Scents of Romance - Pedro Pascal Imagines And Shots

Movie Night - Pedro Pascal

You can barely see his face in the dim light of the room, illuminated only by the images of the movie flowing on the TV screen. It's been a really long time since you and Pedro were together like this, that you didn't give yourselves some time to do something you like. He travels a lot for work and stays away for very long periods, but when he comes home and you're together you don't need anything else. Of course you didn't expect him to fall asleep after just ten minutes, but...is that really important? You felt his body relax and lean against yours, collapsing from fatigue after the long fly before wrapping his arms around your hips, sighing softly. Poor thing, seems exhausted. You looked at him for a moment and then you decided to lie down, with slow movements to not wake him up, making him lie on top of you in a more comfortable position. With a sigh Pedro moved his head a bit, settling on you and immediately falling back into a deep sleep, holding onto you a little bit more. You want this moment to never end.

"That's why you let me pick the movie..." you whisper to yourself with half a smile and eyes full of love, chuckling at the thought that, deep down, you knew this was supposed to end this way.

You don't mind the weight of his body lying on top of yours, the only thing you care about right now is that he's sleeping so peacefully, finally in your arms after so long. You gently slide your fingers through his brown hair and you get lost looking at his features, his beautiful face now asleep in a relaxed expression with those lips half open. God, how much you missed him. Every inch of him. Every time he has to leave and you know you won't see him for months...it's a painful knock-down. Endless days that never go by. With your fingertips you touch his hair and the movie no longer interests you, completely lost in the thoughts and emotion of having him there in your arms. So sweet, so vulnerable. You keep looking at him in the twilight, stroking his head softly and all you can think about is how much you love him and how lucky you are. In recent months his success has exploded and, although that's the reason why you two are forced to stay away from each other, you're really happy that he's finally having the recognition he deserves, for which he has always worked so hard. Pedro loves his work and you're thinking about how much passion and love he puts in it every time, transforming himself and taking on the role of many different characters, sometimes so different from his way of being. But looking at him now, so calm and relaxed...all you can see is just Pedro. Your man, the guy you fell in love with a few years ago and he's completely himself just when he's with you. You hear a slight groan as he moves a little before opening his eyes slightly to smile, a bit confused by sleep.

"It's not over yet?"

You smile again.

"No...you know, you fell asleep pretty quickly this time"

"I'm sorry" he answers you with a deep and husky voice "...I have jet lag to blame."

Your gaze got used to the dark and now you can see his eyes looking at you in silence. You just smile at him as his eyes move over your lips, then back into yours.

"We can restart it if you want."

You said it, okay. You both know you just said it. Pedro smiles a bit as he leans forward, almost carefully, bringing his face closer. His lips meet yours in a slow and gentle kiss, kissing you again and then again with a hand resting on your cheek, gently caressing your face with his thumb continuing to kiss you so softly. No one can kiss you the way he does.

"I'm gonna take that as a no" you tell him in a whisper before tasting his lips again as he lifts his body lying over you, settling himself between your legs. The scent of his aftershave is intoxicating your senses as your body melt and burn like fire under the touch of his warm hands, running under the lightweight cotton of your shirt. His tongue caresses yours as a small groan comes out of your throat when he presses his bulge against your most sensitive part. You love the way he touches you, the way he kisses you. How is it that he can make you feel so loved and so desired at the same time? You want to make sweet love to him but you also want to get fucked so rough. Damn. His hand runs over the skin of your back and you grab the flaps of his white shirt, lifting it and pulling it off, revealing his beautiful body that you look as if it were the eighth world wonder. Pedro doesn't waste time and takes off your shirt too, throwing it and making it end up on the TV screen. Your kisses are deep as if you wanted to devour each other while he caresses your breasts, pushing his body more and more against yours and making you breathe faster, tremble with the urge to have him inside you. 

"I want you so bad" he tells you between one kiss and another before sliding the tip of his tongue on your upper lip, making your body feel run by electricity from the head to toe. Your fingers are sinking into his hair, his moustache is slightly tickling the skin of your neck and his hand is slowly slipping under the elastic of your pajama shorts, making you gasp when his fingers reach your slit and gently sliding over it. A grin appears on his face.

"...looks like you want me too."

You lift your butt a little to make it easier for him to take off your shorts that in a few seconds are on the floor along with your panties. Pedro stands there looking at you for a few seconds, naked under him with the skin quivering.

"What did I do to deserve you?" and after another kiss he takes off his boxers, going back to lie on top of you. God, you never get tired of seeing him like that. His cock is thick and hard, you feel the tip that rests on your entrance while you no longer resist: you want it, you need it. Feeling him closer, finally inside you, fused together in the oblivion of love.

"Pedro"

Your lips are barely touching.

"Yes, mi amor..."

He’s leaving so many little kisses all over your face.

"I love you."

He smiles and kisses you deeply as he slips inside you, so slowly, filling you up completely and taking your breath away. It’s the most beautiful feeling you’ve ever felt. Making love with Pedro takes you straight to heaven, he moves his hips sinking into you and holding onto your body, touching and kissing it as if you were made of sugar and gold. He accelerates his pace and his blows become more decisive, sinking into you as your sighs and groans intertwine in a crescendo of passion and pleasure.

"I love you more" he answers you in a sigh, his mouth tastes yours again and your head starts to spin as you’re about to reach your orgasm, with your eyes watery and your soul shining. 

"Cum for me, baby" he moans "I want you to cum."

The sound of his voice in your ear, the smell of his skin, his lips upon thee go to your head and you reach maximum pleasure, moaning loudly and throwing your head back on the couch, almost screaming his name while your body trembles sinking your fingers into his back. For a moment Pedro slows down giving you a chance to catch your breath, licking your lips, biting your skin. He's smiling.

"Fuck, I love to see you like this" he tells you softly as it keeps moving inside you, going out and then all the way in "I love to pleasure you...and make you feel...good"

He starts fucking you again, grabbing you and pushing harder with his eyes full of love and fire.

"Fuck, babe... don't stop, please!"

You close your eyes and almost scream, wrapping your legs around his waist and feeling his dick pulsating inside your wet cunt, he's filling you with his hot liquid as you're enjoying his moans of pleasure against your neck. Your body reaches its second orgasm and you hold onto his body, with a short breath and a running heart.

"Oh, God..."

After a few minutes Pedro comes out of you, extends his arm to the floor and hands you a tissue before laying on your body again, holding you close.

"Hey..."

With a finger on your chin he turns your face towards his and kisses you so slowly, a kiss full of love and devotion to the woman he loves more than his life. You’ve never felt so at peace, so happy, so alive.

"You know...I think movie night is by far my favorite"

He looks at you and smiles, tired and happy to have you in his arms.