A female who struggles with many battles of emotions against a person of the opposite gender who is known as the famous player of Real Madrid Marco Asensio.
I squinted my eyes at the sun rays seeping through the satin curtains of the bedroom,showing the arrival of its own against people's window knocking them awake with its blinding rays.
Moving I moaned in pain, Going rigid seeing Marco shift under me as I was examining my position: Head rested on his hard naked chest,my hair displayed on half his face and he seemed to be unbothered by it.
Our legs were dangled together Marcos muscular legs were the ones hugging around mine, The energy felt drained out off of me,I knew at firsthand why is that judging by how sore I am even my clitoris is quite sore.
I smiled at the episodes of last night replayed in my mind,giving me a blast of excitement leaning I pecked Marcos slightly parted lips as soft snores escaped his mouth his hand was adorably on his eyes shielding themselves from the harmful sun light that seeped through the satin curtains.
Running my lips on his neck making sure to leave wet trail after the kiss on the skin,he moaned turned to my side saying something in Spanish ,"joder!" (F-ck!) under his breath making me feel the excited Jr. He looked at me seeing how I barely can put my head up to meet his lustful gaze.
"buenos días, mi amor" (Good morning, my love) He spoke in such a raspy voice,which made me melt like a mold into his touch.
Pecking my lips,he fiddled with my bare bottom even my clitoris making me a play like into his molding hands.
"Desea tomar una ducha?" (Want to take a shower?) I looked at him as he spoke in that husky morning voice of his,the lingering of naughtiness seemed to be the trend of the atmosphere on this bright morning in Paris where the place of romance is.
Nodding in agreement,as every fiber stood still in stiffness not knowing what Marco just said,yet I trusted him with everything.
He got up seeing me attempt changing my position yet failing miserably earning a hand of Marco I was scooped into a bridal style taken into the bathroom cherished like a precious little thing with much delicacy that made my eyes water out of happiness.
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"Marcoooo"I whined pulling the covers of fluffy blankets over me huffing in annoyance at Marco.
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He groaned taking a seat on the bed,"amor it's been 2 weeks since you've been in bed"he said in annoyance but some care tipped in his tone.
I smiled with my back to his side,hugging the blankets that seemed to accompany me in this Atlantic weather of Paris.
"The bed is like a cocoon" I said pouting eyelids shut,I didn't hear anything next as I fell into a deep slumber feeling two pair of strong arms around my waist dangling their legs with mine making me smile in pride and sigh in content before dozing off into the familiar routine of mine now the smell of Marco cologne sent chills down my spine and some waves of pleasure just by the heat of him against my back sent me into the most blissful sleep ever.
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I do enjoy writing this book 📚 but sometimes😋it gets a bit dull not with the writing☝🏼 part but with the part where there is only motivation❤️not curious questions ❓amongst all of you lovely readers perhaps try to give some ideas 💡 to your loyal author😉
