I bring a hand up to brush over Enrique's cheek, my thumb softly brushing over his lips. When he sees the dazed look in my eyes, the playful one in his own slowly disappears.

I slowly shake my head at his question. Are you hungry?

I cautiously raise my head so that my lips could brush against his, softly at first, before I apply more pressure by wrapping my arms around his neck from his position above me to bring him as physically close to me as possible.

When was the last time we had sex? I tried racking my brain for the answer, but the truth was that with how heatedly Enrique was kissing me right now, I couldn't even remember my own name. 

Enrique doesn't stop, even when I pull away to breathe, instead his lips move more feverishly against my skin, his tongue travelling down my neck leaving behind a trail as he goes. His lips joined the melody, creating perfect harmony as he whispers sweet nothings against my skin, apologizing ever so gently for how he treated me the night prior.

Without much effort, and I must admit that it manages to make me feel better about my weight, he flips us over so that I am now residing above him and he is able to pull my night shirt above my head, his large arms dragging up my back and into my hair.

I arch into him, my mouth dropping open when his fingers trail down back to the arch of my back, his fingertips feathering over my skin.

I drag my fingers through his hair, my teeth unconsciously nibbling at his ear. 

The grunts that leaves his lips causes me to throw my head back, my teeth digging into my bottom lip, especially when he grabs onto one of the nipples on my breasts that were now free to hang in front of him now that the clothing of my shirt were no longer covering them.

I rub my hips against his, now feeling the long and thick length that was rubbing against my clothed pussy.

"Enrique," I moan. 

He pulls back once he hears my plea, his eyes travelling all over my face, watch as I breathe heavily, lips swollen and his saliva coating the area around my mouth. 

We were less than an inch apart, and he wasted no time in attaching his lips to my own again, in what I would hardly call a kiss.

One of this hands latched onto the back of my neck to pull me in and in no time, his fingers climb to the base of my head to push me unbelievably closer to him, his tongue coaxing my lips widely open when he spreads his jaw wider, shoving his tongue so far in my mouth that wet, choking sounds escape from the back of my throat.

I try to pull away but he doesn't let me, instead using his other hand to rhythmically surge my pussy against his cock, quite literally allowing me to dry hump him.

Finally, he pulls back frantically from me, a long rope of saliva indicating just how deep and heated our kiss was. 

His eyes burn into mine before travelling between where our bodies were connected as if this— our position and proximity— weren't enough for him.

His frantic and wide eyes stare back into mine, both of our heated and fast breaths intermingling with each other.

Enrique swallows deeply before letting out a sentence that has me choking on my spit, my hand tightening its grip where they are currently positioned in his hair.

"I need you to sit on my face."

My lips begin to blubber at the command, my mouth opening and closing repeatedly, not sure what response I was expected to give. 

"En— I mean... I d-don't understand—" A hand shoots out to the underside of my jaw in annoyance in order to shut me up.

"I know you just woke up, Miah, but my instructions were pretty fucking clear," Enrique snaps and without even waiting for me to catch myself or give a reply, he flips the pillow from the top of the headboard and lies down on the bed, my form still seated on his crotch.

At the mere request, I had already felt him begin to harden even more underneath me. As he lies down, his eyes staring up at me as he places one arm under his head, his bicep inadvertently flexing at the action. 

He licks his lips deeply, a large flop of hair covering his left eye and the chain that always sits around his neck slowly sliding to the side of the bed from the center of his chest when his body tilts a bit to the side. An open-mouthed grin or what would be better described as a smirk settles on his face.

I stare at his bare chest, him having slept last night without a shirt. I find the position to be hot, and if he had even settled to ask me to ride him, I would have found it hot and gave in to him in no time, but this...

Not only was it something I was unfamiliar with, that familiar insecure feeling that my weight may somehow crush him to death or smother his face and ruin the entire mood, creeps up again and causes my posture to slowly slouch.

"Enrique," My upper lip folds between my teeth, "Maybe I could—"

Enrique sits up with me still above him, the charming and seductive smile on his face instinctively disappearing as he grabs the back of my head and pushes our faces a few inches apart.

The sudden action draws a gasp from my lips. The expression that marred his face previously was replaced by a scowl, his jaw locked tightly and fists closed firmly around my hair, "Have I been too nice, Demiah, because it seems like I've been too nice," He smiles sarcastically. His voice comes out in a normal tone, nothing like the soft spoken whisper or caress that you'd expect during intimate situations like this.

He stares into my eyes, and I could immediately tell that he knew what the issue was about and I didn't have to tell him.

Enrique has never made me feel any different about myself than ten years ago, especially since I gained quite some weight. He always managed to make me feel beautiful during intimacy, but this was just different.

The image of cellulite and blubber rubbing all over his face was so much that had me cringing.

