His Pleasure II
Camila's POV
His hands that are placed over mine, slowly lift as he moves my hands to place them over the swells of my breasts. His hands cover mine and he doesn't make any move to remove them.
Instead he stares down at his hands covering mine, and since his are much bigger than mine his fingertips peek out to lightly trace the soft skin of my exposed chest. "He doesn't get to think about you like this."
My chest heaves and I watch his eyes zero in on the rise and fall of it. "See you like this." He breathes, as his own chest starts to heave.
The air shifts and in place of his anger is a dangerous mix of possessive desire.
I slowly slip my hands out from under his, leaving his hands to rest on the swells of my exposed breasts just above my bra. He doesn't make a move to lift his hands off of me, instead he pushes his body forward, his eyes still trained on my chest.
The desire swimming in his eyes has my heart hammering. I've never felt more wanted and the realization makes me hyper aware of him.
The smell of his cologne, the feeling of his rough calloused hands, and the firm feeling of the bulge poking into my lower stomach.
He wants me.
He dips his head, his hands moving to cup my breasts over the fabric of my bra. I watch his eyes trail down to the large bulge straining against his pants and he exhales, "You see what you fucking do to me?" He breaths, tilting his head back up until his face is an inch from mine. "You drive me insane." He spits angrily, his harsh breaths mixing with my shallow ones.
"Yeah?" I say, my voice that of a barely there whisper and instead of pushing him off me, I do something I never thought I would be doing tonight.
I slowly trail my hand down, pausing to fiddle with the buckle of his belt.
I don't dare to do anything else in fear of him pushing me away but when he shows no signs of protest, I hold my breath as my hand slowly drifts down until it's placed over the bulge in his pants.
His hands squeeze my breasts and my eyes watch his face as his eyes trail down to watch my hand. And when he does, I start to slowly rub him over his slacks, following the path and trail of the prominent bulge.
Alessio's breathing picks up and I feel his dick that I now gather was only semi erect form into a fully erect one against my touch.
He instantly tenses as low barely there noises escape the back of his throat and when he moves to place his forehead atop mine, they pour into my parted lips.
My feather like touch turns into one of sensual want. I rub along his slacks all over the length of his cock and when I squeeze near the base, he lightly grunts, his hands gripping my breasts moving down to grip my waists like he suddenly feels the need to control himself.
"Camila. We can't. You don't want this." He breaths his eyes snapping shut, like it pains him to say this.
His breath fans across my lips and I move my head higher up to allow my lips to ghost over his."But I do." I breathe looking up at him through my lashes.
His hands on my waist tighten and when he snaps his eyes open his face hardens. "You don't know what you're doing or getting yourself into."
"Then show me. I want to see." I murmur as I continue to rub him over his slacks. I occasionally squeeze him loving the power I hold in doing so as I watch his face scrunch up in a mix of pleasure and pain as he fights with himself.
"What are you doing?" He spits, one of his hands now moving to brace himself against the wall near my head. His other hand comes down to grip my wrist tightly yet he doesn't pull my hand away from him.
He just holds my wrist as I continue to rub him over his slacks. I trail my eyes up from watching my hand and when he stares into my eyes I know he's at battle with himself. "I'm giving you your birthday present." I offer, knowing he couldn't possibly refuse.
My confidence gets restored when I see the want in his eyes and I know he's gonna fight me, but I'll end up winning.
I move forward and tilt my head up as I place soft kisses across his jaw. "I want to make you feel good, Alejandro." I murmur against his skin.
"Oh yeah?" He breathes before he pushes himself forward, grinding himself into my palm slightly.
I nod and slow down my movements until I come to a full stop, my hand now resting over his bulge as I stare up at him, waiting for his response. He pushes himself forward into my palm harder this time, with a barely there grunt. "Can I?" I ask.
He shakes his head weakly, yet he continues to subtly grind into my palm, a silent plea for me to continue. I start moving my hand, stroking him over his slacks as I feel the hand on my waist tighten. "Then stop me." I say softly, squeezing his length and I see him stifle a groan.
"Give up the control." I say and when his eyes snap open to meet mine, its like I struck a nerve.
Before I know it, my hand is yanked away from his crotch at a force so abrupt that I gasp out as he pushes me into the wall, holding both my hands up against it. His face looks livid as he pushes his lower half into mine, effectively pinning me to the wall with his hips.
I gasp out when his erection digs into my lower stomach and his hands pinning me to the wall tighten. "I don't give up control." He bites out harshly, his face moving towards mine. "Is this what you want?" He says pushing into me harshly. "To fuck with my head?" His head tilts and his lips ghost over mine. "To drive me insane?" He's riling himself up.
I don't answer. "Huh?" He spits before pushing into me once more only this time, his erection is dangerously close to my core and it causes me to gasp out. "Answer me." He growls his tone laced with all the pent up frustration.
"N-no." I gasp out, not fully knowing what he's talking about. I just knew I wanted to see him come undone.
He stops to look down at me, a small dark smirk on his lips. It's taunting and condescending. "You think a girl like you could handle me?" He spits venomously.
I nod.
He laughs humorlessly, his grip tightening on my wrists before he hastily shakes his head."You couldn't even if you tried, Principessa. Stop this behaviour." He spits pushing away from me and pacing back and forth before me.
I blink, trying to understand what just happened. "If you don't want me just tell me that instead of giving me whiplash." I say, disappointment and rejection settling in. I was tired of this game.
I was tired of his back and forth.
He looks up at me, his face scrunched up in disbelief, like I just said the craziest thing in the world. "Are you fucking crazy?" He laughs humourlessly, moving back towards me until he stands before me. He hastily cups my face in his hands and tilts my face up. "The things I think about doing to you, Camila. You wouldn't be able to handle." He breathes angrily in my face, like I'm not understanding him.
He's not exactly upset with me, he's upset with the situation.
"Yes I can." I spit furiously.
He stares at me like he doesn't believe a word coming out of my mouth and I get so frustrated that I decide actions speak louder than words. I trail my hand down to his belt and I hastily start unbuckling it.
I hear him sigh in exasperation before dipping his head to rest on the wall next to mine as his heavy breathing runs down my neck. It's like he's so sure I can't that he's just waiting for me to back down, to prove his point.
But I won't.
And when I slip my hand into his breifs I hear a light grunt escape the man as my hand finds the warm skin of his hard cock. I wrap my hand around the base and my eyes widen. I freeze at the sheer thickness of his girth, not to mention the size of his length as I start to slowly feel back and forth trying to determine just how big he is.
He turns his head and I feel his lips part against the skin of my neck as his heavy breathing hits the skin, before he forces himself up completely and pulls my hand out of his pants.
I let him, my mind still reeling from the pure size and thickness of him. How the fuck was I going to do anything with that?
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