Simple Stupid Man II
I also know I have him when he puts his pen down and reclines in his chair to get more comfortable. He lays his head back against the chair while his eyes flutter, furthering my desire to make him feel more at ease. "That feels pleasant." He murmurs, breathing out through his nose. "No doubt about it." I speak slowly. He closes his eyes and throws his head back, resting it on the chair's top ledge because his height made the chair appear smaller. Because I now have a full view of his handsome face, it works better for me.
"I've had an exhausting day." He murmurs, his lips parted as he let out yet another deep sigh, sounding almost like a blend of a hum and a moan. "Maybe you ought to rest." I offer gently and when I feel his fights coming, I rapidly cover my fingers into his hair and begin kneading his scalp.
I go in somewhat harder than I should which procures me a low snort, yet he droops further once more into his seat, taking the lure. "I don't have the foggiest idea, Principessa..." As I massage and now begin to scrape my nails across the skin on the back of his head, he trails off as I move my fingers deeper into the hair. I get light goosebumps as I do so. "Cazzo." He breaths, "Thank you for this Tesoro." His term of endearment makes my heart skip a beat as he hums. (Fuck, sweetheart) I continue to massage and work on his tight skin until I can feel him drift off and his breathing starts to settle down.
"Alejandro?" The silence is broken by a barely audible whisper. "Sì?" His voice has a low, sleepy raspiness to it. (Yes) I incline down with the goal that my lips are close to his ear. "Can we go to bed, I'm tired?" In a soft voice, I ask. "Gee, Certo." He hums incessantly from exhaustion, but he still refuses to get up. I stroll around and grasp his hand before I start gradually pulling him up, cautious not to break him out of the daze. He blinks, his tired eyes widening as if taking in his surroundings, and just when I think he's going to shoot me, he nods, letting me take him to his bedroom while he follows me with drooping eyes. I overlook how lovable he looks and spotlight on inspiring him to bed. At the point when we get into his room, he vanishes into his storeroom while I sit down in favor of his bed. He arises, focusing on his drained eyes simply a couple of dark workout pants before he squints his eyes at me.
"Yes, you want to sleep here with me?" My eyes trailed over to his exposed chest as I gave a careless nod. He looks so alluring, his muscles are conspicuous and before I can get a decent gander at the tattoo on his middle, he strolls once more into his storage room, just arising a second after the fact in his white cotton shirt and naval force pants. I'm filled with disappointment because I thought he was covering for me, but I brush it off as he walks over to me and hides under the covers. I follow suit and move to the opposite side of his bed, ignoring my robe as he turns off the lights and casually places his watch on the nightstand.
This was bringing back pleasant memories of the one time I had slept with him. I mix nearer until there is a foot of room among us and I lay on my side, watching him as he rearranges around attempting to settle in. He gasps like a youngster and it's so not normal for the irritable man he typically is. "How's everything going?" As I move closer to him without getting too close, I whisper. He goes to me and gazes at me briefly prior to murmuring and drawing nearer to me, his body now close to mine. I'm turned on my side confronting him and he turns on his side to confront me. My temples wrinkle at what he's doing yet the before I know it he's connecting for my hands and tenderizing them around his neck and into the hair on the rear of his head. "Could you please continue?" he asks, closing his eyes. He inhales out. Before getting any closer to him, I immediately smile tiredly. As I continue my earlier massage and movements, my chest presses against his as I adjust my grip to wrap my hands around his neck and bury them in his hair. I keep grinning like a nitwit as Alejandro's eyes shut, and I embrace the low thunder of his chest shaking against mine as he murmurs in satisfied and floats off.
Alejandro goes to sleep almost immediately, and when I start to feel drowsy, I slow down and lower my head so that it rests in the crook of his neck as his eyes start to drop. His hair keeps my hands buried in it. My lips eventually parted slightly against the silky, hair-length-apart skin of his neck. As I drift off, my breathing begins to even out and my fingers stop moving, resulting in a light grip on his soft strands. In any case, not prior to saying thanks to Fefe for drawing me one stage nearer to him. . . . I wake to the sound of birds trilling, similar to a characteristic morning timer. To be honest, I wouldn't even be surprised if someone told me I was in a fairy tale because it feels like I'm in one.
My lips parted against the skin just under Alejandro's chin as my head was thrown back into his neck. I didn't mind that it was rough due to the slightly grown-out stubble from the previous night. My arms were as yet tossed around his neck and my fingers were as yet covered in his hair, delicately holding the delicate wavy strands. I shifted, my breath now hitting the skin beneath his jaw as he still smelled of his natural scent and his perfume, both of which I could never get enough of. Murmuring out in satisfied, I ripple my eyes shut and propel myself nearer to him. Alejandro answers by fixing his hold and driving me into him. I noticed that his arm was wrapped around my waist, as if he were embracing me.
I feel comfortable enough to lighten my leg and throw it over him as my insides heat up and I sigh. The activity makes my nightie goof my thigh uncovering the lower part of my undies, however I was extremely happy in my situation to change it. I was fine because it was covered by the duvet. Being woken up next to a man like him was the best feeling. I felt so secured, protected, warm and really focused on.
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