Waking up to Enrique's arms holding you does not do anything but give you butterflies in your stomach and a wide smile on your face. Trying to stand up to get water, you feel his warm hands on your hips, pulling you back into the sofa. His touch sends you chills down your spine.
''Stay'' he says in the same raspy, morning voice he always has, voice that always turns you on.
''I'm very thirsty, I might die soon'' you say dramatically as you jokingly play dead.
''I'm going to tickle you if you don't come back from the dead and kiss me'' he says as you feel his fingers on your stomach, ready to tickle the death out of you.
''Ok I'm up, I'm alive'' you say quickly. ''No need for such extreme stuff'' you continue jokingly, knowing that you transform into a beast when tickled.
As you lay back on the couch, you feel it. Yes, it. It's morning and you're in black lace underwear; of course it is awake. You give him a ''really?'' look as you jokingly shake your head.
''What? It's morning, alright?'' he says, blushing a bit. ''Plus, I can't help it, look at this'' he says as he slaps your ass and grabs it roughly, making you bite your lip.
''I'll take care of it'' you say as you reach for his underwear to meet a hard, needy arousal. You massage it slowly until Enrique suddenly stops you and grabs you by your hips again, placing you above him, your crotch just a few centimeters away from yours. He teases you by tracing your skin with his fingertips, your belly, thighs, hips, panty line; it drives you crazy, so you frown at his actions.
''What is it, baby girl?'' he asks in a low voice.
You open your mouth to speak, but before the words get out, you feel his lips roughly pressed on yours. As he hungrily kisses you, his fingers finally meet your core, so wet that it makes Enrique groan into the kiss.
You moan slowly into his mouth as two of his fingers enter you slowly as his palm rubs your clit, making you arch your back in pleasure.
As you both remove your underwear, his member rests between your legs, your wetness on it. You feel it throb in between your legs and without being able to contain yourself, you start grinding slowly on it.
''Fuck'' he whispers as he grabs your hips to help you move.
Right when you think you are getting it, Enrique lays you down on the couch and starts sucking on your hard nipples, his tongue leaving wet traces on your skin. He goes lower and kisses the sensitive place between your belly button and the pelvic bone. As he finally rests his tongue on your bundle of nerves, you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding in.
Enrique reaches up for your lips, giving you a taste of yourself, then grabs his arousal and without hesitation he enters you, slowly filling you with his length.
''You are so beautiful'' he tells you as he thrusts and looks you in the eyes. His hands hold your head from behind and his body pounds heavily into yours as he enters and leaves you at a pace that only makes you orgasm out loud.
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''I'll make breakfast'' he says as he kisses your forehead and you decide to shower meanwhile.
''Can I come see what you're doing? It smells amazing'' you say as your stomach cries for food.
''Nooo, it's a surprise. Don't come okay? '' he says excitedly from the kitchen.
I'm coming, on my way'' you say jokingly, moving your feet on the hard wood floor to make step sounds.
I'm gonna tickle you if you come'' he says, knowing very well that saying so will make you stop.
When he's done he brings the food to the backyard, putting it on the round table in the shade; it is very hot outside. There's fried eggs in the shape of hearts, peach juice, your favorite, pancakes filled with nutella and strawberries, with a bit of vanilla sauce on top of them. It looks and smells delicious and you can't wait to devour it all. But before you start, Enrique decides to take a picture for Instagram, to which he wrote ''Am I not a great boyfriend?''. What a silly goose.
Then the whole day is spent cuddling with each other, enjoying the gorgeous weather, having water wars in the backyard, eating LOTS of ice cream and preparing everything for next day's pool party with his friends and family.
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Lost in Your Eyes | Enrique Iglesias
FanficLittle did you know what a simple greeting on a plane would lead to.