The worst kind of jealous I
Camila's POV
No words.
No words come to mind nor can they describe the sensation pulsing through my body at this moment.
After what seems to be the hundredth time, my body quivers allowing a small breathless gasp to escape my lips even before I can force my eyes open.
And then another strangled sound leaves my lips as my hips lift off the bed on their own accord and push further into the source of the sensation.
A low guttural sound fills the air while I'm left to suck in a breath as all air escapes me.
I tilt my head, too lost in the feeling of the warm wet tounge assaulting my pussy to realize that Alejandro's not in bed next to me.
Instead he's groaning and grunting beneath the covers and the sounds send shocks through my body.
The strokes of his tongue thrusting into my pussy, the calloused pads of his fingers rubbing my clit, the rough tickle of his scruff against the skin of my inner thighs and most of all, the tenderness in my pussy.
It's all too much and by the time I'm awake enough to gather my surroundings, I'm crying out as my orgasm rips through me.
The over stimulation quickly grows to be too much and I find myself instantly lifting the covers up to look down at the mop of brown hair buried between my legs.
I'm panting and by the time I reach down to thread my hands in Alejandro's hair, he stops and allows me to tilt his head up.
I stare down at the man nested between my parted thighs. His cheeks are flushed, his hair is a mess and his lips are wet, swollen and red. They're glistening in my cum and when he swipes his tongue across his lips, cleaning me off, a lazy smile graces them.
"Buongiorno, dolcezza." He murmurs, his morning voice throaty and thick. (Good morning, sweetness)
I could get used to waking up like this.
I exhale heavily as Alejandro moves to hover over me before connecting our lips in a chaste kiss. I briefly remember him asking if he could wake me up with an orgasm, I thought he was referring to some sort of morning sex. This however, was much better, considering I'm still extremely sore.
I'm still too flustered to even care about morning breath and considering he was just eating me out like it was his breakfast, I highly doubt he would mind right now. I'm proven right when he tilts my head and pushes his tongue through the seam of my lips with a low groan, one that I reciprocate as soon as I taste myself.
He pulls away and rests his forehead against mine but his eyes remain open.
He's watching me, trying to get a read on my emotions and when he can't find one he just comes out with it. "How are you feeling?" He breathes as his eyes search mine with uncertainty.
I move my head away from his to wipe the sleep from my eyes as the events of yesterday come crashing in.
The lunch, the teasing, the club, the spanking, the making out, the riding his face and then the losing my virginity part.
Holy shit, what an eventful day.
I sigh and shift, the soreness between my legs making my face scrunches up. "I'm sore."
He exhales almost in relief, before his eyes search mine for assurance. "Other than that, no problems, yes?" He nods.
And it's then that I realize he's scared I'm going to regret it, he's scared that it was too much for me.
With a soft smile I move up to place a kiss on his cheek, before looking up at him while my hand smoothed back his hair. "No problems." I repeat softly and watch as his body relaxes.
"Bene." He nods before getting off the bed and scooping me up, bridal style before making his way to the bathroom. (Good)
He sets me down on the counter and the cool marble instantly feels good on my sore bottom. I watch him move around the bathroom, he's in nothing but a pair of black briefs and when I glance down at myself, I realize he's put me in his white tshirt.
I smile as I turn and grab my tooth brush. I brush my teeth as I watch him prepare a bath with salts that I'm guessing help muscles relax and when I'm done I lift my shirt over my head.
There's a mirror on the other side of the room and my eyes widen when I catch sight of my body. More specifically the hickeys all over.
Some I've gathered were done this morning, like the ones on my hips and on my inner thighs. But the others ones were from last night and they were all over my neck, chest and my breasts.
I glance at Alejandro and examine his bare skin. My work is less impressive. Aside from the few on his chest there's one on the side of his neck that's lightly visible.
But I don't have too much time to fret before he's moving towards me and scooping me in his arms before placing me down into the oversized tub.
The warm water instantly soothes my aching body and I sigh out as I watch Alejandro slip off his briefs and get in behind me. The tub is large but his body makes the space feel so small.
He nests me between his legs and I instantly relax into his body. Despite the hard erection resting between us, he wraps his arms around me while occasionally rubbing my shoulders.
It's only after a while of relaxing that I decide to break the peaceful silence. "What was Nico talking about yesterday?" I ask and Alejandro's body instantly tenses behind me.
Eventually he realizes I'm not letting up and he sighs as his hands come out to move my hair to one side. "Your father had many enemies, Camila . And when he died those enemies didn't go away."
"So... Nico wants to get even with my dead sperm donor by killing me?" I say, my brows furrowing. Seems a bit unfair if you ask me.
"He won't touch you." Alejandro promises from behind me but I have a hard time believing him.
I met Nico and he was a bit unhinged to say the least. There was no telling what he'd do. "How can you be so sure?" I ask, trialing my gaze down to the water as I move my hands back and forth.
Alejandro tightens his hold around me and brings his head to the side of my neck where his breath fans across the skin there.
"I'm working on it." He murmurs tiredly, his voice ticking my skin and I get the hint. He doesn't want to talk about it.
Even though my mind is swimming with questions. Did this have to do with Arnold? Was the girl Nico talking about Greta? Was there another reason he was entertaining her?
I wanted answers but instead I decided not to disturb the peace.
I reach for his hands that are planted on my waist and move them to my stomach as I change the subject. "Give me a belly rub, please." I say lightly, tilting my head back to rest on his shoulder.
His palms flatten against the skin, and since his hands are too big to fit comfortably side by side I place one on my upper stomach right below my breasts and the other one on my stomach.
I feel his lips form into a big smile against the skin of my neck and he chuckles, but then he bares his teeth and bites the side of my neck. I shriek and try to move my head away but he holds me in place. "Last I checked you don't make the demands." He murmurs, his lips tilting against my skin and despite his words, his hands slowly start to rub at my stomach.
"Umhm." I hum, smiling and leaning farther back into him as he leans his body back and takes me with him so we're in more of a comfortable position.
His lips latch onto the skin where his head is buried as he soothes the sting of his bite. I sigh out in content at the feeling of his hard body pressed to mine.
He starts off by peppering the area in kisses as his arms tighten around me, his hands rub my stomach but the one placed right below my breasts, starts to rub and squeeze the underside of my breast softy.
I tilt my head to the side, giving him more access as I lift my hands behind me to bury them into his hair to massage his scalp.
I try not to move my body too much considering he is still hard. But I can't help it when my back arches and I push my ass into his cock the second I feel his kisses turn into wet, sloppy ones. His tongue peeks out and he starts to lightly suck on the skin causing me to push myself back into him once again.
He pauses and pulls his head out to blow air onto the sensitive skin. And when it sends a chill through me, I realize he's creating yet another hickey.
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