Lost in Your Eyes | Enrique Iglesias

Chapter 25

Husband and wife. We are going to be husband and wife. I, Y/N, am engaged to Enrique Iglesias, to the love of my life. I said ''yes'' to spending the rest of my life with a man who I thought I would never get to meet, who now means the world to me. Billions of thoughts invade my mind as I am held tightly by Enrique. 

''I love you'' he says. ''So much''. I can feel him shaking. I understand him, I can't feel my legs myself. 

''I love you too, extremely much'' I answer as I take a step back from the embrace to look at his face. God, there is so much joy on his face. His eyes sparkle; not only because they are a tiny bit teary, but because of happiness. The way he looks at me with that genuine, beautiful smile assures me that this man loves me. It assures me that I fell in love with the most humble, honest and loving person in the universe and that saying ''yes'' to marrying him is the best decision I have taken in my life. 

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We decide to go to the hotel to change into fancier clothes so we can go out for champagne. For the first time in a long time I see Enrique in a suit and he looks extremely handsome and attractive. I am wearing a short black dress which I accessorized with a necklace, earrings and the most beautiful engagement ring. 

As we sit at the table we booked just 30 minutes before arriving here, people look at us. They wave, some come up to Enrique for photos and some take sneaky photos from afar; but we don't mind. We're so happy that nothing matters anymore. 

''Cheers to us'' Enrique says as he raises his glass. 

''To us'' I say as I click my glass with his, without breaking eye contact. 

''You are so incredibly beautiful'' he tells me. As per usual, I blush uncontrollably. ''You see, that's what I like about you'' he continues. ''We have been together for quite a long time now and you still blush and turn shy when I compliment you. You're just so wonderful'' he says.  

I caress his leg and kiss his cheek. ''You are the most beautiful human being on this planet'' I tell him, meaning it. ''Not to say that the way you look in this suit is doing things to me'', I continue as I clear my throat. I see his mouth turn into a half smirk; I know he likes to hear such things. 

''You are making me wish we stayed at the hotel'' he answers as he places his warm hand on my thigh, to which I react by heating up. His very touch makes me feel like this every time, and the champagne is making it worse right now. 

I somehow wish he took his hand away so I don't have to spend the evening thinking naughty though, but at the same time I want him to continue because it makes me insane in a very good way. 

''I can't wait to grow old with you'' he says suddenly, changing the subject. 

''I'm so excited for us'' I say. I have a happy feeling in my stomach. 

''I can't wait to have children with you, a family. Our family. I hope our kids will look like you'' he says. Wow, this is too much to take in at the moment. 

''Easy cowboy, talking about kids already?'' I say laughing lightly. 

''I'm sorry, I am too excited'' he blushes and I squeeze his hand gently. 

''I don't think we are ready for that yet, so let's not get there yet, love'' I say honestly. I am still young, I want to live my life first. I am not prepared to have children now, nor is Enrique. I know he is excited, I am too; but neither of us is ready yet. I want to take it easy. And we will. 

''But you do want to have children with me, yes?'' he says with big eyes. He is a goof. 

''Of course I do, Enrique. I've never seen myself as a mother, but since we started being a couple I could see my future in front of me. I could see myself getting married and being a mom, all with you'' I say and I am telling the truth. I couldn't see myself as a mother before; not when I was single and not with my ex boyfriend. But since Enrique, everything has changed. I love him so much that I can see him be the father of my children and I can see us grow old together. 

Enrique sighs relieved and puts his hand on my thigh. There we go again... 

''When we are 80 I want to still be able to make love to you..everywhere. I want to be able to still turn you on by touching you like this..'' he starts moving his hand slowly on my thigh, making the skin on m whole body form bumps. ''..I want to still be able to take you against a wall, on a plane or in a taxi'' he continues. He moves his fingers higher on my leg, his touch very light. 

''Oh my god'' I say shakily. I am so extremely turned on by his voice and touch and we are in a restaurant surrounded by people. 

''What is it, baby girl?'' he asks with that attractive voice of his. 

''Baby there are people around, stop'' I tell him..at the same time I don't want him to stop. His finger tips are now touching my warm core and I can feel my legs shake a bit. 

I look around to check if anyone is seeing this, but people are occupied with eating and talking to each other. I am so afraid that paparazzi can be hidden somewhere now, taking photos of this. We would turn out to be desperate. We are though. Right now I am desperate, I need my fiancé to enter me fully. 

''Let's just go to the hotel'' I say as I close my legs, locking his hand between my legs. 

''You're wet. You're already so fucking wet'' he tells me as I blush. 

''It's your fault'' I say and it's the last thing I say before we arrive at the hotel, where my extremely handsome, attractive and naughty fiancé fucked me until I screamed out his name for the whole Jamaica to hear.