The Ultimate Tease III
Camila's POV
Alejandro finishes brushing his teeth and I watch his perfectly chiseled body make its way into the shower.
I don't have the perfect view of the shower, but the large glass encasing is directly across from the vanity and if I looked in the reflection of the mirror, I could make out his form in the shower.
The shower was clear and only fogged up when the water temperature was above normal, and with the way the glass wasn't fogging up, I knew he was doing it on purpose.
He's trying to be a tease and I narrow my eyes before an idea pops into mind.
He could be a tease, but I lived for this shit. He'd lose this game and I was just going to prove it.
I maneour my way out of bed, and aside from my sore left upper arm, I was fine.
I make my way into the bathroom to see Alejandro who peeks over his shoulder at me. His eyes stay trained on me. He even makes a move to turn around but instead of staying where I am, I turn around and move towards the sink.
I pause near the laundry hamper and bend over with my backside to him as I slowly slip my panties off. I feel his eyes on me and my nightie was short enough where if I bent over, he'd get a little peek at my pussy.
Tossing my panties into the hamper, I straighten out and move towards the vanity, where I lean over and wet my tooth brush to brush my teeth. I feel his eyes glued to me the entire time, but I ignore him and his stare.
I sneak a peek from the corner of my eye at the reflection in the mirror and I see him now turned around to watch me. He has a clear view of my backside and when I lean over to rinse my mouth, I can feel his heated gaze on my rear.
I risk another peek at the man. His hair is wet and clinging to his forehead, the water rains down on his body and he's stood there watching me through hooded eyes. The water droplets glide down his tan, muscular skin and I find myself wanting to melt but I force my eyes away.
I'm on a mission.
He needed to be given a taste of his own medicine. Not to mention I haven't forgotten the time where he didn't let me come, or the way he treated me in front of Greta.
It was time to be petty and I was going to have fun doing it.
I put my toothbrush away and slowly turn around to face him. He's standing there -facing me- the water pouring down on him but he's only focused on me, and when I follow the trail of water droplets down his front I notice his cock is still hard.
I look back up and stare into his dark eyes as I slowly bring my hands down to grip onto the bottom of my nightie and I pull it over my head.
He watches me and although it hurts my arm to do so, the look on his face is worth it. His eyes immediately go to trail my bare body and I watch his hungry eyes devour every inch of it, as he sucks his bottom lip into his mouth.
There's a brief moment of unease, like I wanted to cover my body from his prying eyes, but the second I see the look in his eyes, the feeling goes away. He's looking at me like I'm the most precious thing in the world and my nerves and gitters instantly go away.
If there was one person I trusted, it was Alejandro.
Going back to the task at hand, I watch his eyes flicker up and down my body and to make things worse for him, I bring my hands up and I teasingly circle my nipples with the pads of my fingers.
His eyes follow the movement almost hypnotically and when he brings out an arm to steady himself against the glass wall between us, I know I've got him. And It's proven right yet again when I see his free hand snake down.
The water cascades down his body making his appeal skyrocket, but my focus drops to his groin where his hand moves to fist his erection.
It's an action that's distracted and I question if he's actually aware of it or not. He's so absorbed in watching the movements of my hands circling my nipples, that his attention doesn't stray from my body. Not even when he starts to leisurely pump himself.
I swallow back the arousal at the sight of him and instead force my legs to move as I make my way towards him.
He watches me carefully, his eyes trained on the slight bouncing of my breasts as I make my way towards the shower door.
His movements on his length as he strokes himself don't stop. Not even as I open the door and walk in, instead he simply shifts, allowing me space to enter.
The action is so direct and bold that I find myself wanting to jump him, but I force my mind away from those thoughts. I was here to tease him.
I move forward, past him and submerge myself in the water. I take a moment to tip my head back and shut my eyes in attempt to regain my confidence, all the while I can feel his lust filled gaze penetrate my backside.
The close proximity allows me to hear his heavy breathing and heat instantly pools in my stomach at the deep guttural sounds escaping his lips.
But I stop myself from getting carried away.
Snapping my eyes open, I reach forward and grab my body wash before glancing at him over my shoulder.
My face is unbothered, indifferent and it's as if I'm not even aware of the fact that he's currently got a hand wrapped around his cock while he pumps himself to the sight of me.
"Could you get my back?" I ask, eyeing him.
There's a challenging glint in my eyes and the second he realizes what I'm trying to communicate, his jaw tighten and his eyes narrow.
He's onto me, but I'm not trying to hide the fact that I'm about to tease the absolute fuck out of him.
His eyes harden and they stare into mine. It's like he's warning me, but I don't care. I simply play it off as innocent as I blink up at him.
When he realizes that I'm not gonna stop, his eyes light up with something much darker.
Something more challenging.
He steps forward and silently takes the bottle from my hand. I turn around, waiting for him to start lathering the soap across my back, but when I feel him step closer and his front presses against my front, I freeze.
His arm slowly reaches forward, over me as he sets down my body wash and then moves to grab his. I feel his breath against the shell of my ear and his deep voice sends a chill through me, "As you wish, Principessa."
And with that he steps back, giving me space to breathe and gather myself.
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