Madrid With Dad's Best Friend: An Instalove Possessive Age Gap Romance Page 4

  “How could I not?” Enrique’s thumb traces over my bottom lip, rough but gentle. “I want you so bad it’s hard for me to hold back. I could take you right this moment, my Lilita. But you deserve more. I’ll make it worth the wait. But for tonight, I can still make you feel good.”

  “What do you mean?” I gasp out, barely able to focus.

  Enrique leans in to kiss me softly on the lips, and I feel his hand on my thigh through my dress. “Do you trust me?” he asks.

  I don’t really know if I should yet. But I do. And if trusting him is what it takes to allow me to have him, for him to take me and show me a whole new world that I’ve never entered before, then I will without hesitation. “Yes,” I tell him, my voice barely above a whisper.

  Enrique kisses me deeper in response, gently guiding me to lay back on the bed without moving my position, leaving my legs bent at the knees over the side. His hands trail down the sides of my legs as he hovers over me, then they move up again, dipping under the fabric of my dress.

  I don’t know if I understand. If he won’t have sex with me tonight, then what is he doing? His hands gradually bunch the fabric up over my waist, leaving my panties exposed, the delicate lace trim on cotton that I picked out today just in case.

  Then his mouth is gone from mine, leaving my eyes to pop open in surprise and find him gone, though his hands are still on my thighs. I tilt my head and see him kneeling in front of me. Catching my gaze with his and holding it, Enrique hooks his fingers under both sides of my panties and pulls the fabric down, making me instinctively lift my hips to help them slide away and down my legs, where Enrique discards them on the floor.

  I feel my cheeks burn. No one has ever seen me like this, and especially with his face so close to my nakedness. Before I have a chance to squirm away, he nudges his body in between my knees, opening me up like a flower, and I tremble at the thought that he can see all of me in front of him.

  I might have been too nervous, too self-conscious, I might have tried to push him away and close my legs, but I don’t have the chance to do that. Before I know it, his head darts forward and I feel something down there, something hot and wet and rough–

  And it takes me a moment before I realize it’s Enrique’s tongue. He’s licking me! It’s not like I’m completely without a clue, and I’ve heard of this kind of thing before, but I never imagined what it would feel like. I never imagined I would experience it. His tongue moves over my lips with slow, steady motions, gradually speeding up, and I shudder at the reaction of my nerves with every time he passes over me, sending tingles deep into my body, making me lie back on the bed and relax, the feeling too intense to stay in control.

  I forget about my nervousness, about how awkward I felt to be uncovered in front of him. It all melts away with every lap of his tongue, and when he starts to swirl his tongue instead of lapping straight up and down, I can’t help but gasp and moan out loud. There’s one particular bundle of nerves he seems to focus on, where everything is so much more intense until it’s all I can think about and the rest of the world disappears.

  It feels so incredible I find myself gasping for breath, even though I’m not even moving. Enrique’s hands grip my hips firmly and hold me in place while he works me with his tongue, the powerful muscle even delving inside me momentarily, making me almost sit up involuntarily with how it feels. Then it circles again, around and around, driving me higher and higher, until I feel like I’m standing on the edge of a cliff and it feels so good, so much better than I could have dreamed, but instinct tells me that the fall will be even better,

  I plunge from the cliff, letting sensation rule me and take over every other sense, eliminating logic and thought, until there is only a pulsing heat between my legs, a shimmering fire running through all of my veins, and a white light in my head, a total absence of anything but the pleasure until it begins to fade out and I find myself gasping on the bed.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  Enrique

  “Was it good?” I ask her, with a bit of a cheeky grin on my face because I know the answer. Of course, I know the answer. I felt it, saw it, close at hand. Lily’s not experienced enough to know how to fake it and you can’t fake something like that.

  “Yes,” Lily moans breathlessly, still recovering. I get up and lay down beside her, laughing a little at the blissed-out expression on her face and how utterly beautiful she looks like this.

