Birthday Girl IV

Camila's POV
Alejandro moves his hand from griping his cock to bring his fingers and dip them into my mouth before moving them back down to rub at my clit.
I exhale, biting my lip as I throw my head back. "Ah, yes."
"Did you miss this, Principessa?" He asks, his fingers now circling my clit faster and his hips rolling forward, grinding his cock into my pussy.
His tip keeps nudging my entrance and I whine out. I couldn't take this teasing.
His lips move to my ears and his low breathless grunts flow into them. "You missed the way my cock fucks this tight little pussy, yes?"
I fist the sheets and look up at him. "Yes, I did."
"How much?" He grunts, grinding forward while moving his fingers to my entrance and without any warning, he pushes two fingers into me.
"So much." I moan.
A deep sound rumbles from his chest as he groans out as he continues to trust into my pussy. "Me lo mostrerai, dolcezza?" He murmurs lowly, pecking my lower lip. (You gonna show me, sweetness?)
"Sì, come?" I reply, shutting my eyes. (Yes, how?)
And then in one fast movement he's flipping us around. I fall right on top of him, not having anytime to brace my hands out but he supports my weight on top of him.
He pulls his fingers out of me as my head buries into his neck, he trails a hand up my back and grips the back of my neck, lifting me up.
"Then sit your pretty little ass up and ride me." He spits, pulling me up until I'm straddling him.
He shifts back, positioning himself against the pillows as I sit up on my knees. I had yet to skill the art of riding and to be quite honest I never really took the lead.
I usually had help from him.
My legs weren't nearly strong enough to keep us at a pace that would be pleasureful for both of us and when I look up at him, prepared to ask him to do the work, he's got that look that tells me he's not going to do it.
He nods towards his lap, a smug smirk on his lips telling me he's going to enjoy watching me struggle. "Go on, baby. You can do it yourself." He murmurs, placing his hands behind his head and leaning back against the headboard.
His tone is condescending and my annoyance flares at the arrogance in his tone.
I lift myself up higher on my knees and dip my head, moving my lips to his ear. "You're right." I murmur, before moving back and instead of lowering myself down on his cock, like he's expecting. I bring my fingers to my clit and start rubbing. "I could do it myself."
His eyes follow the movement and when his hand moves down to grab himself, I slap it away. "No." I say my tone bratty. "I can do it myself." And despite wanting to tease him, my need to orgasm overpowered all my pride.
I grab his cock and line it up to my entrance as he grunts out, watching my movements while he brings his hands out to cup my breasts, "That's my good girl." He praises, pinching and rolling my nipples between his fingers.
I slowly sink myself down onto his cock. We both groan out at the feeling, Alejandro more so than me, while I gasp at the sheer length of him and how deep he's hitting inside me.
I've never felt this full and so with slow movements, I place my hands on his chest as I lift my self up slightly and then sink back down.
Alejandro moans, throwing his head back and I do it again, loving the sounds escaping his mouth at my actions. 
He tips his head back down to stare at me as I start increasing my movements, "Cazzo, perfect." He groans, his eyes trained on my breasts that are bouncing as I ride him and before I can reply, he moves forward and buries his head between my breasts.
"You feel so perfect around my cock baby, don't stop." He breathes, before moving to take one of my nipples into his mouth.
He sucks hard and I cry out but I don't stop my movements. Instead I hold onto his shoulders as he wraps his arms loosely around my waist and I lift myself up and then sink back down while simultaneously rolling my hips forward into his.
My movements aren't the fastest but they hit deep, so deep that I hear Alejandro murmur between kisses for more and, so despite my legs threatening to give out, I keep going.
My movements are sloppy and not precise and as much as I'm trying it's not enough. "Alejandro." I breathe.
He hums moving to my other breast.
"I wanna go faster." I whine out as I continue my half assed movements. But he simply pulls back and starts trusting his hips up into me while I sink down onto him.
The sensation causes my lips to part but he shakes his head, telling me he won't do all the work. "Just keep going, baby." He encourages gruffly, moving his hands out to grip onto my ass.
His eyes trail my body, pausing at the sight of where we're connected and he groans out while I attempt to go faster by leaning over and gripping onto the headboard above him.
I start picking myself up and dropping down on his cock, the new position giving me more room to go faster and harder. Not to mention the new angle hits the right spot and so I start picking up my movements.
My legs start to burn but I push through it because the deep moans and groans spilling from Alejandro's lips praising me are worth it. 
He leans forward burying his face into the crook of my neck as groans of pleasure escape his lips and vibrate through my body.
"You see how fucking good you're doing?" He grunts harshly into the skin of my neck and I nod, the tension building up.
He moves back, his hands moving to my hips, guiding me up and down his length but not quite lifting me.
