Lost in Your Eyes | Enrique Iglesias

Chapter 18

A little disclaimer, this is a fan fiction and now every detail has to be true with the real life of Enrique. Also, I do not have anything against anyone in this story - it is just a story and it is supposed to be entertaining. You will see what I mean after reading this chapter. Enjoy! 

Your POV

This is it. This is the day I'm moving in with the love of my life. Saying goodbye to my parents was harder than I thought and the flight to Miami was long and tiring. It will take a while until I get used to Enrique's house, until I get comfortable with leaving my stuff around without feeling bad about it. I am a messy person, but Enrique knows that already. I can't believe that this big, beautiful house is now my house too. 

''How are you feeling?'' Enrique asks, bringing me back to reality. 

''I'm fine, I really am just nervous about getting used to this actually being my house too. It will take a while'' I say as I put my arms around his neck and kiss his nose. 

''I understand perfectly, love. Whatever you need, tell me. And I hope it won't happen, but if you decide this is not comfortable for you and that you want to go back to live with your parents or live alone, I will respect that decision'' he says as he holds me tight and I nod. He is wonderful and he gives me gigantic butterflies every day. He has such a beautiful soul. 

''So, it's late but not that late. What do you want to do now?'' I ask, not feeling for going out or doing something outside the house at this hour. 

''You'' he says with that attractive, dirty smirk of his and I bite my lip in lust.  

''I'm so up to that'' I say as I run my fingers up and down his chest. He rests his forehead against mine and my breath starts to shake from the sexual tension between us. He leans in for a soft kiss, which rapidly deepens and Enrique's tongue goes in to meet mine. His lips still have a faded taste of cherries, since that is what we last ate. I have never wanted to devour them as much as I do now. 

As we stand in the middle of the living room, he takes off my T-shirt and goes down on his knees, slowly kissing my not-so-flat belly. His warm lips and the soft kisses can easily take me to heaven. I grab his hair as he leaves kisses on me and quiet moans escape my mouth. I need him now already. He stands up and kisses me hard again, as he unbuttons my pants and helps me take them off. 

I gas in pleasure as I unexpectedly feel his fingers between my legs, rubbing slowly. Fuck, he knows I love it slowly. I feel his throbbing hardness through his jeans and I bite my lip. ''Excited?'' I ask. 

''Very'' he answers almost in a whisper. Then suddenly he pushes me gently against the wall and turns me around. I'd just let him do whatever he wants to me, because I simply love whatever he does. He takes off his clothes and from behind, he kisses my neck and lets his member rub between my legs as the warmth and wetness make me moan in pleasure. 

Turning around and grabbing his hand, I lead him to the bed where I lay down and let him mount me. He starts kissing my neck, breasts, stomach and within a second he is between my legs, savoring my juices. I can honestly not wait any longer so I grab my lover's chin and bring him to face me, as my hand reaches down for his erection, leading it to my entrance. 

As soon as he is in, he takes me deeply, looking into my eyes the whole time, as if it's the first and last time doing it, as if he is trying to take in the wetness, the warmth, the pleasure. His size always takes a while to get used to. After a few thrusts, I turn around as Enrique lets out a little laugh because he knows I love it from behind - I always reach my orgasms like that. 

After going to heaven and back, we decide to take a shower and as always, to watch a movie. Yes, sometimes I get bored of watching movies every day and not doing anything else, but now it's late, so we're going for it. 

*Next day*

I wake up at the same time as Enrique, which makes him keep me in bed longer than usual, cuddling me to almost death - I love such mornings.

I know he has interviews all day so I don't know what to do today. That is my problem - I do not have friends because, though this has changed a bit since I started dated Enrique, I am kind of an introvert. I do not enjoy everyone's company and my only really good friend, Laura, lives in Romania. So now that I live in Miami it's hard to talk to her too, because of the timezone. The conclusion, I only have Enrique and yes, I feel lonely. I am not trying to make anyone feel bad for me, because not even myself feel that. It's just that while Enrique is at concerts, interviews, events and I can't come along, I get bored and lonely. Fuck, I sound miserable, but I promise I'm not. 

I decide that it is time to grow up and act more adult now that I moved away from my parents, so I sit down with my laptop and look for jobs. Maybe if I find a decent job I will make friends too, who knows. A few hours go by and out of the many that I found, I only applied for six jobs. I love English, so I applied to be an English teacher at three different schools in the city. I have some good chances, since English was my major in college, from which I graduated a few months before I met Enrique. The others jobs I applied for where translator, something in advertising and something in hotel management, since everything is possible with a language degree. Hopefully I'll get to be a teacher. 

Now that I moved in with Enrique it will be good to have my own salary and not feel bad for him buying all the stuff. I do not want to be that kind of person, the one who lives on other's money. I'd hate to ask Enrique for money, I find that so embarrassing. Luckily I have saved quite much money from all summer jobs and stuff that I've had, which will help me a lot until and if I get offered a real job. 

I get up and prepare some crackers, cheese and salami then I turn on the TV to whatever comes on. It happens to be the news, talking about some storm coming soon, which I do not pay too much attention to, so I open Facebook and scroll through. As I do that, I hear Enrique's name on the news and my eyes jump from my phone screen to the TV in less than a second. Smiling, I turn up the volume even more and listen with a smile on my face. That smile, however, disappeared within seconds and I suddenly feel as if someone has punched me in the stomach. 

''The famous Enrique Iglesias was seen today leaving a bar with Pitbull and Anna Kournikova, all happy and apparently intoxicated. Now we know that Enrique has or maybe had a girlfriend at home, but we never know what is really happening''.