  “I’m glad,” I say. I lean forward and kiss her gently. “You know, we should eat this room service before it is ruined.”

  Lily blinks slowly, then turns to me. I can see her coming back into herself. If I had my way, she would never have to – if it was possible to do such a thing, I would have her suspended in a never-ending world of bliss, always taking pleasure to the highest degree, never having to come down. But, I suppose, this is to be human. Without the comedown, we don’t know how good the pleasure really is.

  “We should eat,” she agrees. There’s something new in her eyes when she looks at me, a shared experience, and also her first one. I think of how she will look after I take her for the first time and it’s almost too much to hold myself back. I could bury myself in her right now, bring her to her pleasure again, take mine too. I could have her look at me with not just adoration but belonging, have her know that I possess her.

  But not tonight. I made a promise, and I will keep it.

  I roll away from her and get up, heading over to pick up the tray. “Sit up against the pillows,” I tell her, managing to look away and rearrange some things on the tray while she reaches for her panties and puts them back on. Not to protect her modesty, we are a little beyond that, but because I don’t know that I could resist stopping her from covering herself up if I were to watch.

  I sit next to her with the tray balanced across both of our knees, between us. A shared thing. Just one of many to come. In my head, I’m already making plans for how things will go. As Lily starts to eat her dessert, I instead take out my phone and send a quick message to Fernando, telling him that I won’t be available for the rest of the week. I can perhaps manage some time here and there to answer a few emails and sign off on necessary work, but otherwise, I don’t intend to waste any time on work this week.

  I have something far more important to focus on because Lily is here for just one week, and not a moment of that can be ignored. If she gets the job placement, later there will be more time, but it will be later. Right now, I have to make the most of every minute she’s here in Madrid. Once she gets on that plane to go home, the opportunity will be lost.

  I tuck my phone away and dig into my cheesecake, pairing it with a scoop of ice cream for the maximum flavor impact. Still, it doesn’t compare. I glance at Lily out of the side of my eye. “What do you think of the food?” I ask.

  “It’s delicious,” Lily says. “Do you like it?”

  “It doesn’t taste as good as you.” I grin, pleased that she allowed me to set up the perfect line.

  From the side of my eye, I see her cheeks flaming red. But I also see that she’s smiling. And while she may be shy for now, due to her inexperience, I also know that I’m winning her over with every word, with every moment of pleasure. And there will be more to come, not just when I take her but in every small piece that I can provide – the best food, the finest clothes, the most luxurious settings. I will give it all to her.

  “Do you need to go home?” Lily asks as we finish our dessert. I sense a little sadness in her tone. She doesn’t want me to go. Good. I don’t want to go, either.

  “No,” I tell her. “I can sleep here. I’m not working tomorrow, or for the rest of the week. We can spend this time together.”

  “Are you sure that’s alright?” Lily asks, wide eyed. “Can you really take so much time off?”

  “Lilita,” I tell her, turning to cup the side of her face in my hand. “Work is forever. You are here only for one week. Tell me, on which should I focus my time?”

  She blushes again,
and this time I lean in to kiss her cheeks, both of them, one after the other. “I suppose if you put it like that,” she says, a little shyly.

  I laugh. “I will take the spare pillows and blanket and sleep on the floor, by your side.”

  “But you can’t do that,” Lily protests. “You’ll be uncomfortable.”

  “To be close to you is enough for me. I’ll be fine.”

  “We can just share the bed,” Lily suggests, gesturing to how we’re sitting, side by side. “Just like this. You’ll be much more comfortable.”

  “But we can’t share the bed.”

  “Why not?”

  I lean in close to whisper in her ear. “Because if I was so close to your body all night long, I wouldn’t be able to resist tearing off your clothes and making you mine.”

  Lily makes a squeaking noise and lights up bright red again, and I chuckle low in my throat.

  “We should get ready for bed,” I tell her. “Tomorrow, I want to treat you. For that, we both need our rest.”

