Taken the Spaniard's Virgin

“Not on the menu.” But he wanted to. Badly.

She pouted and he had to kiss her again. Then he was pushing her back on the couch and disposing of her nightshirt so he could do what she’d said she fantasized about…. kiss her all over.

Amber screamed as she climaxed from the incredible sensation of having her most intimate flesh invaded by Miguel’s tongue. He’d done this before, but this time he’d used his mouth to sensitize every centimeter of her body first. And she was a quivering mess. At least inside. Outside, she was sweaty, her hot skin radiating with spent pleasure.

Miguel lifted her into his arms. “Time for bed now.”

“What about you?”

“I found my pleasure in giving you yours. Literally.” He laid her on the bed. “I’ll be back in a minute. I have to clean up.”

“Oh, wow…”

She was barely coherent when he returned to the bed to pull her into his arms and glad he didn’t expect her to bathe again, though she’d need a nice long shower in the morning.

“Was wonderful,” she slurred.

“Tomorrow, when I can be inside you will be even better.”

“Might not survive it.”

His rich chuckle was the last sound she heard as she slipped into sleep.

The next morning, Amber woke alone. She wasn’t surprised because Miguel had woken her before leaving to tell her to get more rest and that he would be back later in the morning. She’d promptly gone back to sleep and just woken.

The clock on the bedside table said it was just going on nine, which was hours later than she’d slept in for months. But considering how late they’d gotten back from the casino and what they’d done in the middle of the night, well…maybe she could be forgiven for sleeping in a little.

She took her time showering and drying her hair, stopping at one point facing the mirror, wrapped in a towel. She let the towel drop to take her usual inventory, determine if she needed to work on any particular part of her body before the next job and ended up staring rather dazedly instead.

Small marks on her breasts, stomach and thigh attested to Miguel’s oral attentions. Her nipples beaded immediately as memory of those attentions washed over her. Her breasts were no rounder than they had been the day before and yet somehow they seemed more prominent to her. When she looked at her waist and hips, she did not see artistic proportion, but curves meant to entice her lover.

It had been a long time since she had looked in the mirror and seen anything but a tool for her trade. So long in fact, that she could not remember the last time. Now she was seeing a woman capable of giving and receiving immense sensual pleasure. A woman capable of love.

Miguel returned a little before noon. He made good on his promise to squire Amber around Barcelona, taking her toParc Güell to see the incredible whimsy designed by Antoni Gaudi. The Snake Bench was incredible. Pictures she’d seen of the yards long, winding mosaic bench could not do it justice.

“This is incredible,” she said with a sigh, enjoying the panoramic view from her perch on one of the interior curves of the bench.

“Yes. Gaudi was a man with vision.”

“Not everyone thinks so.”

“Not everyone gets the Modernistic Style.”

She smiled. “But we do.”

“Yes, we share this in common.”

They actually liked a lot of the same things and shared many of the same interests. Miguel had been able to answer numerous questions she’d had on Barcelona, its people and its history and had proven himself not only capable, but enthusiastic in doing so.

“I don’t remember having so much fun with another person when traveling,” she said with a grin. Not the smile she used for the camera, but a happy expression that started deep in her chest. “Not even my mom.”

“Your mother, for all her paragon list of virtues you’ve shared with me, is still a mother. I am, however, your lover and a native of this city that fascinates you so.”

He proved the lover part again later that afternoon, turning siesta time once again into an exercise in discovering her latent sensuality. They spent several days seeing Barcelona and its surrounding area. On one occasion, they went to a nearby beach and he surprised her by arranging a hotel room right on the water.

She loved it.

They walked hand in hand on the pebbly beach near dusk. She missed watching the sun set over the water, but Miguel had promised to wake her to enjoy the sun rising over the sea the next morning. “I promise you, the colors are spectacular.”