Selena's POV
"I don't… I don't know what to say. I have this warm fuzzy feeling in the pit of my stomach and my hearts pounding really hard in my chest." I whispered to Demi after god knows how long of silence. Our foreheads were pressed together, and I had moved so that I was sitting on her lap, straddling her waist since we no longer were required to wear our seatbelts.
"My head's spinning and I can barely hear anything because my hearts beating so loud, but I can hear every word you're saying perfectly." Demi replied to me quietly.
"I know I'm younger than you and you're probably worrying that I'm mistaking love for lust, but I'm pretty sure that I'm not, I don't know exactly what love is but I'm pretty convinced that this is it." I told her. It's true, I don't know what love it, not totally anyway, but I think once you don't know how to describe it… well, then you know you're in love.
"I'm not worrying. I love you, you love me, that's all there is to it." She replied with a soft smile.
There were no more words spoken for the rest of the flight, I was just sitting on her lap with my head buried in between her neck and her shoulders, completely comfortable with how we were.
"Ladies and gentlemen, if you could all please fasten your seatbelts, we will be beginning our descent to Jamaica in five minutes." Came the pilots voice over the speakers. I felt Demi stiffen up slightly, I knew she was scared of this bit. I got off her lap and sat in my own seat next to her.
"It's okay baby. I'll hold your hand and it'll be over, then we'll be in Jamaica and we have a whole two weeks to do whatever we want." I told her, trying my best to comfort her. I put my hand out for her to take, which she did gratefully.
"Well that seems worth the pain." She replied weakly.
The air hostesses started walking up and down the plane, checking that everyone's seatbelts were fastened, telling a couple of people to turn their iPod's off, and checking that the seats were all upright… I'll never understand what that has to do with anything.
We were landing for around half an hour. Demi was practically white when we hit the ground and she let out a really loud breath, I actually thought for a second that she'd been holding her breath the whole time, then I realised it wasn't possible.
"We're here baby. Two whole weeks of sun, sea, sand, and all that holiday crap. No one knows us here, we can do what we want." I told her happily as people started getting up and getting their hand luggage from the overhead compartments. Demi and I didn't even attempt to move until the majority of the other people had gotten off the plane.
We left the airport and got into the cab that was waiting to take us to the hotel we were staying at. It was eight thirty by the time we got to the hotel, it was dark, which meant the hotel and the grounds around it were all beautifully lit.
"This is gorgeous." Demi breathed out as we stopped outside the hotel. A man in a grey suit opened the doors and grinned at us, it was kind of creepy.
"May I take your bags and things please ladies?" He asked in an unnaturally high pitched voice. I nodded at him slowly, trying to work out if it was his real voice or just an act.
"Yeah, sure, they're in the trunk Mr…" I trailed off, unsure of what to call him.
"Bieber, Justin Bieber, I'll take these, if you two would like to go on in through the glass doors and check in." He instructed us with that same creepy smile. I looked at him suspiciously, his hair was much too floppy for my liking.
"Okay, thank you." I told him as Demi and I climbed out of the cab and went up the few steps and through the revolving glass doors, as instructed.
The lobby alone was beautiful, it was all white with black furniture, and it looked like the five stars could have been earned from that alone. There was a marble fountain in the corner by the doors which I guessed led to the swimming pool, with dolphins in the middle spraying water into the basin below.
"Good Evening ladies, may I take a name please." Asked a man with a heavy Jamaican accent, he was very dark-skinned and looked extremely posh. His suit didn't have a single crinkle in it and the check-in desk was perfectly organised, even his pens were colour co-ordinated.
"Gomez." I told him as I watched Justin walk in with our bags on a cart. He stood behind us, which caused me to move closer to Demi slightly. She chuckled quietly at me and wrapped her arm around my shoulder.
"You're booked into our Executive Romance suite for two weeks, is that correct?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. I nodded in response and he clicked something on the iMac in front of him. "Very well then, here's your key-card, Mr. Bieber will show you to your room." He said in a monotonic voice.
