Cristiano

Shit

I'm so fucking late

She's gonna kill me

The strong scent of alcohol could be smelt on me. I was struggling to keep my balance as if I was a one year old, learning to walk. My legs didn't work as I told them to, neither did my hands, or my fingers. I could barely hold the drink in my hand.

I sat down, my mind spinning. It was swaying; left and right. I felt sick. I knew I wasn't supposed to be there. I was supposed to be with my girl, like I had promised her, yet I was sat in the office of a club, drinking my life away.

"I should really get going," I slurred, hiccuping as I spoke too quickly. Jargon snorted, sniggering and chortling as he shook his head at me, the stripper shaking her ass for him still.

My mind was spinning, I could barely breathe in the atmosphere filled with smoke and the horrible aroma of alcohol and drugs. My eyes fell upon the small smear of drugs I had taken not long ago.

Shit

"Already?" Bentley asked, his thick French accent through his words. He laughed along with his friends. "I knew you had a woman; but I didn't realise she softened you up, pussy!"

I rolled my eyes which was a bad idea as I started to see stars. Blinking a few times I defended drunkenly, "I am not soft. . .sh-she is w-waiting for me - I'm supposed to be getting pussy right now. ." I managed to say between hiccups and hesitation of the fact that I couldn't form basic sentences in my head.

"You still can. Francis? Bring Louise! My good friend wants some pussy!"

My eyes expanded and I managed to sit up, coughing as I rubbed my tingling nose. The buzz was too overwhelming. The feeling of drugs and alcohol used to make me feel good and dangerous. But at that moment, they made me feel sick and guilty.

"No - don't call her. I told you, Jargo, I'm with someone-"

"So? She's just a female. She'll forgive you."

I groaned, shaking my head, which was another mistake, just as the door opened and a woman entered.

Damn she's hot

Not as hot as my girl

But she's still hot

She wore a red, lace bra with a matching thong and fishnet tights. Her blonde hair was messy and added to her sexiness. She had wide hips and perfect curves, her breasts were pushed up and showed off her delicious cleavage. Her long, toned legs came closer and she stood in front of me, a seductive look on her lustful face.

"Nah, I'm sorry, I can't-"

"Pussy ass. What happened to the Cris that liked to have a good time?" Bentley questioned, raising his eyebrow as they both gave me a questioning look.

"I. . ." Hesitating, I couldn't even finish my sentence. What happened to me? I was never one for relationships and I always did my own thing. But the thought of doing something with Louise made me feel disgusted. I was a damn pussy. Since when did a girl make me stop wanting a stripper?

I looked up at Louise and she continued to bewitch me with her appealing looks and body. She straddled me, her hands on my chest as she stared rolling her hips onto me, saying something in French but I couldn't understand.

I held back from groaning, her hips doing wonders to me. She leaned in, her red lips catching my attention and before I knew it, her lips were on mine. I heard the guys whooping, praising me for giving in.

I kissed her back, my hand going to her cheek as we sensually kissed for around ten seconds before reality kicked in. I automatically pulled away, pulling her off my lap and managing to stand up, groaning loudly as I ran my hand through my hair.

"Fuck!" I exclaimed in anger to myself, shaking my head as I groaned before going over in a rage and punching the wall.

"Cris! You left a dent in my wall!"

I sighed, turning to face Jargo. "You made me kiss another woman."

Louise sat in my seat, sighing. She seemed disappointed. I rolled my eyes to myself, taking it a wad of notes and tossing them to her. She gasped in shock. Her eyes seemed genuine as they looked up at me in surprise, "Merci," she gratefully told me before standing and leaving the room, closing the door behind her.

"Only you control your own actions, Cristiano!"

I sighed again, my head banging. "I have a girl and if I don't want to cheat on her, I don't. If that makes me a pussy, I don't give a fuck. When you finally get someone, you'll understand. I think I'll sober up somewhere else."

Then I turned, walking to the door in a straight line besides their protests. I slammed the door behind me, wincing at the loud noise that made my ears ring. I sighed.

All I need to do is sober up and see my girl

Rose

Where is that stupid ass, late, annoying, idiotic, sexy, irritating, attractive man I call my boyfriend?

I exhaled in annoyance as I unfolded my arms and took out my phone, my thumbs quickly typing:

You're late. Where are you? Can you please answer my texts?

I rolled my eyes as I looked out, my eyes scanning the city's streets as I tried to locate Cristiano.

We had been to many places in Paris in a matter of hours. We visited the iconic Eiffel Tower where Cristiano kissed me under, the Louvre Museum, where Jordan tripped in front of thousands of people, the Arc de Triomphe and the shops on the Champs-Élysées, the Sacré Cœur, the Centre Pompidou, the Montmatre, the Montparnesse Tour, a boat trip down the Seine and Jordan wanted to see the Moulin Rouge.

So, the guys went to the Moulin Rouge and Cristiano texted me to say that they had been invited to the after party, but after, he wanted us to meet at Le Meurice, a famous hotel in Paris. I agreed and we set up a time. He was over an hour late.