He continues his scolding from before, but this time, his voice a low vibration as if the room was filled with people and what he was about to say next was only meant for my ears, "Because when I say sit on my fucking face, the only thing that should come from those damn lips of yours is to ask me for how fucking long," My core begins to throb as I stare into his dark eyes.

His hands come between us to massage my breasts as my breathing increases erratically, "Now do I have to repeat mys—" He doesn't get to finish ask his question before my lips were attached to his, my tongue immediately delving into his mouth.

The sound he makes sends vibrations throughout my entire body. It was low and deep.

I push him back so that his head hits the pillow that he had originally put in place, my lips following after him as his hands sweep all over my back before his fingers dip themselves down my underwear.

I abruptly pull away from him, so fast that his hands are left in the air in surprise. 

I bite my lip between my teeth, staring into his eyes when I slowly but surely raise my body so that I'm able to move from sitting on his stomach to on his face.

I stare down at him, watching as his eyes light up at the movement, the Adam Apple in his throat bobbing up and down before it becomes hidden by my thick thighs. Soon his eyes also are hidden from me as I try to put all of my weight on my knees that are situated on the bed so that I don't suffocate him to death.

I hold firmly onto the headboard of the bed. I help him by initially pushing my underwear to the side, immediately feeling his breath on my heated core. I let out a shaky breath at the contact.

It starts out as soft butterfly kisses to the inside of my thighs, but it was enough to have to roughly grabbing onto the headboard tighter.

Enrique allows me to move my hand when he's the one that holds my underwear to the side as I feel the warm and soft muscle of his tongue lick briefly at my clit. It was enough to have me clenching around the air.

My teeth roughly press down into my bottom lip as I throw my head back when he chooses to place a chaste kiss on the area. And another and another. It was too much and yet so little at the same time.

With one hand situated firmly on the underside of my thigh, and the other out of my view, I turn my neck around to find it down his briefs as he slowly strokes his shaft. The sight has me staring longingly and licking my lips before I quickly look away, my eyes growing wide in horror when I feel Enrique press his nose directly into my pussy and I not only feel but hear as he inhales quite deeply. 

"W-What— Enrique!" I say breathlessly in complete embarrassment, my body immediately moving to raise my legs from over his face in reflex. 

He releases his member and roughly forces me down on him, "Don't move," He clips. It was meant to sound firm but his voice wavered, his breath increasing before he latches himself back onto me, sticking his tongue between my folds and taking everything I have to offer.

The embarrassment I previously felt washes away instantly as I throw my head back, my hair cascading down my back as my nails dig into the headboard more firmly. 

A loud and sharp moan falls from my lips, eyes fluttering shut and my body beginning to convulse as I feel him push my underwear further to the side, his hand making its way to his briefs again before I'm able to intercept the movement and roughly grab onto it before him, my thumb rubbing over the tip of his member before stroking him with movements to match is tongue.

The contact causes his body to convulse in my hand, the feeling of his dick throbbing with what almost feels like a heartbeat.

I watch the rise and fall of Enrique's chest, watching as it increases tremendously until suddenly, he stops his torture on my body and manages to roughly and swiftly lift my weight from his face. 

He talks speedily, "Take it off. Take it fucking off," He says, his breathing laboured and uncontrolled. I blink, making fast movements when I realise that he was referring to my underwear that was constantly getting in his way.

My movements were lousy, uncoordinated and far from sexy, but I managed to do what he asked me to. Before I could fully even remove the clothing from my ankle, he was already pulling me back in my position, but unlike last time, my knees weren't given the brunt of my weight as Enrique splits them as far apart as possible so that I literally sat on his face in every sense of the word.

I open my mouth to protest but was unable to do so due to the fact that Enrique roughly held onto the undersides of both of my thighs and buried his face my pussy.

A loud scream erupts from my throat, his fingers pressing painfully into my skin as he devours everything that I let out, smothering his face into me. 

A choked sound comes from the back of my throat, my back arching into his mouth. I look down, only to see his hair and his sweaty forehead, all other features of his face hidden between my thighs, even his brooding stare. 

"Enrique, I-I can't—" I start, my eyes rolling to the back of my head when I see and feel his head rise from the pillow to be closer to me, the opening and closing of his jaw and the unrhythmic movements of his tongue nearly throwing me over the edge.

I lean back as my mouth drops open, both of my arms steadying themselves on Enrique's rock hard abs. I was almost there, just a few... just a few more seconds from—

The thought didn't get a chance to finish itself before my entire body convulsed once, twice and then three times and a gush of cum flew from me onto Enrique's lips, where he didn't waste any time in licking up every drop of me.

My vision blurs, black circles spotting my vision momentarily as I come down from my high and find myself dropping back onto the bed. My eyes flutter close for a while before I reopen them, seeing as everything between Enrique's nose bridge and chin is smothered with my mess, his entire lower face covered in my orgasm.

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~TheOfficialSinner