Justin grinned at us yet again and led us into the elevator. We went to the third floor and got out of the glass elevator, which gave us an amazing view of the lit pools. It was seriously beautiful, I actually couldn't believe they hadn't given the hotel six stars, you know, made a new rating and all that.
"This is your suite ladies, there's a leaflet in there with all the numbers to dial for different things, along with mealtimes, happy-hour times, and a list of activities. Enjoy your stay and find me if you need anything extra." He told us with what I swear was a dodgy wink. He wasn't even attractive!
The door closed and Demi turned to me with a devilish grin on her face. The room was huge. It was white with red roses on the walls, rose petals on the bed which had black sheets on it, candles dotted around the room giving off a spicy sort of smell, it was hard to describe. There was a huge walk-in closet, a bathroom which had two of everything, a Jacuzzi and a black mini-fridge next to the Jacuzzi. There was champagne in an ice bucket next to the sink and after looking closer I realised that there was rose petals in the Jacuzzi as well.
"This is absolutely beautiful." Demi whispered breathlessly. I smiled lovingly at her and pushed a strand of fallen hair behind her ear.
"It's not as beautiful as you. I love you." I mumbled quietly to her.
"I love you too baby." She whispered back to me. I looked just behind Demi and saw a marble clock on the wall. It was midnight.
"I think we should go to bed." I told her quietly. She grinned and nodded, moving so she was standing behind me with her arms around my waist and her chin on my shoulder, kissing my neck softly. We walked over to the bed, stopping in front of it.
Demi leant forward and kissed me slowly, softly capturing my lips in between hers. I smiled into the kiss like an idiot, it was amazing knowing that no-one could walk in on us and get us in the shit.
She started pushing me further towards the bed slowly, until the backs of my knees hit the mattress, causing me to fall back onto the memory-foam mattress with Demi on top of me. I knew where this was going, it was obvious, but then again it didn't the last time this happened.
We shifted up the bed slightly so that my head was resting on my pillow and Demi was still on top of me, propped up slightly by her elbows. She moved her hands down to the bottom of my t-shirt and looked up at me, breaking the kiss.
"Please tell me if you want me to stop." She mumbled as she lifted the fabric slightly to expose my tanned stomach. I nodded, unable to make the words come out of my mouth. "Do you want me to stop?" She asked me quietly.
"No." I told her firmly, I wanted her so badly; I wanted my first time to be with her, I was sure of it. We'd stuck to what we said, we weren't going to have sex; we were going to make love.
She started kissing my belly softly, licking and nipping at small bits of skin, being careful not to leave any marks; they wouldn't go down too well with my parents.
She moved my t-shirt up even more, past my bra, silently asking me to raise my arms, which I did. She pulled the thin black fabric off me and tossed it to the side; I think it landed by the closet door. Her hands roamed up and down my sides as she kissed a trail up to my bra-clad breasts and started licking down the valley between them.
"Can I?" She whispered to me with her hands on the clasp to my bra. I nodded and swallowed, I had a lump in my throat, and I felt like I was going to be sick, I was so nervous!
With one swift movement my bra was undone and the straps were sliding down my arms, gradually revealing my breasts. She stared at me for a short while, in what seemed like awe.
"You're so beautiful. You're perfect to me." She croaked out. I still couldn't speak so I just grinned and lifted my head to kiss her lips passionately.
"I love you."
"I love you too." Demi replied before kissing down my chest, gradually kissing further down my left breast until she got to my erect nipple, which she took in her mouth softly and started sucking on. Her hand found its way to my right nipple, being sure not to neglect it. It felt so good. She felt so good.
She started kissing down my stomach again, dipping her tongue in my bellybutton swiftly before moving her hands down to the button on my skinny jeans. She looked up at my face, her eyes connected with mine.
