When I met you in Ibiza Pt.5

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A/N: This chapter contains sex scenes. (Dirty!) Read if you want to. :D And btw I wrote this chapter listening to "Show me love" by Sam Feldt. The song is attached. :)
Last but not least, I dedicate this chapter to my bestie LoveorHateme14 ❤️ love ya xx

Martin's POV:
Do you know this feeling when you look at somebody and suddenly feel different?
Your heart starts racing in a weird way, not in a bad way, but in an exciting way. It makes you feel a little bit like you are dreaming, but if you think more about it, the more you understand that it's actually happening.
Maybe you don't even know the person well, but you just feel that there is something special about her. Only seeing the person makes you feel better and forget about everything. Nothing really matters at all.
That's exactly what happened to me.

When Luana came to me, all the fucked up thoughts disappeared. The fact that my girlfriend, now ex-girfriend, betrayed me didn't pain me so much anymore.
I know it may sound weird, but the longer Luana was with me the less it bothered me. Seeing her smile made me immediately feel better.
I don't know why, but I felt better. I didn't want her to go, I just wanted her to be close to me. I needed her.

The longer we hung out, the more I liked her. She wasn't like the other girls. She didn't sham herself for me, she showed me the real her. That's what made her become an adventure for me.

"The boys here must be really blind.", the words come out unconsciously.
Did I just say that?
Great, the alcohol talked again.
"Hmmm?", I see that she didn't really understand it, but suddenly I see her eyes widening. She's really cute though and her expression is just priceless. Her eyes widen in shock, like she just heard of something she's never ever heard before.
Her expression makes a smile form on my lips, I just have to smile at her facial expression.
Green eyes meet mine. Her eyes look at me innocently, they resemble the ones of a fawn. Damn, she is so pretty. She's pretty in any possible way.

Slowly I reach her soft hands and hold them, a strange feeling rushes through my body.
I don't know whether it's the alcohol or her, but my stomach begins to flutter in a strange way. Just seeing Luana staring at me with her green eyes makes me feel high.
I want her, now. Damn dude, don't you dare to fall for her, I hear my sober subconsciouness warning me.
Ah fuck it, I will just do it.
Why shouldn't I have some fun either?

I don't really realize it, but the closer I get the more I feel her warmth and the more it's getting hot. She still looks me in the eyes, not even blinking a single time. I also can't get my eyes off her. Suddenly her breathing gets heavier, that's the moment when I press my lips against hers and the high becomes even more pleasant. Warmth spreads through my body and I feel like everything around me doesn't matter, it's only her and me.

In the beginning she was a little bit shy and tried to pull out of our kiss, but now our kiss starts turning into a synchronous fierce one. She can't resist either.
I pull her closer and put my hand on her waist. Her body is quite thin, but she's got the curves of a goddess. Now I can understand, why they wanted her to dance at the Ushuaïa.
I feel her hands cupping my face, the warmth spreads in my cheeks and in the end rushes through my whole body.
After a time she finally gives in and our tongues meet each other for the first time. Damn this is amazing. She definitely knows how to kiss.

Slowly I move my hand from her waist up to her silky hair. With every second her breathing gets heavier and I can tell that she's probably breathless. Instead of letting go, she pulls me even closer and wraps her fingers in my hair. She got me. I can't hold it anylonger and a moan escapes my mouth.
Even though we barely know each other, this kiss is different than the others I've ever had.
It feels so intimate, like she's known me my entire life. I could kiss her for an eternity on. Yeah I kissed many girls before, but nothing was like this. It fixed me in all possible ways.

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