𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄 ★ pedri gonzález

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚, pedri

❝ oh he looks so cute, wrapped 'round my finger. ❞
⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻

I only have one thing to say and it's that I made Olive Larsen cum four times last night. Without even having sex.

That's how good I am. Although I was basically on my knees, begging to be inside her, she refused and said not when her whole family is under the roof.

However, I have learned that we're sleeping in a hotel alone after the night of the wedding. And I have no doubt that that night, I will not only make her cum more than five times but I'm gonna take her ability to walk away.

And she's ashamed of the things going on in her head. If only she'd read my mind.

We're at the beach now. It's me, Liv, Aya, Maisie, for now and Nour and her soon to be husband are on their way.

Aya and Maisie are gone to get drinks while Olive lies next to me, tanning. The sun is brighter than in Spain at this time and the warmth might just kill us.

There aren't many people at this particular beach, which is really nice, not having to deal with many paparazzi and fans at the moment.

I turn around and stare at my woman, who's actually shining at the amount of oil she's put on herself.

She's down on her belly, tanning her back at now. She's also unhooked the upper part of her swim suit to not get a trace of it as she tans.

She's been tanning for over an hour, I'm starting to get bored just laying next to her. I would never get bored of staring at her, but she's even hidden her face away and so I can't admire her beauty.

I crawl closer to her, basically gluing our bodies together. "What's up, Pep?" She sighs, turning her face towards me.

"You're so pretty, Olive." I compliment, admiring her freckles. Her eyes are hidden by her sunglasses.

"Did you wake me up to tell me that?" She sighs, not thanking me for the compliment instead.

We lay next to each other, face to face, both wearing sunglasses, protecting our eyes from the sun for once instead of just hiding our identities.

"Can't a man compliment his girlfriend?"

"Fake girlfriend." She corrects me. We both know what we have isn't so fake anymore. But we still haven't put any real label over it.

That's a problem we'll deal with back at home. "It doesn't feel fake every time you orgasm all over my face." I grin.

"You better stop use this as an excuse every time or the only thing that'll be all over your face is my slap." She threatens and I have no doubt she's not lying.

I don't say anything additional, we just continue lying there together. "Well, if all we're gonna do for now is sit here and bathe in the sun, at least let me hold you." I say.

"Didn't know you were so cuddly, González." She smirks, enjoying the turn she's done on me.

"Only when it comes to you, aceituna." I tell her in all honesty. She giggles slightly before I wrap my arms around her and carefully pull her closer to me, making sure her bathing suit is still on and her breasts do not pop out. Those are mine, and mine only.

She places her head in between my chest and neck, and her upper body over my chest, her legs in between mine.

"Don't place your arms around my back, I'll have their trace over me." She warns me, her face right over mine, our noses brushing over each other.

"Mhm, I like that." I joke, slipping my hands slowly over the curves of her body.

She giggles, hitting my hands away, enjoying it but also not wanting a tan with two arms around her back. Especially that she's a model. That wouldn't really go well.