  And she doesn't argue again, even if she does present me with a very big problem. Because when she comes out of the bathroom changed into a thin nightgown through which I can clearly see the outline of her body, it’s as much as I can do to remind myself of my promise and stay firmly in my makeshift bed on the floor. But it certainly makes for a sweet dream.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  Lily

  For just one moment when I wake up, I forget. I slowly open my eyes, and the memories come rushing back to me. First, I’m not home, but in a hotel in Madrid. Second, last night was the most amazing night of my life so far. Third, Enrique is asleep beside me on the floor.

  I shoot upright and look down, but he isn’t there at all. Even the pillows and blanket are gone. Glancing around, I realize that he’s neatly folded them and put them back where they came from in the closet.

  But there’s no sign of him. Where did he go? Did he change his mind and leave me after all? My heart thunders in my chest at the potential disappointment and misery.

  “Ah, buenos dias, Lilita,” Enrique says, stepping out of the bathroom and seeing that I’m awake.

  A joy blossoms inside my chest, a relief at knowing that he’s still here. But strangely, he’s fully dressed already and wearing a different suit and shirt to yesterdays.

  “How did you…?” I ask, simultaneously realizing that I’m nowhere near as put together. I haven’t even looked in the mirror, but I’m sure that my hair resembles a bird’s nest and my face is bleary or blotchy with sleep.

  “I had my assistant drop off some things this morning,” Enrique smiles. He finishes fiddling with his cuff and moves over to plant a kiss on my forehead. “Now, get dressed. We’re going shopping.”

  “Shopping?” I ask, my eyes wide as I get out of the bed, moving towards the closet to pick out something to wear.

  “Yes. Everything will be my treat,” he says, his eyes sparkling. “There’s not a moment to lose.”

  I quickly grab a pair of jeans and a top, something simple and comfortable, and perfect in case the weather conditions are changeable, and get dressed in the bathroom. I have enough time to brush my hair and teeth and put on a little makeup before I emerge, ready to go.

  “Perfect,” Enrique says, looking me up and down with a smile that lights up his eyes. He offers me his arm as we step outside of the hotel room, and I take it, beyond excited about what we will do next.

  We walk into the center of Madrid and onto a wide street which is lined with tall grey stone buildings. All of them seem to house the best names, Chanel, Dior, Balmain, Valentino, Vivienne Westwood, and more and more, stretching down the street as far as I can see. I have no doubt that if we were to continue down the street, we would see even more big names that I recognize but have never been able to afford.

  I feel a bit nervous like maybe I’m not supposed to be here. The big guards, wearing black suits and headpieces, in every doorway, make me feel like I’m not supposed to go in. But Enrique quickly steers me towards the closest store and in, passing by the guard as he does, and I could swear the guard even nods as if he knows him.

  Inside there are both menswear and womenswear sections, but Enrique doesn’t even look to see if there is anything he might want. He just stays by my side, glancing around at all of the options on display.

  “Do you see anything you like?” he asks.

  I feel awkward, staring around at this foreign world. The store assistants are all tall and thin as rakes, like models, with clean faces and bored expressions. They’re probably around my own age, or not much older. But I can’t imagine anything they wear would ever fit me.

  “I don’t know,” I say, doubtfully. I was excited about this shopping trip, but now I’m beginning to quail. What if they all just look at me as being fat and ugly, and unworthy of shopping in their store? Will they even have anything in my size?

  “Just let me know if you want to try anything,” Enrique says. “You can have anything you want.”

  “I don’t think so,” I say, turning towards the door. I’m suddenly desperate to leave. “I don’t think this is my style.”

  Enrique hesitates, but he follows after me, catching up with me outside on the street where I feel like I can breathe again. “Where do you want to go next?” he asks. “You can choose anywhere. I don’t mind.”

  I can’t think of a single place that will offer the kind of thing I’m used to. None of these stores are anything like where I usually shop and I feel so out of place. “I don’t know,” I say, nervously, hoping we can get to the end of this street and just decide to do something else for the rest of the day.

