Enamorado

prelude

"You look so beautiful in the morning."

She heard him say, the faintest of smiles graced her lips at the words. She didn't look behind her. She didn't acknowledge the presence of him on the bed. She's feeling playful. She wants to make him play this little game only she knows. She wants him to want her, to get her and bring her back to the bed and join their bodies together again. Just like last night . . . and the night before that.

And the night before that.

And the night before that . . .

Rising from the bed, she let her messy hair cascade down the skin of her porcelain back. She stood, naked and shameless toward the big window that brings the only source of light in the room. All hesitations were pushed aside. All her fears and the words of the voices in her head. All the images of prying eyes. Gone. What was left was boundless bliss in their little world. Her movements were a dance, her hips swaying seductively with every step of her feet. She still hasn't turned around, still hasn't acknowledged the words of him, but in her mind she didn't need to turn to see his expression. She could hear a sigh, then the faint footsteps of bare feet toward her. She imagined his eyes, dark and striking, boring into her as his lips was in a little smirk. Her smile grew. She had him now . . . and he had her.

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"Come back here . . . "

He whispered, his arm was resting on his forehead with an attempt to cover as much sunlight as he could without covering his sight. When she stood, his gaze never left her body as she walked to the light coming through the windows. She looks like an angel, with her slender hourglass shape and the messy strands of rich chestnut hair accentuated by the striking rays of the morning light. Her naked skin shone and the crown of her hair brightened like a halo. He shook his head.

She's so beautiful.

The sight of her naked form turned all inhibitions in his mind off. All forms of malice was swept aside. The wrongness of the situation. The words of his own conscience. The way his body twitched at their every touch. Gone. Gone. Gone.

All were gone.

What was left was the feeling of absolute freedom. The feeling of warmth as their bodies touch. Of love as their breaths touched each other's skins. The heat that courses through his body at her sight. And the desire on the pit of his gut that made his manhood hard. He shook his head. Fuck. Why does it feel so irresistible?

He stood as well, his movements were feather like. He had a smirk on his face as he approached her. He could play naughty if she wants him to. He didn't bother to comb away the thick curls that were covering his eyes. It doesn't matter. They'll be unruly again later, anyway. With his dark eyes fixed on her, he wrapped his arms around her body. He could see the smile playing over her lips, victorious and cute. He only gave a little chuckle.

"Come back to me, baby . . . " he whispered against her ear, his voice thick and hot with lust. He didn't wait for her response before he carried her up, making her shriek and giggle. He walked back to the bed. She rolled on it, her bright eyes meeting his dark ones and his smile, as she bit on her lower lip. His eyes narrowed as he watched her and innocent gestures. His smirk came back again.

"I love you." she whispered, pulling him in a passionate kiss.

When he pulled away, he paused with a hand on her chest. She pouted, her eyebrows knitting. He chuckled, his hands snaking down, lower and lower, until it reached the apex of her thigh.

She moaned as he inserted a finger between her legs, before his lips muffled it with a another kiss. He pulled his lips away but his finger only went deeper. The response was another shaky moan. Then he spoke with that lustful voice again.

"I love you more . . . "