THE SWEETEST SIN(BxB)

34: Te Quiero.

Warning: Some parts of the chapter contains explicit sexual content. Read at your own risk.

CARL'S POV.

My eyelids fluttered open and a yawn flew past my parted lips. I shifted slightly in bed but was restricted by a muscular arm which was possessively wrapped around my naked waist. A series of exhalations fanned the back of my neck, sending waves of comfort all over my body.

As though sensing the minimal distance between us, he drew me further to his chest. A smile kissed my lips as I basked in the warmth of his body, enjoying the pillowy feel of his chest which rose and fell in a cadence as he slumbered.

I turned to face his sleeping form. His obsidian hair was sprawled on his head, falling on his forehead and obscuring his gorgeous eyebrows and lashes.

Gently, I ran my fingers through his soft curls, relishing the relaxing sensation it brought to my digits. He mumbled something incoherent in his slumber then scratched the tip of his nose, a habit that I found cute. I placed a small peck on his nose, the smile on my lips growing wider. Watching him sleep was intoxicating. He was like a masterpiece in an art exhibition. Simply, breathtaking.

Then an idea came to me.

Tearing his arm from my body with difficulty, I stepped out of bed and strolled to my bag of art supplies and books which lay on the chaise lounge, a few meters from the bed. Unzipping the bag, I took out my sketch book and pencil then sauntered back to bed.

My back leaned against the massive headboard, I commenced drawing my sleeping prince. The pencil slid against the smooth surface of the white page as I captured the details of his face in the drawing. His slightly parted lips, perfectly trimmed thick eye brows, short curly eyelashes and his perfectly sculpted nose.

"Mmm...what are you doing?" A groggy deep voice inquired. My sleeping handsome was awake.

"I am almost done. Don't move." I instructed, shading the piece.

"Okay." He mumbled, trying to keep his droopy eyes open. A smile sneaked to my lips when I examined his sketch, contentment bubbling inside me. I closed the sketch book and was about to step out of bed when suddenly he pulled me under him. A yelp departed my mouth at his action.

"And where do you think you are going to, so early?" He made an inquiry. The vestiges of sleep that had clouded his eyes had vanished.

"Nowhere in particular." I replied, enjoying the way his nakedness was pressed against mine. The erotic images from last night suddenly clouded my mental realm.

After our conversation the previous night, things took a steamy turn and we ended up making love. He had me pinned against the headboard as he ravished me like a starving lion in the savannah.

My cries of pleasure and his grunts of gratification created an enchanting erotic tempo. A slight soreness of my neck, was a reminder of the hickeys he had left there last night. I had screamed his name over and over as he ferried me to the peaks of bliss with each glorious thrust. A blush scalded my cheeks as the events of the previous night fogged my mind.

"What are you thinking about?" He directed the question at me, his emerald pools undressing my soul.

"Last night." I replied, shyly chomping on my bottom lip for some reason.

"Really now?" His signature smirk crept to his face.

"Yes." I nodded, coyness becoming my companion.

"Did you like it?" He whispered, his eyes capturing my own.

"I...loved it." A swarm of butterflies flapped their wings against the walls of my stomach.

"I love you." His confession caught me off guard.