Firsts I
Camila's POV
I was one of those people that got caught up in the moment. The ones that acted out on emotions. The ones that only assessed their actions after the damage has already been done. The ones that were left to look back at their actions and cringe or be flooded with guilt.
I acted out and only realized the shittyness of my actions after the damage had already been done.
Not only did I feel like a complete and utter bitch but my conscious wouldn't shut up about it.
For starters, my actions at the club. I was so angry and sexually frustrates that I let it cloud my judgement and common sense.
The night could have ended really badly and all Alejandro was doing was looking out for me. Granted he was partly to blame for the events leading up to tonight. Had he communicated properly this whole mess could have been avoided.
But that didn't stop the pit in my stomach. The one that was filled with guilt and remorse.
The same one that was currently growing ten times worse because I was laid down across the bed, on my stomach-bare-as the man in question gave my entire body a soothing massage, focusing on my sore derrière.
Since he had carried me up here, Alejandro's helped me out of my dress, help me get cleaned up even though I didn't need his help and has since been treating me like an absolute treasure.
Even if I didn't really deserve it.
"I'm sorry about tonight." I mumble, resting my chin on my folded hands.
I feel Alejandro hum from behind me, he's leaned over the bed and his large hands knead the cream into the skin on of my ass.
"I got so carried away and lost in my own emotions that I turned into an irrational mess. I wasn't thinking." I sigh regretting my actions from the night.
Alejandro's hands continue rub and he hums in agreement. "You were particularly bratty tonight."
The tone of his voice is matter of fact but the low hum tells me he's not upset anymore and relief washes over me.
I instantly turn around and sit up as Alejandro moves back, standing to his full height at the foot of the bed. He's still in his clothes minus the blazer and although he looks uncomfortable he hasn't even made a move to change. Instead he's been taking care of me.
I move closer to him, watching the way his eyes flicker down my front in appreciation as I do so and butterflies explode at the way he skims my bare body. His gaze is lust filled but tender and his self control is admirable.
Aside from the desire swimming in his dark eyes and the bulge straining his slacks, his touch was nothing but sweet and caring.
I move towards the foot of the bed and when I get to the edge I sit up on my knees, steadying myself with my arms braced against Alejandro's chest as I look up at him.
"I know I don't say it..." I trail awkwardly as I flicker my gaze from his eyes to study the view behind him. My hands move to absentmindedly fiddle with one of the buttons on his white dress shirt and I clear my throat.
I feel his hand come up to gently capture my chin and he tilts my head, forcing me to look at him. I oddly feel extremely exposed and vulnerable and his gaze has moved from my breasts to my face. I shift uncomfortably but the look in his eyes tells me to go on.
"But I am really grateful to have you and..." I swallow, feeling awkward and the corners of his lips tilt as he urges me to continue.
"And....?" He prods, the pad of his thumb on my chin lightly starts to rub back and forth and the gesture makes me melt. "And... Thanks." I rush out.
He raises a brow before he turns his head and moves his ear closer to me. "I'm sorry. I don't think I got that, what was that again?"
I stare at him, knowing he not going to let this go and with a small sigh, I move my hands from his buttons to his shoulders as I lean forward and wrap my arms around his neck. "I said thank you, Alejandro." I say softly as I bury my head into the side of his neck not wanting to look him in the eye and instead I inhale his addicting many sent.
I hear him chuckle and his arm wraps around my waist as he holds me. His hand rests on the side of my waist and his fingers start to draw little patterns. The sensation doesn't tickle, instead it makes my stomach explode with more butterflies and when he moves closer, the bulge in his pants rubs against my lower stomach.
Heat pools in my belly and instead of going to bed from an exhausting day, I decide to be greedy.
I wanted Alejandro, all of him.
I move my head out of his neck and push my front closer against his, arching my back as I do so. His gaze rests on my lips and without thinking I move forward. But instead of giving him a kiss, I swipe my tongue across his bottom lip.
He doesn't move away, instead his arm pushes me impossibly closer into him. He's standing up and I'm on my knees on the mattress but it doesn't stop him from holding my body against his.
When I get more daring, I take his bottom lip into my mouth and gently start to nibble on it before soothing the skin by sucking on it. I hear a low groan escape Alejandro's lips and it only gives me the confidence to continue.
And then Alejandro's hand is grabbing onto the side of my neck and he's pulling my head away from his before crashing his lips to mine, hungrily.
His lips work with mine, they're soft and the urgency in which he's kissing me with makes my stomach tighten. His tongue peeks out and he glides it across the seam of my bottom lip and before I can even open my mouth up to him. He's tilting my head, deepening the kiss and prying my lips apart with his tongue.
The strokes of his tongue against mine start off slow but they grow more urgent with fervor like he can't get enough of me. Like it isn't enough and with the way his chest is heaving below mine and his hand is holding onto me, it isn't enough.
I trail my hand lower and snake it between us to the bulge of his dick and I slowly rub him over his slacks. I can tell it takes him by surprise because his movements slow for a second but then he's kissing me harder while he pushes his hips forward into my palm.
I break my lips apart from his, needing to breath and instead move to place kisses all across the underside of his jaw. His eyes shut as he throws his head back, his hand on the side of my neck moving to bury into the back of my head as he pushes me further into him.
I continue to leave wet kisses along the skin while simultaneously peeking my tongue out to lightly suck as Alejandro continues to grind into my palm, exhaling heavily in approval.
"Cazzo, we need to stop before I take it too far." He grunts under his breath, but he makes no move to stop, instead he continues to push his hips forward and thrust into my hand that's now squeezing him through his slacks while his hand in my hair pushes my head further into his neck.
"What if I want you to take it too far." I breathe against the skin of his neck.
He pauses, tensing, his hand buried in my hair fists my hair and he tugs my head back so I can look up at him. His eyes are blazed and hungry and his chest is heaving as heavy breaths escape his plump red lips. "Don't say stuff like that, Camila ." He breaths, shaking his head.
But I don't stop. Instead I slide my arms around his shoulders and softly peck his lips, peeking up at him through my lashes. "I want you to fuck me." I say softly.
His body tenses and his hand loosening it's grip in my hair, tightens again. I can feel his protest when I see his eyes widen and instant refusal passes through them, but then he pauses and his eyes flicker all over my face.
His eyes watch mine, looking for any uncertainty but I don't give him any.
I want this. I want him.
And it's like he sees that because his chest starts heaving again and he tilts my head up higher, his grip tightening before he lets go completely and steps back, his eyes hard and demanding.
"Undress me." He commands.
The air shifts and in place of the sweet Alejandro is the one that's dominant and intimidating. He's taking the control and I'm glad he's doing so because I wouldn't know what to do.
I shuffle in my position. I'm still sitting up on my knees, making sure my ass doesn't rub against anything and he's standing at the foot of the bed, watching me.
His stare is predatory and so hot that I can already feel my pussy getting wet but instead of acting out, I slowly bring my hands out to undo the buttons on his dress shirt.
I start undoing them one by one, all the while I can feel his gaze on the side of my head, watching my face, for what? I don't know.
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