intimate, so hot and passionate, our bodies pressed firmly together like puzzle pieces fitting into place. Felipe's heavy breathing in my ear turned to quiet curses, and soon, I found myself asking him for "More, more, harder, please! " Felipe was all too happy to oblige, losing himself in the need, his hips pulsing ever faster until I was sobbing with the pleasure of it, the perfect way he hit every pleasure point inside me until I was convulsing with my fourth orgasm of the night. My inner muscles clenched and milked his cock, begging him to spend inside me, but Felipe knew how to make this last. He wasn't finished with me yet, and I was the luckiest girl in the world.

Somehow, impossibly, Felipe made me come yet again before we were done. Some witchcraft combination of his thumb pressing into my clit and his hard thrusts finding a new angle when he pushed my thighs up and out, spreading me in a way that was obscene, had me screaming as I orgasmed. He rode it out and finally spent himself, releasing the sexiest groan-growl I'd ever heard. There was nothing better than the feeling of his cock twitching inside me as he held me close, kissing me hard through his release.

And just like that, my virginity was gone. I felt lighter, somehow. Like a burden had been lifted. And even more, I felt an overwhelming sense of peace, knowing that I'd had the most perfect first time I could have imagined.

After, Felipe held me to his chest and showered me with praise, the perfect blend of filthy and sweet that had me blushing and hugging him ever closer, my leg coming up to hook over his hips. "Your pussy is so tight, so warm, that I may never dream of anything else again, mi amor ," he told me when I asked if I was alright. He'd also offered up a compliment I never expected to want. "You're so beautiful when you come."

Maybe we would have gone again if it wasn't so late, if I didn't have to be up early in the morning. Instead, when we'd finally accepted defeat, Felipe's jaw cracking with the strength of his yawns, I made him kiss me goodnight, and he made it linger, telling me in a whisper, "I would love nothing more than to kiss these perfect lips forever." My heart wanted to explode.

Though my body was perfectly exhausted and deliciously sore, I was too wired, too filled with excited joy to fall asleep just yet, even as I heard Felipe's breathing even out beside me. So, instead of rolling over and closing my eyes, I reached for my phone on the nightstand, opening my group-text with Gina and Christine.

Lila: Big news, guys…

A bubble with three typing dots popped up immediately, and Gina's message came through first.

Gina: Pls tell me you hit that delicious Chilean billionaire

Christine: OMG DID Y'ALL BANG

It was hard to keep from laughing. Surely, it would be a loud, snorting kind of laugh, and I didn't want to wake Felipe. Instead, I muffled my giggles as I shook against the mattress, and he stirred but didn't rouse.

Lila: You guys can retire from your mission now. Lila Dawson is a virgin no longer!

My screen lit up with multicolored balloons, my friends having too much fun with the message effects. But no part of me was embarrassed by their excitement. I hugged my phone to my chest and lay back beside Felipe, smiling so hard my cheeks hurt.