Falling for You

Wide Awake

Song - Wide awake by Katy Perry

- warning contains smut

Now, usually I wouldn't drop absolutely everything for a boyfriend. But every time he looked at me I melted with love. I couldn't stand the thought that he'd be away for three weeks without me. And the fact he wanted me to go with him so badly made it even harder to say no.

So here we were in a cheap Paris hotel bed. Lying naked covers barely cascaded over us. I wasn't thinking about how angry my boss will be or how annoyed my friends will be that they're lead singer ditched the band for three weeks. I could only concentrate on how infatuated I was with him.

The gleaming moonlight shined through the window on his skin. His green eyes glowed in the night, his hair chaotic and wavy. His soft pink lips allowed his cigarette to calm him post sex. I, looking a rare mess compared to his beauty, had smudged lipstick from giving him a blowjob and frizzy, messy hair that had been pulled  by his delicate fingers.

Lying head on his slow rising and falling chest I decided it was the appropriate moment.
"I love you." I whispered almost a mumble.
"Hm?"
I placed a delicate kiss on his chin before repeating, louder.
"I love you Timothée."

A smile appeared across his face before he put his lips to mine.
"I love you too."

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The next day I was left alone in Paris. I didn't want to hinder him at work or more likely distract him so I explored the city. I met a girl called Marie at a cafe and ended up having an hour long conversation with her about London as she was from there too. I gave her my number to keep in touch and went back to the hotel.

About 3 Timothée came back.
"Baby!" I exclaimed running up to him like a child. "How was work?"
I smothered him in kisses while he began;
"Good, we got a lot done so they let me leave early and now I'm here." He smiled down at me. "I do need to go for a shower though. I'm all sweaty you know it's hot in Paris?"

I giggled and then walking my fingers up his chest; "You want some company in the shower?"
"I would love that." He picked me up and I put my legs around his waist getting carried to the bathroom where we proceeded to undress.
Once naked he turned on the shower and we jumped from his freezing it was taking a few steps back.

"Woah."
"It need a few seconds to warm up." He observed, one arm around me and the other under the shower waiting for it to heat up.
"There we go." He said eventually pulling me under the shower rain.
I gasped feeling the cool tile compared to the hot, wet kisses on my collarbone.

His cock hardened as we kissed and I was getting antsy just wanting him.
"Hmm Timmy," I started to jerk him off causing a surprised moan and precum spilling out of his tip.
"Holy shit." He said to himself before grabbing my legs and lifting me up and against the tile.

I felt his cock slide in perfectly. He panted into my neck while he thrust into he repeatedly hitting my g spot.
"Just like that." I breathed.
I used to think butterflies were for young girly crushes on boys in magazines but here I was age 23 with my lover feeling utterly smitten.

He rubbed my clit desperately trying to make me cum. He kissed me again our lips connecting like they were never meant to be apart or never wanted to be.

Groans and grunts signalled his climax and triggered mine.
I didn't want him to pull out I honestly would love nothing more than him to stay there and gaze into my eyes forever but alas he did.

Over the next few days the schedule seemed to be wake up to and empty bed, go find a boulangerie for lunch, meet Timmy back at the hotel, go do something with him like a visit to the hotel pool or an art museum or just a walk. Then, after dinner at either the hotel or a cheap restaurant we'd go back to the hotel, make love and fall asleep in each other's arms.

Tonight he'd taken me to a restaurant that was far from our hotel and we decided to walk back in the silver moonlight. We walked past a violinist in the street and paused to listen and give 10 euros for his talent. The violinist was playing such romantic music and me and Timothée swayed to the tune in each other's arms. The street was pretty empty because it wasn't a touristy area for one and for two it was midnight.

But even if there were other people I certainly wouldn't have noticed for I was lost in his eyes that were glued to mine. Whispers of I love you were very prominent that night because we both enjoyed saying the new phrase and felt it so profoundly.

A/N : This Katy Perry song fucking slaps honestly her old album makes me feel so nostalgic.