I was pissed, of course. At first, I sat inside, waiting for him but I decided to go out and see if he was on his way. He hadn't answered any of my messages or phone calls and I was close to calling a taxi and going home. I felt disappointed and annoyed; we were supposed to be spending time with each other in the city of love, and yet he was either on his phone or with the guys.

He better have a good ass excuse

It was night and it was raining heavily. I had an umbrella up, beginning to get colder and colder by the second. I was only wearing a dress and some heels that I had been walking around in all day. My feet were killing me. It was nice and hot in the daytime but as night came, the weather turned freezing.

I sighed again, my eyes gazing desperately out on the streets to locate a handsome, tall, buff, Italian man. Rolling my eyes, I had enough and pulled out my phone, dialling the number for a taxi until I heard a familiar voice.

"Rose!"

I looked up in annoyance as I watched as he walked up the Champs-Élysées. With another sigh, I put my phone away, giving him a cold glare as I walked into the hotel, closing my umbrella and putting it away. I held my large bag in my shoulders, tapping my foot against the expensive carpet as I waited for him to come in impatiently.

He entered the hotel and his beautiful hazel eyes fell upon me. I gave him another glare. With a handsome smile, he swiftly walked over and wrapped his arms around me, kissing me intensely. I pulled away, my eyes shooting daggers at him. "Where have you been? Why the hell do you smell weird?"

"I'm sorry, mia cara, I had some business to attend to while at the party."

I rolled my eyes irritably at his annoying excuse. "We're on a vacation. Don't do business, Cristiano! And we're supposed to be spending time together!"

"I know, I know, my baby. I'll make it up to you, I'm sorry." He leaned in and gave me a soft kiss and that time, I gently kissed him back, giving in. I softened, my arms wrapping around his neck. He pulled me close and as we kissed. He then unexpectedly, slapped me ass which made me gasp and pull away.

"Urgh! You idiot!"

"Sorry. I had to."

When we finally booked a room, we got into it and I was amazed at how beautiful the room was. I was guessing Cristiano and I were spending the night which only meant one thing: sex.

I automatically went over to the large, double glazed windows that took my breath away. I dropped my bag on the floor as I kicked off my heels, quickly jogging over and gasping as I looked out, my eyes expanding as I gazed at the Arc de Triomphe, my eyes filled with wonder and surprise.

"Gosh, it's beautiful!" I whispered, gazing out in the night sky at the amazing view. Then I felt his arms around me, his head burying in my neck as he kissed it softly, his muffled voice responding, "isn't it?"

"Mm. . .tasty."

"Get off me," I chuckled, wriggling around as he kissed my neck before his hands slid down my body and tickled my sides. I squealed, squeaking as he tickled me and I laughed, pushing his hands off me as I managed to get out of his grasp, running away.

He chuckled before sitting on the floor in front of the window and I smiled, walking over to the floor and sitting beside him on the carpet.

"You're so beautiful, my Rose."

That night, Cris and I talked about life as we watched out the large windows. We touched upon many topics such as my sister, love, work, school life, childhood and more. I loved how his eyes shone in the light of the night. I wanted to say those three, special words to him so badly but I was too nervous. I knew at some point though, I wanted to. I had to. I couldn't keep it in any longer.

Then we sat together, curled and snuggled up against each other as we finished eating our room service meal, watching a movie together.

It was silence besides Cris rummaging around in the popcorn packet to eat. I exhaled silently, feeling calm and peaceful in his embrace. I felt his warmth, the beating of his heart with my head against his hard chest. I closed my eyes for a moment, feeling so comfortable and protected. I loved having that feeling whenever I was around Cristiano.

I bit my lip hard as I kept thinking of the three words. With a soft sigh, I pondered about it. The credits rolled in and the movie ended.

"So, what should we watch? I'm thinking of a horror."

I licked my lips and sat up, taking the remote from his hands and turning off the television, tossing the remote on the table. He protested in disbelief before noticing the sincere look on my face.

I licked my lips before blurting out, "what do you think of me, Cristiano?"

Cris looked at me in surprise, his beautiful eyes scanning my face. He chuckled, moving my hair away from my face and behind my ear as he gave me a warm smile. "You're beautiful. So beautiful. Not just on the outside but on the inside too. You're everything to me, Rose. I can't imagine my life without you. I could go on and on about how I feel but there aren't enough words to describe you."

My heart skipped a beat and I grew warm, my face softening at his words. "I. . ." I couldn't say it. I hesitated, my eyes averting elsewhere for a second before meeting his again. I pushed away all nervous thoughts and finally spoke.

"Cristiano, I know it's really soon but I . . ." I sighed, a smile forming on my face. "I love you. I love you so much and you don't have to say it back - I completely understand why. Things moved so fast for us and - mmh!"

He kissed me passionately, pulling me into his lap and moving forwards so I fell on my back on the sofa, his body between my legs. I melted against him and when he pulled away, his hazel eyes were electric and gazing so romantically into my eyes.

"I love you too. Don't ever think for a second that I don't."