"Please, Selena, please tell me if you want me to stop or do anything different." She practically begged. I nodded. "Is this your first time?" She asked. I nodded to that as well. "I want to make this perfect for you, so please tell me if there's anything you want doing differently." She carried on quietly. My mouth was dry, but I finally managed to speak to her.
"I will. It's perfect because it's with you." I croaked out to her. I think that was all the confirmation she wanted because she grinned at me, kissed the bare skin on the bottom of my stomach, and then undid the button in one extremely skilled movement.
She slid my pants down my legs slowly, her fingertips sending shivers up and down my legs as they grazed the warm skin softly. My jeans were quickly discarded to the floor, leaving nothing but my white laced French panties keeping my virginity intact.
Demi placed soft butterfly kisses up my inner thighs, getting higher and higher, rubbing the inside of my legs gently.
She moved her hands up and rested her left hand on my inner thigh and moved so she was kneeling between my legs. Her right hand went to my pantie-clad centre and she started rubbing ever so lightly. I flinched at the first contact there, I couldn't stop it, and I think she got my clit. I couldn't believe how wet I'd gotten down below until Demi grinned devilishly at me and pulled her hand away.
"Someone's very excited, you've basically soaked through." She told me with a mischievous glint in her eyes. I shrugged my shoulders and looked down, I was so sexually frustrated, I needed her to carry on.
"I don't care, just fuck me already." I told her, gripping the extremely soft pillow beneath my head to try and relieve some of my tension; I had no idea where it suddenly came from.
"My pleasure." She replied, moving her hand back down and rubbing me through my apparently soaked panties again.
I gasped when she slipped her somewhat cold hand inside my laced panties and I gasped even louder when she slid a finger inside of me. I groaned loudly and let my eyes roll back in my head in pure ecstasy.
She moved slowly in and out of me, with just the one finger causing waves of pleasure to run through my body like electric shocks.
"Is that okay?" She asked me worriedly. I didn't open my eyes, I just nodded hard. "I'm not hurting you, am I?" She asked worriedly. Truth be told, it did hurt a little, but it was my first time, it was to be expected, so I shook my head no.
I couldn't hold back the pleasured moan that vibrated my throat when she slipped in another finger and started to pump harder and faster. I discovered then that I was very much a screamer.
She abruptly pulled her hand out of my underwear when I began shaking and my toes began curling. I wasn't stupid, I knew what that meant, it meant I was about to hit my climax. Come on, what seventeen year old virgin has never masturbated? Get real.
To my surprise, instead of finishing and leaving me somewhat hanging, she basically ripped my panties down my legs and flung them across the room. I was breathing heavily and I was in dire need of total release.
Demi wasted no time in kissing my practically dripping centre. "I love you." She muttered, her hot breath hitting my core like a knife, painfully pleasurable.
Before I could even register what she was doing she had begun licking circles around my clit, sucking it, biting it softly, and flicking it with her tongue. Such an amazing sensation ran through my body and I didn't want the moment to end, ever.
She dipped her hot tongue into my core and brought it in and out, now rubbing her thumb over my clit.
I screamed her name, loudly, and then I felt the release I had been desperately craving.
Demi got up from where she was and crawled up the bed to me, still fully clothed and smiling like a total idiot.
"How was that for a first time beautiful?" She asked me as I moved so that my head was resting on her chest whilst I attempted to get my breathing and heart-rate back to normal.
"That was indescribable, I can't believe it took me seventeen years to do it, but I'm glad it did, because the fact that it was with you made it totally perfect." I admitted honestly, my cheeks gathering a slight blush that had nothing to do with me being out of breath.
"I'm glad you think that baby, was it everything you hoped it would be?"
"And much, much more." I told her with a grin.
We fell asleep shortly after.
But not before Demi got her turn.
She also turned out to be a screamer.
We were so going to get kicked out of the hotel if we kept it up.
Oh well.
We'd make up for it in the morning, at least I would because I was bound to be extremely sore.