"Cazzo, I'm so proud of how well you're riding my cock, baby." He groans, throwing his head back as he continues to trust up into me.
My eyes shut and I throw my head back.
I can feel the pressure building up but just as I'm about to explode, I feel a harsh warning squeeze on my hip. "Eyes open and on me, amore. I wanna see the look on your face as you come for me."(love)
And so I do just that, I tip my head forward, staring into his lust filled eyes as I explode around his cock.
My body goes limp as my orgasm rips through me and I slump forward, my head burying into the crook of his neck.
And that's when he takes the lead.
His hands on my hips start lifting me up and dropping me down onto his cock harshly with no remorse as low grunts escape him while he chases after his own orgasm.
Whines and moans escape my lips as I ride out my orgasm, but he continues to pick me up and slam me back down onto his cock with harsh grunts.
The overstimulation has me squirming and panting and it's only when he stills, burying his head into the side of my neck with a low groan that another orgasm rips through my body just as he spills inside of me.
The room erupts in silence, save for the sound of our harsh breaths as we both come down from our highs.
I roll off him and sink into the mattress on my back as I try to catch my breath. I watch Alejandro get up and move into the bathroom.
He returns a moment later, he's got a white t shirt thrown over his shoulder and a wet cloth in his hand as he moves towards me.
He spreads my legs, bringing the cloth out to clean me up and slips the t shirt over my head. It's when he moves back to slip on his briefs that we hear a light tapping against the hardwood floors.
We both look over to the source of the sound and a smile graces my lips at the sight of Cucci who uses the doggy ramp I got her to climb onto the bed.
She moves to get into my lap, but just when she settles herself in my lap, a big hand scoops her up and sets her down next to me. "Nope. That's my spot." Alejandro mumbles, getting into bed.
He climbs on top of me, spreads my legs apart and nests himself between them, using my stomach as his pillow.
A smile graces my lips and I lay back, threading my fingers through Alejandro's hair as my eyes shut in exhaustion.
But then I remember something and I know I won't be able to sleep without an answer. "Alejandro?" I mumble out.
He hums out tiredly and I can tell he's dozing off.
"Why is there C.G engraved into the piano?"
He's silent for a moment before I feel him shrug wearily. "It would be a waste to have your initials engraved now when they're going to eventually change."
A tired smile graces my lips as he continues. "Besides, Camila Gonzalez sounds better than Camila Rodriguez , yes?" He murmurs burying his face into my stomach.
"Yes it does." I whisper softly, scraping my nails across his scalp. "Goodnight, Alejandro," I murmur, shutting my eyes as I bask in the feeling of having him here with me.
We've come a long way.
He grunts in approval, his sleepy voice filling the room. "Night, baby." He's quiet but I wait for him to say the words that he says to me every night before I fall asleep and he doesn't disappoint when he speaks a moment later. "Ti amo." (I love you)
"Ti amo." I reply, my body finally giving into the need to sleep.
The room is silent save for the sound of the cracking from the dimly lit fireplace and just when I think he's asleep he speaks again. "Say it again."
"Ti amo."
I feel him smile against the skin of my stomach as he hums out in content. But then he speaks a moment later, "In English."
"I love you."
And when I think he's done, his low voice fills the room once again a moment later. "In Italian."
"Ti amo."
He wraps his arms around my waist and hugs me to him, but not before breaking the silence once again. "In French."
My eye snap open and I withhold the urge to sigh. "I don't know French."
He lifts his head, his eyes droopy and filled with fatigue, his hair a complete mess but he still manages a tired smile. "It's je t'aime."
I blink down at him and when he looks like he's not going to let it go, I nod.
He nods in satisfaction, moving his head back to bury into my stomach and I breathe out, closing my eyes in hopes of falling asleep.
But once again, his voice disturbs me. "Say it in French."
With a sigh, I comply. "Je t'aime."
He hums in content, tightening his arms around me and my head luls to the side as silence finally fills the room.It stretches for a while before he breaks it again. "Say it in Portuguese."
My eyes snap open once again. "I. Don't. Know. Portuguese." I grit and a moment later he lifts his head to look up at me.
"It's eu te amo." He says before moving back to bury his head into my stomach, completely oblivious to the fact that he's being ridiculous.
I ignore him and close my eyes. But just as I'm about to doze off, Alejandro's voice ruins it. "Say it in Portugu-"
But I cut him off. "Alejandro?" I mumble tiredly.
"Yes, baby." He murmurs, his voice low and droopy.
"If you tell me to say anything one more time, you're sleeping on the floor while Cucci and I snuggle together." I say softly and when I hear no response, I hum out in content knowing that I'll finally be able to sleep.
I sigh out as my breathing evens out, but just before I fall asleep, I murmur the words he's till waiting to hear.
"Eu te amo."