  Enrique stops, making me turn back to him on the sidewalk. People are flowing around us, but he doesn’t seem to notice. “Lilita,” he says. “You’re upset?”

  “No,” I say, quickly, maybe too quickly. He doesn’t look convinced.

  “Tell me what’s wrong,” he says, taking my hands and holding them between us. His touch is soothing, and it allows me to relax just a tiny bit until I can speak.

  “I don’t know if they will have my size,” I blurt out. “It’s embarrassing. I don’t want them to laugh at me.”

  Wordlessly, Enrique draws me into his strong arms. “Lilita,” he says, right into my ear. “Your body is perfect. Beautiful. You will look good in anything. If those girls laugh at you, I’ll have them fired. Let’s go somewhere I trust. I can get you a personal shopper. She’ll be able to pick out things for you that are the best choices. What do you say?”

  I nod mutely against his shoulder. If we can do it like that, it might not be so bad.

  Enrique leads me to another store, and though my heart races in my chest, the store assistant that greets us seems friendly enough. Enrique tells her something in Spanish, I guess, asking her to choose some things for me.

  “Vale,” she says and touches me on the shoulder. “Come this way for me, si? Have a nice seat while I pick some things.”

  I follow her to a plush oversized armchair near the changing rooms, and Enrique sits at my side. Before I can even catch my breath enough to begin approaching a relaxed state, or to wonder how long it will take, the assistant is back, a whorl of different colors and fabrics over her arm.

  Between us, she speaks enough English and me enough basic Spanish that I can figure out what she wants me to do with each. She hands them over one at a time and I come out, wearing them, showing them off.

  I don’t know what I expected, but one thing is clear this personal shopper knows what she’s doing. Each item looks amazing on my body, transforming me from an awkward plus sized girl into a woman with voluptuous curves, hiding and highlighting all of the right things. I can hardly believe it, but as the morning wears on, I’m more and more confident in myself, seeing myself transformed in front of the mirror.

  But the best part by far is the way Enrique looks at me. Not just admiringly because he does heap praise on me with each outfit but there is something else beneath the
surface there too. Like this is how he’s been seeing me all along, and he knew I just needed a little help to see it myself.

  In the end, I settle on a few things that I want to keep, and after lunch, we head to another shop where I pick out a few more. I feel a little bad for spending Enrique’s money like this, but he won’t hear a word of protest. He insists that he wants me to look and feel my best, he even hands me a bag to get changed after lunch to wear one of my new outfits.

  And he’s right. I feel like a million bucks. I don’t know how he did it, but he’s made me feel like a whole new person. A woman, with confidence and power, and the ability to look amazing in these wonderful gifts. I don’t know how I can ever thank him enough, and this is just one day. He’s promised me the rest of the week, and I can’t imagine what else I will have to thank him for by the end of it.

  “Where now?” I ask, stepping out onto the street after another store, where I managed to convince him that I don’t need an expensive perfume. There are only so many things I can take back home with me, after all.

  “It’s getting late,” Enrique says. He squints up at the sky for a moment, today it’s not quite as bright, with a few clouds drifting across the sun. “Soon it will be heading towards darkness. Perhaps we should retire shopping for the day.”

  “Okay,” I agree easily. “Then, dinner? But isn’t it a little early for you?”

  Enrique grins. “You’re learning the Spanish way,” he says. “Perhaps it’s a little early for dinner. But I have another place I would like to show you before we eat.”

  “What’s that?” I ask.

  “My place,” he says. “Come. We’ll get a taxi. It’s not too far.”

  My heart soars in my chest. He’s taking me back to his place. Does that mean that soon we’ll be… doing what he promised? This combined with the idea of seeing where he lives has me walking on air, floating due to the flapping wings of all the butterflies in my stomach. I can hardly bear the excitement.

  It’s going to happen now. I know it.