Bold II
You see, there had been a major miscalculation on my part.
I hadn't represent the way that aiming to be striking was a certain something, however finishing it, was another.
I wished I had the courage to enter this space and take things to the next level.
And if I hadn't put on my skimpiest nightie before making the decision to ditch my pants, I would have happily complied with his request. I was fine with my outbursts of ranting.
"Whatever." As he climbs into bed and slouches down toward the middle, he murmurs. "Remove it."
In an effort to come up with a plan to get myself out of this situation before I embarrass myself, I grit my teeth and slowly take it off.
I prudently slip into the bed, fixing my nightie and pulling it over my exposed ass as I get some distance from him and ensure there's distance between us.
I must go through the late evening dozing alone, close to him.
Good job, Camila.
Alejandro's arm wraps around my waist, and he pulls me back until my back is flush against his front before I can turn my head to see what's going on.
I tense while the man behind me keeps on moving to settle in, pulling me nearer to him simultaneously and my face shapes into one of fear and complete shame.
Because I'm afraid that even the slightest movement will draw attention to my clothes—or lack thereof—I don't dare speak or move.
As I suddenly become extremely aware of Alejandro, who is quietly behind me, I become anxious.
His odor.
His taking in my ear. He gave me a firm chest-to-waist hug with his strong arm around my waist.
His hands, which I had considered touching in places that no man had ever touched before. I want his lips all over my body.
His chest at last hurls behind me as he murmurs and moves, making his arm around my midsection inch higher, the activity making the material of my nightie ride up, uncovering the underside of my butt and I gradually begin to inch my body away from his.
What was my thought? When I try to move my lower half away from him, he pulls me back toward him with another sigh just as I am able to put some distance between my bare ass and his front.
"You will no longer be leaving as you were tonight."
I discharge a breath and push back the bratty desire to berate him.
"This game plan probably won't make you the most joyful, yet entirely it's ideal." Before his voice becomes low and rough, he speaks.
"But you are aware that it is for your own safety, are you sure?" I stay actually, needing to revile myself for the manner in which my legs hold together at his profound, imposing voice.
Alejandro proceeds, negligent of my unrest and takes my quietness for fight.
"Why in the world would you even want to go out again, huh? Did you notice how it came out?" I swallow thickly once I understand he's sitting tight for a response, however I'm excessively awkward to try and give him one. "Uh..." I try to clear my throat.
As Alejandro tenses behind me, I stammer, "I-," and draw a ragged breath.
Just when I think he's going to push me away or yell at me, he says something completely unexpected.
"You didn't engage that boy voluntarily, correct?" His voice has a hint of tension, and his breath is blowing across my ear.
My body immediately responds to his proximity and the lingering possession undertone in his voice, so I remain silent.
Did it irritate him? "Perhaps I did." I speak slowly. He doesn't say a word and seems very calm.
"Why?" He pushes in that equivalent telling tone that never really helps what is going on underneath. In fact, just hearing it makes my sex clench.
I snap my eyes shut more tight and huff, shaking the contemplations away. I might have been able to get away with sneaking out to change after he fell asleep if he hadn't noticed by now.
"I wanted to find someone who could... because I was tired of being alone." I'm not sure." As I reflect on the night, I quietly disappear.
The sad truth is that I wanted to feel wanted, and since the one man I wanted to feel wanted was not giving it to me, I thought I might be able to find a different person.
"Due to your feelings of loneliness, you put yourself in danger?" He seems as though he's attempting to quiet himself down.
I take a big sigh and then open my eyes to look at the wall in front of me. "I have needs Alejandro," I say.
I deflate a little as I murmur softly. I was drained and baffled of sneaking around him.
"What. Possible. Needs." He responds as though he understands what I'm referring to but is giving me a chance to disprove him.
He takes my silence as an answer, which he doesn't seem to like as he flattens his hand against my stomach to form a fist.
My nightie rides up, bunching at my belly button and showing my entire bottom half, which causes my eyes to widen.
However, it would appear that the man is far too caught up in his own delusional rage to notice. "Was he able to touch you? "No." "But maybe I wanted him to... you know, to help me reach those... needs," he says as his hold loosens.
I speak slowly, and when his hand tightens once more, I know he doesn't like the idea of being touched. I just needed to go a little deeper now.
"Why did you choose a tiny American boy out of all the people?" His tone is bitter, which is so unlike the last time we talked about me going out with a boy and he said, "I thought you had better taste."
"I do."
"Clearly not-" he scoffs before going off on a tangent in Italian. His voice is low and I can't make out some of the words he is saying, but it tells me their curses that I've never heard, and I realize that I like him and am jealous of him.
I get an idea and get the confidence boost I need from his actions. As I wait for his protest, I slowly begin to move it further south as I grab his hand that is fisting the fabric of my nightie at my stomach and pry it off.
"Then you do it" is all I dare to go below my nightie's hem, which is just below my bikini line. He halts speaking. I pull my hand away. He does not remove his.
His breathing in my ear gets stronger as the silence continues, and his hand slowly descends on its own.
It's not much, but it's enough to feel the cold metal of his rings against the smooth, bare skin of my pussy.
I wheeze and it resembles that is the reminder he wants since he unexpectedly stops, quickly withdrawing his hand and making a sound as if to speak.
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