Ultimate Temptation V
Camila's POV
My body starts twitching and my screams grow louder and then Alejandro holds me tighter against him, pushing in and out faster as I shake, feeling like I'm about to explode. "Cazzo, you're doing so fucking good for me." He grunts into my ear, not slowing his pace.
My hooded eyes frantically snap to his in question and he nods at me, silently giving me permission, before tightening his palm around my mouth. "Come, baby." He whispers into my ear, and I do just that as I explode against his fingers, releasing explosively with a loud muffled scream.
His fingers don't stop, instead they slow down. "Just like that." He coaxes, removing his palm from my mouth to move some of my hair out of my face, "Ride it out for me, bambina." He whispers as I ride out the euphoric feeling all the while his fingers lightly massage my lower lips. (Babygirl)
The high is so euphoric that I go limp against him and can't even speak as he shifts me so that I'm faced to him, straddling his hips.
Only then, with his gaze trained on my face does he pull out of me completely.
I don't even have time to question what he's doing before he's bringing his fingers coated in my arousal to the seam of my lips.
He doesn't say anything nor does it look like he's entirely lucid as he stares at my lips, before his fingers coated in my arousal trace them.
He coats my lips in my arousal before he pinches my bottom lip, his hooded gaze still glued to them. "Puliscilo." He murmurs his voice practically a low groan as he pushes his fingers into my lips once I part them. (Clean it up.)
He watches me, transfixed on my lips as I start sucking and licking myself off his fingers while he stares down at me through half lidded eyes in approval.
He stares down at me with so much hunger and possession that I have no choice but to suck and lick his fingers clean before he retracts them, dipping them back into my sex and gathering more of my cum.
"Again." He breathes and I do just that, loving the way he's looking down at me with so much approval and desire as I clean myself off his fingers.
I continue to stay silent as he looks down at me, his breathing laboured before he holds the sides of my head with his hands and brings his face down.
When I think he's going to kiss me, my heart races but then he does no such thing, instead he brings his tongue out and licks the remnants of my arousal from my lips clean. Even going as far to lightly suck my bottom lip into his mouth as a low grunt escapes his lips.
He pulls away to gaze down at me, his chest heaving as he slowly adjusts my underwear back into place and then places my bra back over my left breast but not before leaving a soft peck on the swell. His lips linger atop the skin, while his eyes lift to mine."I don't want anyone else seeing these."
It takes me a moment, but I realize he's referring to the pictures I'd told him I was intending to post, and all I can do is nod lightly, until he places one more kiss atop the swell of my other breast.
I watch him through hazy eyes, still trying to process what just happened. "Kiss me." I say and he looks apprehensive but the desire swimming in his eyes overtakes rational parts of him because the next thing I know he's dipping his head to connect his lips with mine.
Only he retracts almost immediately, playing it off as a peck.
My heart sinks but I push it aside as he stands with me in his arms bridal style before walking us towards the door.
I'm still catching my breath as I sigh and lean my head against his peck letting him walk us out of the office and into the hall. I only perk up when I realize he's walking towards my room.
"I wanna sleep in your room tonight." I say tiredly. I attempt to lift my head and look behind him to his bedroom door but he's blocking my view of the door.
Instead I look up to see him still, as he looks down at me, shaking his head telling me we can't. His face is strained but he continues to walk.
His back is turned to his bedroom door doing a good job of covering my body, but then he freezes in his spot as a click sounds throughout the long empty hallway.
I then gather that it's the clicking of a door and I'm proven right when a high female voice is heard from behind him. "Alejandro?"
My heart drops as my body stills against his. "You going to come to bed?" Greta snaps impatiently and then my face turns into one of complete horror as I look up to Alejandro's face.
His jaw is tight as he breathes heavily through his nose, his eyes then shut in frustration and he doesn't even look at me.
Luckily his body is blocking my view of her for I would break down right here if I saw her. Alejandro's large body is also covering mine that's clad in nothing but a pair of barely there lingerie with my robe practically off.
I look up at Alejandro, mortified but when his eyes don't meet mine, I find myself blinking away tears.
Alejandro ignores her and keeps walking.
"What are you doing?" She questions and Alejandro pauses glancing down at me for a second before diverting his eyes.
"Go to bed." He snaps angrily before shutting his eyes and calming himself down. "Camila fell asleep. I'm putting her to bed." He says, his tone clipped and I know she can't see what I'm wearing for she was behind Alejandro.
She slams the bedroom door shut and I'm left to flinch at the sound, but it's nothing compared to the way my heart cracks.
How could he do that to me when he has her in his bed? Why was she even here?
But then my mind ignores those thoughts as even worse ones creep in.
She was sleeping over, in his room, in his bed.
And the thought of him ever finding or receiving pleasure from her has my mind spinning.
I look up at Alejandro who's starting ahead, and I abandon trying to hide the tears. "How could you?"
We enter my room and I cling onto him tighter, scared to let him go and watch him walk to her. His face remains passive, until his gaze finally returns to my face, and that's when he speaks, his voice low. "It's not what it looks like."
He sets me down onto my bed, but he might as well have dropped me into the deep sea with the way I feel so cold and empty.
"Then stay." I respond tensely. Yet the desperation is there in my eyes, and he sees it because despair filters through his gaze.
His shakes his head. "I can't."
I stare up at him, his words hurting more than anything right now and all I can do is watch him walk out of my bedroom. "You can't, or you won't?"
He suddenly stops at the door and turns to me, his face softening as he sighs. I stare up at him and I hate myself for feeling hopeful at the prospect of him changing his mind.
And then the disappointment settles in when all I get is a guilt ridden frown. "This is for the best, trust me."
How but how could I when I was currently watching him walk away from me, to sleep next to her?
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