Blue Balls II
Alejandro's POV
Christo, those little fucking noises were going to be the death of me. I could barely hear them but her mouth was so close to my ear that it was enough for the soft and sweet sounds to have my cock start to swell beneath my slacks.
Not to mention the position I was in didn't give my dick much room to breathe in the first place, so now my pants were extremely tight.
Just like Camila would be- No.
What was wrong with me?
I needed to push her off, stop her. But instead I held her still as she tried to move against me. Her whines and whimpers were getting louder and I prayed she woke up and realised what she was doing.
My self control was wearing thin and her increased breathing fanning across the skin of my neck was not helping.
But when she gets antsy and starts trying harder to rock herself against me, I find myself itching to give her a release.
Maybe if she got a release she would stop and just sleep?
A this point I was just bullshitting myself.
Deep down I was a sick fuck that wanted to sit here and watch as she rode my thigh and used me to get herself to her climax. So much so that the thought of watching that had me swelling even further.
My eyes trail down to watch her on top of me but then I instantly snap my eyes to the ceiling as I grit my teeth.
I wanted nothing more than to give my baby what she wanted but I couldn't. I shouldn't. And looking back down to watch her ass lift as she tired to move was only going to make it even worse.
How did this night take such a turn?
Camila's hands fist my shirt tighter and when she continues to try and move up and down on my thigh, I force my hands to hold her down harder as I train my eyes on the ceiling.
And when I think it can't get any worse, it does because I feel it.
The little patch of wetness that starts to gather on my thigh. She's soaking wet and I can feel it through my slacks. "Cazzo." I growl forcing my legs still. Painfully still as I quietly groan out.
This couldn't happen. I needed to think of something else. Anything else.
Like the four hundred grand I lost when Camila gave my Ferrari away.
Her lips part against my neck and she starts gasping and breathing harder.
Or the hundred thousand I lost when she maxed out my personal Amex. Luckily she had gotten ahold of my personal one that had a limit. Not the business card.
Her upper body slides against mine as she pushes herself higher up and I can feel the material of her silk top slide down.
Or the sardine and Mayo salad, the most repulsive thing I had ever put into my body-
"P-please..." She murmurs softly, her lips ghosting over my skin as she continues to whimper.
She moans lightly and continues to try and move but I hold her still and continue to think of anything else.
"Alejandro... Please." She murmurs, panting and I freeze.
That was hard to ignore, and instead of thinking about anything else I find my mind wandering back to her and how angelic she is.
From her soft body that fits perfectly against mine to every soft curve on her body that's so effortlessly tempting and tantalising.
My eyes start to trail. All the way down to her figure and stop on the movement of her ass. Her silk dress has complexly rode up, exposing her ass and the white lace panties she's wearing. My eyes don't look away and instead, I watch the material scrunch up into her ass allowing me to get a better view of the perfect round skin.
Her ass was so fucking full and perfect.
The next thing I know my hands are loosening until I see her ass move higher up and down and shes starts to fully grind herself against my thigh.
What I would do to that ass. The skin was so smooth, like silk and I could picture just how good it would feel to watch it redden under my palm.
She's panting and moving faster but I'm not stopping her, instead my hand is slowly reaching down until it hovers over her right ass cheek. By the time I realise what I'm doing, I pause and stop myself from getting carried away. I was just going to touch, nothing more.
"Camila." I breath. She needed to wake up and stop before I did something bad.
Her only form of reply comes when she starts panting against the skin of my neck and starts grinding down harder on my thigh.
"Camila, get up." I breath, my voice nothing but a quiet whisper as my eyes stay trained to her body.
She picks up her pace which causes my hand on her ass to start sliding back and forth against the plump skin and I groan. Her ass was large enough for my hands to knead and grip the skin on either side and still have more room to explore.
But I was just going to touch, feel, hold. Nothing else. I wasn't going to get any pleasure out of this.
"Stop me." It's quieter than the last two and I watch as my hand slowly starts to grip the skin of her ass. I find myself squeezing the skin and moving with her body, helping her ride my thigh faster. Harder.
And even when I hear her moan out I don't stop. Instead I grip her ass harder as I start lightly lifting my leg to help her ride me. Use me.
Fuck, she was so responsive.
My thigh is soaking wet which only helps her glide up and down faster and I do nothing but watch through hooded eyes.
My chest starts heaving against hers and I physically have to stop myself. Stop myself from taking charge and pushing her down with more force. Right now I was handling her with care and if I didn't stop myself things would escalate.
But I couldn't let things escalate. This wasn't right. I was a weak man that wanted nothing more than to succumb to her needs.
But I would be lying if I said I wasn't enjoying myself. Aside from the view of her grinding down against me, the handful of skin in my hand was more than enough to fuel my thoughts.
My thoughts that were thinking about how easy it would be if she shifted and instead of grinding her hips down on my thigh, she could be grinding her hips down against mine.
But I knew if that happened this wouldn't be as gentle anymore. I'd take charge and this night would take an even darker turn. One that would end up with those sweet little noises turning into loud screams as I pushed in and out of her tight little pussy.
I snap my eyes away from her ass for I knew I was getting too carried away. But then my eyes drift up to the movement of her chest against mine and the sight has a low groan leaving my lips.
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