A smile formed on my face and he pecked my lips, caressing my cheek. Chuckling softly, he told me, "I thought I'd be the first one to say it. Ro, I love you more than words can say. I love it when you smile, laugh, make that 'angry' little face when you're annoyed at me. I love that you always know what's best for me and you never give up on me. I love your tough love and how you like to joke around as well as being serious. There's so much I love about you, girl. I told you I'd fall in love with you."

I chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling as they gazed into mine. "What 'angry' look?" I questioned playfully, my tone teasing. He pulled a fake angry face that made me laugh, rolling my eyes.

My hand reached up to his cheek, stroking it softly before sliding down his chest, to his abs and to the buckle of his belt, my fingers dancing along it.

". .I love how you know what's on my mind."

My eyes snapped up and met his, a chuckle leaving my mouth as we both knew what we wanted.

So, he closed the curtains, dimmed the lights, locked the door, and before we knew it, we were on the bed, kissing and pulling each other's clothes off.

He was everything to me.

Cristiano

Her body was a paradise.

As I gazed into her eyes, I saw two things; lust and love.

As her dress fell to the ground, my eyes ran up her sexy ass body that I craved since day one. It had been so long since I had seen her beauty underneath her clothes, let alone felt it fully.

She had black, lace underwear and a matching bra that turned me on even more. Her milky breasts were toned and against each other, catching my attention. They looked so delicious, I had to go there first. I unclasped her bra quickly, my mouth going straight to her breast.

She moaned again, letting me cup the beauties on her chest. I squeezed, sucked and licked, kissing her soft, warm breasts. She moaned out loud, sighing in pleasure as her hands went to my hair, tugging it softly as I felt her breasts. I bit her nipple, causing her to gasp at the sudden pain.

My mouth went back to hers and we sloppily kissed, my lips desperate to taste her, our tongues dancing together. She was moaning, her thick thighs pressing against my body. I knew she was desperate for me to touch her but I was holding it off, teasing her.

I grinded against her, causing her to cry out my name against my lips, moaning as her hips buckled and she pressed them against mine, desperate for me. Then her legs wrapped around me and she turned us so she was on top.

Her hips rolled onto me, grinding against my bulge and I moaned, giving into to sexy ass woman. Her hands cupped my face, kissing my hungrily as we grinded against each other.

Her soft hands slipped down my bare chest, going down and feeling my abs, moaning against my lips as she touched my abs, her hands roaming and rubbing them.

I slapped her ass, causing her to gasp against my lips, my hands sliding to her hips and gripping onto them as she grinded against me, moaning. She started going slower, getting tired so I flipped us, her legs parted so I was between them.

Moaning for me, she managed to say, "Cris, please. . .stop teasing me. ." I pulled away from her soft lips, groaning softly at the feeling of her body grinding against my bulge that was desperate for her.

My hand cupped her face and I licked eyes with hers, soft moans leaving her mouth. "What do you want me to do, Rose? Tell me how badly you want it and I'll do it. Just say the words, Rose."

She squeezed her eyes closed, her hips moving so passionately against mine. She gripped onto my shoulders, biting her bottom lip as she arched her back a little, letting out a ragged, desperate moan.

The sight of her under me and turning me on more and more. I sucked her breasts some more, breathless as I hoped she would answer soon enough so I could have her.

She lifted my head so our eyes locked and she kissed me hungrily, pulling away and saying, "I want you to make love to me. . .so bad, please."

I let out a ragged moan, burying my head in her neck as we grinded and she moaned loudly. "Please, Cris."

"Yes, my Queen," I replied salaciously with a small smirk, kissing and sucking her neck. She exhaled shakily, her hands gripping onto me. I had her right how I wanted; submissive. "Just open those thick thighs of yours and daddy'll make sure you won't be able to walk for a-"

"Shut up with that dirty talk, Cris, and take off your pants!"

I roared with laughter at her desperate, yet hot tone, pulling off my trousers and her hands went down, helping me take off my boxers. My large member sprang out and she didn't waste a second, her hand wrapping around it and slowly moving up and down.

I squeezed my eyes closed and moaned out loud as she pleasured me, one of my hands slipping down under her underwear which caused her to gasp and moaned loudly as I touched her dripping, wet self.

She let go of me, letting out more moans as her hands went into her hair, my fingers teasing her. She moaned my name, beginning me to do her and I enjoyed the satisfaction of her moans, teasing her even more.

My head went down I ripped off her underwear with my teeth, throwing the fabric onto the floor and letting my tongue slid up between her folds. She cried out in pleasure, her back already arching as she begged for more.

Then I leaned over her, my eyes intently gazing down at her sensuous face. "Hmm. . ." I thought to myself, my fingers sliding up and down softly.

She bit her lip hard, holding in moans as her fingers curled around the sheets, holding onto them. My hands went to her butt cheeks and held them, a playful look on my face which confused her.

With a lopsided grin, I pinched her cheeks.

"This'll be fun. I wasn't joking when I said you weren't gonna walk, mia amore."

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Well then. . .

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