Hormonal (Bonus) IV

Camila's POV
Alejandro catches me with a hand around my waist, stumbling back a step before hungrily diving in for a kiss.
Our lips meet and his are warm, inviting and mold perfectly against mine. His tongue tangles with mine and I wrap my legs around his bare torso while he tilts my head and deepens the kiss.
His hands find their way to my ass and his fingers begin kneading the skin, but I pull away first while he begins placing kisses down my jaw. "Does this mean you won't be away on business all the time?"
He pauses, the muscles in his shoulders contracting. "Principessa, you know I can't control-" and the moment of happiness bursts like an inflated balloon.
I move to unravel my legs but he walks back towards the counter, placing me down. "You're always away on business and I'm always alone. I can barely handle it now. But with a baby." My throat tightens at the thought and I look away from him. "I can't do it alone, Alejandro."
I couldn't keep living like this.
"I know, baby. I know." He rubs a hand along his jaw in thought and I stare at the man who I barely got to see.
I love him, but these past 4 years have felt like a long distance relationship, and I wasn't a long distance girl.
He stays silent for a long moment, lost in thought and I realize that he's gonna need more of an incentive, I decide to give him another one.
"don't know how many more nights I can spend alone..." I trail my finger down his chest, taking a different approach. My eyes move back and meet his while I bite down on my lip. "There's only so much my vibrator can do, Alejandro."
He stills and glances up at me. "Cazzo, you still have that?"
I trace the taut muscles on his abdomen and nod. "It brings me more orgasms than you do these days."
His eyes narrow. "We fuck on the phone almost every night. Is that not enough?"
I purse my lips and look away from him. Alejandro wasn't a typical businessman. He didn't have a set list of hours he worked. His schedule was hard to work around.
Sex was phenomenal, every single time. And the phone sex was no different, except when he called at four in the morning. The man was able to bring himself to an orgasm with nothing but the sound of my breathing.
Alejandro pauses and slowly lifts his head, "You always finish, yes?"
"Yeah." I breathe, pulling him forward and tracing a path from his navel down towards his clothed erection.
It wasn't a lie, I did finish, but there were some times where I was far too tired to even try. I needed my beauty rest and it wasn't the same without him here. "It's just not the same as having the real thing."
I can sense his hesitance, and I knew that he was onto me. Alejandro had gotten better at detecting my lies.
Moving forward, I begin to pepper kisses along the underside of his jaw and when it still seems like he's not going to let this go, I slip mg hand beneath the waistband of his slacks, fisting his hard dick. 
He stands tense, glaring at nothing in particular before he grabs my wrist, yanks it out from beneath his pants and grips my chin.
"You faked an orgasm?" He asks, his face scrunching up in pure disbelief and I watch the way his eyes flicker across my face, searching for something that he finds and apparently makes him angry.
Oh shit.
"Not faked." I say cringing when his face turns even deadlier and his jaw tightens. "More like... over exaggerated. But it was only once or twice." I assure.
"Once or twice?!" He snaps, his temper flaring as he steps away from me and begins to go through the drawers in the room.
It was rare that Alejandro raised his voice or got so angry he'd curse in Italian at me. But as I watched the bare chested man in nothing but a pair of slacks with his belt buckle undone begin to tear through the closet, spewing insults, I knew he was losing his shit.
"Cazzo. Once or twice? You faked multiple fucking orgasm?" He bellows, as he goes into a fit of spewing curses and terms that I don't even know in Italian.
I can do nothing but watch him derail. "Never in my life had a woman ever faked an orgasm." He breathes, shaking his head and slamming a drawer shut.
"How do you know that?" I blurt, eyeing my vibrator in his hands.
He stiffens and when he strides towards me, the look on his face is hard. "You really want the details?"
My jaw tightens, "No." I snap, suddenly angry at the thought of him having other people before me.
"How many orgasms did you fake exactly?" He demands, slipping the vibrator into the crotch of my panties. "Don't lie to me."
My brows furrow at him. "Why does it-" I jolt, my body jumping when I feel him cup me over my panties, hard.
But it gets worse when he turns on the vibrator.
"My girl fakes her orgasms, yes?" He seethes, my hand shoots out to grip onto his forearm for support while I squirm. My nails dig into his flesh but the more I squirm the harder he pushes the little bullet shaped vibrator into my clit and the vibrations send waves through my body.
"Alejandro-" I choke out.
"You know, I think I read somewhere that pregnant women grew far more sensitive." I try to snap my legs shut but he steps in between them, pushing the vibrator into me, while his palm grinds into me.
I gasp and writhe. I was far more sensitive than usual, so sensitive that I only ever used my vibrator on the lowest setting.
Alejandro had it on the highest.
"So sensitive." He says, his voice low in my ear. "That they're orgasms are not only more intense." He breathes, squeezing me. "But easier to reach." I squirm, as he continues, "So easy that I bet I could make you finish by simply holding it against your little pussy for a few sec-"
