We are currently on our way to our hotel. I can t believe Stefano brought me to Paris. I have been to a lot of countries, but never Paris. As cliché as it may sound, I never came here because I always wanted to come with someone I am dating or married to. I want to experience the city of love with someone dear to me. I am more than happy that person is Stefano. Paris is as beautiful as ever, and I can t wait to explore the city with him. While I am looking out the window, I feel a pair of warm rusty hands cup mine. I turn around and face Stefano, who seems to have a lovely smile on his face. It seems I am not the only one who is excited about this trip. I am a little surprised by how he is showing affection, but I am more than happy to have my hand in his.
"Are you happy to be in Paris?"
"Yes, I am," I say, smiling
"Even though you are here with me."
"It s just more reason for me to be happy to be here."
The following day I wake up with the brightest smile on my face. I gently put on my robe and walk over to the balcony. I bask my face in the sunlight while taking in some fresh air and get a nice view of the Eiffel Tower. Someone speaks to me from the balcony beside mine.
"Good morning, luce del sole (Sunshine)," Stefano says, smiling at me.
"Good morning," I say, smiling back
"Do you mind eating breakfast with me?"
"Of course not."
"Alright, I will have room service; bring breakfast for two up to your room."
"No problem"
"Bye," Stefano says and walks back into his room
"Bye," I say, walking back into my room also
Stefano and I had breakfast on my balcony a few hours ago. I am currently on my way back to my room after a lovely day at the spa. Stefano made an appointment for me to spend the whole day at the spa. I assumed we would be spending the day together, but he felt I needed a day at the spa with everything going on. I was happy he read my mind because going to the spa has been on my list of things to do. We plan to have dinner together tonight since we did not spend the day together. I wonder which restaurant he picked because I have a lot I would love to visit here in Paris. I am sure whichever he picks would be amazing.
I walk inside my room and find a box on the bed. I open it to reveal a dress, and it s beautiful. It is a fuchsia beaded Moroccan crepe fitted dress with a v-neckline and a slit. Stefano keeps amazing me with his incredible taste in dresses, but I won t be surprised if Aurora picked it, but that does not matter. He also left a note with it.
'I will pick you up for dinner by seven; I hope you like the dress.
Isn t he the sweetest? I couldn t stop smiling the whole time getting ready. I am super excited to have dinner with Stefano. While I am putting on my earrings, a knock is heard at the door. I look at myself in the mirror to make sure I look ok before opening the door. I open it to reveal Stefano with his back facing me. He is talking to someone, so I clear my throat to get his attention. He turns around, and he looks dashing as always. His Armani suit hugs his body well and does little to hide his gorgeous body. I look up and find him staring at me. He is staring at me the same way he did the night of Aurora s party.
"Stefano," I say, trying to bring his attention back to earth. He suddenly pulls me closer to him by wrapping his arms around my waist and whispers into my ear.
"Sei Bellissima, mio Raggio di sole (You look beautiful, sunshine)."
A shiver goes down my spine as his breath fans my neck with every word he says. I just stare at him, awed by how my body responds to such a little thing.
We arrive at the restaurant after a few minutes of driving. We take the elevator hand in hand up the Eiffel tower. It s like Stefano opened my heart and read everything I wished for and is doing it. I am so happy everything is going beautifully.
Stefano and I take our seats close to the window, which gives us a beautiful view of the city and its breathtaking. We have a lovely time at dinner while discussing different things.
Stefano and I are dancing, and everything is going well until something starts making the lady downstairs dance along with us. I have my back to Stefano while we slowly move to the live band playing. His breath is fanning my neck, and instead of making me feel cold, it makes me feel hot all around my body. He starts trailing his fingers all over my body. From my fingertips, along my arms, and to my neck, and it does not stop there. He starts leaving little kisses, and he does not even care that we are in a public place. The dance floor has dim lights, so hopefully, no one can see us. His lip reaches my neck, and I subconsciously give him more access to my neck.
"You like it," Stefano says, whispering into my neck
"Yes," I say, finding myself suddenly breathless
His hands begin their assault again and start their trail from my exposed legs but stop once they almost reach my waist. I hold my breath and wait for it to get there but frown when he removes his hand.
"I think we should leave."
"Yes, we should," I say, finding myself eager to change location so we can continue what we started.
On the drive back to the hotel, I can t help but think about what will happen between us. I am a virgin, and I know I have the hots for Stefano, but I am a little confused if I am ready. We just had our first date, and I feel it might be too soon to have sex. I have never had sex, and I want to be sure when I do. I wait till we reach my room to speak to Stefano about it.
Once I unlock my door, Stefano waste no time and captures my lips with his. I kiss him back passionately as his hands begin to roam my body. His mouth leaves my lips and trails kisses on my neck. His lips leave hot kisses all over my neck and shoulder. I feel him about to remove my dress, and that s my cue to stop him.
"Stefano," I say, making him look at me.
"What s wrong," He asks, cupping my face in his palms while staring at me. I take a deep breath before I speak because I don t know how Stefano will take what I am about to say.
"I m a virgin, and I don t know if I am ready yet."
"Oh," He says, releasing his hold on my face. Why did he release my face? Is he like one of those guys who hate virgins? I have heard of guys who prefer girls that are not virgins because they are experienced.
"Yes, and I understand if being with me will be a problem," I say, feeling myself getting sad if it will. I can t believe this is what is going to ruin things between us. We just started getting to know each other more.
"Of course, it won t be a problem."
"Then why did you drop your hands from my face the minute I said I am a virgin."
"Because I can t imagine the hell any man who dated you must have gone through."
"Really, not because you don t like virgins."
"No, if anything, I love my ladies untouched and inexperienced. That way, I know I am the only man who has rocked her world. Not that I have a problem with non-virgins, but you know," He says, smirking and winks at me
"Alright, if you say so, and what are we going to do about that," I say, pointing to the huge budge in his pants.
"If you let me, there are other ways I can pleasure you other than sex to make that guy downstairs happy."
"Really," I asked, surprised
"Do you trust me?"
"Yes, I do."
"I will make you scream my name, and I won t even use the big guy," He says, smiling as he seals my lips in a passionate kiss.