I burst. Coming so hard that it shutters right through me, while my body pulses forward but he doesn't let go.
In fact, when I try to slide off the counter, he uses his free hand to push me back where I can do nothing but throw my head back and whine at the sensitivity, "You didn't think I'd letting you off that easily did you? He asks.
I gasp as the pressure starts to build up again, the oversensitivity mixed with the overstimulation borderline uncomfortable. "Alejandro. I can't-" I gasp, shutting my eyes.
He pushes his palm against me, gliding the bullet like object down towards my entrance while his thumb pushes down on my clit. "If you can fake multiple orgasms." He grunts, urging it so far that my pussy clenches around it. "You can take multiple too."
I writhe and wiggle but he holds me still, forcing me to take it. While I feel yet another buildup, this time the over stimulation too much for me to think straight. "I learned my lesson, Alejandro." I pant, "Please-" a moan makes its way up my throat but turns into a gasp when he grabs my throat.
"Such a whiny little brat." He tsks at me, while my insides bubble and I feel like I'm going to explode.
"Alejandro-" I gasp out as a second orgasm racks through my body at lightning speed and he prolongs it by circling my clit and rubbing the vibrator further into me.
I scream out while he stares down at me, his breathing ragged. "The next time you fake an orgasm, I won't stop. Not until you're begging for it." He spits, his breathing ragged. "Am I understood?"
I nod, my hips buckling off the counter but he doesn't stop, he merely raises a brow and I choke out a, "Yes."
He nods, seeming to be satisfied and pushes my head into the crook of his neck while I continue to pulse and spasm around my vibrator.
I whimper into his neck as his hand smoothes down the back of my head while his hand buried between my legs lowers the vibration to a tolerable pace and he's able to coax another orgasm from my body, this one gentle and slow.
"Almost there, Principessa." He murmurs, moving the vibrator and holding it against my clit while he eases a finger into me. He begins to leisurely pump in and out of me, and once again, I come undone with a loud moan muffled into the skin of his neck.
"Quella è la mia brava ragazza." He murmurs as I slump into him, my body completely spent and exhausted as he slowly pulls the vibrator out and throws it off to the side. (That's my good girl.)
I don't open my eyes but I hear the clank in the distance, "Careful." I mumble tiredly. "I need that."
He offers an annoyed grunt, "Not anymore."
I lift my head and stare up at him through hazy eyes. "Huh?"
His warm lips touch the skin of my forehead as he places a gentle kiss there and I eye him weirdly. "I'm going to need you to move back home after you graduate in a few months." He frowns and glances at my face, "I know it's not ideal but most of my work is in California and things here are getting dangerous with the Russians moving in..."
I don't listen to the rest of what he has to say, I simply bask in the sudden high that overwhelms me at the thought of moving back home.
When he's done, I respond but still make sure to mask my excitement. "If we have to go... then I'll manage." I sight out, slumping my shoulders in mock disappointment.
Alejandro lifts my chin, "Good." He murmurs, placing a chaste kiss on my lips."You're happy now, yes?"
"Yes." I smile softly. "Are you happy?"
For the first time since seeing him today, he smiles so big that his dimples make an appearance. "I'm going to be a papà." He breathes.
A moment of silence passes between us as we stare into each other's eyes.
There's happiness, excitement and love there but neither of us can hide the fear lingering beneath the surface.
Most people weren't meant to be parents, our parents were prime examples of that.
None of us had proper role models, we didn't know what a stable family looked like and the thought of a raising a child terrified me.
All I had was mamá.
I loved her dearly, but I'd come to realize that just because I loved her it didn't mean she was a good mother.
Mamá had raised me, loved me but somewhere along the way my trauma had become a byproduct of hers.
Yet I couldn't find it in me to hate her, nor could I blame her.
She wasn't perfect, she was a woman who was thrown into a life she didn't want at an age where she was far too impressionable to differentiate between right and wrong. And it was all done by a man who shared half of my DNA.
A man who'd left a mark on the world in the worst possible way. Sebastian Rodriguez had caused more harm than good, and like a butterfly affect, the repercussions were explosive.
I'd been cursed from the start.
"You really think we can take care of a baby?" I ask, searching Alejandro's face to find a flicker of doubt but I didn't my find any.
"Yes." He says, "I've seen the way you take care of the the Tripawd." He continues and I swat at his chest, rolling my eyes at how he still refused to call Cucci by her name.
"You're going to be a good mamma, Camila . I promise." Alejandro wraps a string arm around me, hugging me to his chest. "We're going to be good parents, better than the ones we had. We're going to have a family with kids."
He places a kiss on my forehead and I can't help the way I believe his words as he finishes off.
"And we'll raise them in our very own Hideaway."

THE END

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