Bold III
"Che Cazzo?" His voice is sharp and free of fatigue, and I hear him say it from behind me. (What the fuck?)
My heart still pounding in surprise at the fact that Alejandro was voluntarily touching me for a split second, and I blink and blink some more.
Alejandro gets up quickly." You were unable to deal with the rum. I ought to have never allowed you to drink in here." He murmurs, and when I turn around, I see him sitting up against the headboard and scooting away from me.
"I'm totally clearheaded, it's not like i choked out you with my crotch as you did an evening or two ago." I murmur.
He makes a sudden turn to face me, and he looks at me with complete outrage.
"What just happened?" He snaps, bringing the covers up to my chest to try to hide his eyes.
As I lie on my back and look up at the ceiling, I shrug. "Haven't you at any point asked why I didn't invest the night last energy I said I could?" On the side of my face, I feel his gaze.
"You were an excessively horny drunk," I said.
"Camila, Christo." He inhales, similar to he can't really accept that what he's hearing. However, he doesn't sound embarrassed.
"That shouldn't have been there," I said. His eyes narrow as he turns his head toward me as I roll my eyes.
"And you certainly shouldn't have gone out with the intention of having someone touch you," she said.
"Is it safe to say that we are earnestly back to this?" I inquire, appalled that he had taken my half-hearted comment so seriously.
"What's so awful about me needing sex?" I anticipate the accusation, the judgment, and the opportunity for him to call me a slut, a whore, or whatever other term society used to shame women, but it never comes.
"You're not old enough." He responds right away, but he doesn't sound too confident about himself.
I turn my head and look at him through narrow eyes. "Really? I'd like to know how old you were when you lost your virginity".
I scoff and shake my head as I see his blank face and clenched jaw as evidence of my point.
"Exactly. You are not permitted to attempt to shame me". I say, my voice full of emotion.
"I'm doing whatever it takes not to disgrace you." In contrast to his subsequent statement, he immediately responds, his tone firm but sincere.
"I simply don't need you getting injured or jeopardizing yourself." "Then what do you think I should do instead?" As I turn to face him and prop my head up on my hand, I suddenly ask.
The distance between us gives me a portion of my certainty back and the rum drifting through my veins facilitates my nerves.
"Cazzo." "I'm not having this conversation with you," he says as he takes a deep breath and rests his head on the headboard. I flicker up at him, "What difference would it make?" I ask without thinking, tracing my finger across my entire body above the sheets.
I change my tone to one of laziness as he side-eyes me from his position and follows my fingers. "I wanted some experience."
He swallows heavily and the tension in his broad shoulders is obvious. I keep going because I love how powerful it feels to have Alejandro, of all people.
I wave my fingers at him with a raised hand. "I can only do so much with these."
His sharp brown eyes flicker between my fingers and the area of my crotch that is covered by the sheet as the fire burns across the room.
Before he looks away from me, the vein in his neck pops. He shakes his head and rubs his jaw with his hand, "Camila." "You are doing absolutely nothing. Stop it!"
"Oh really?" I say with a side lip. As he brings them back to mine, his eyes blaze. "Yes, stop this now," I respond to his harsh gaze with a challenging one of my own.
However, "I think I know what I'm doing," Before reaching for the hem of the sheet that has been draped over my waist, I murmur. "In particular with regard to my own body."
I can't tell if he's really upset or just curious from his chest heaving. He doesn't touch me or kick me out, either way.
"Go to bed if you are drunk." His voice has a distinct edge to it when he speaks. I laugh out loud.
We were both aware that I wasn't drunk and that he was just making up excuses for himself.
But rather than giving in to his nonsense, I slip my hand under the sheets and marvel at how his eyes betray him and follow his movements almost hypnotically. I fight back with a grin.
"But what if I want to have an orgasm while I sleep?" I start trailing my hand up and down my bare stomach beneath the covers, allowing the goosebumps from the way he's watching me to fuel my arousal.
My nightie has ridden up to just below my breasts.
Gradually, gradually, I move endlessly lower until my fingers skim across my clit and my fingers delicately dunk into my trickling wet pussy while his eyes consume the white texture of the sheet where I'm speculating he can make out the development of my hand.
It's unbelievable that I'm doing this. The slick wetness causes my lips to part and a silent gasp escapes from them as I focus on trailing my hand up and down my slit as my eyes flutter shut.
Never have I been so soaked. I feel Aleejandro's eyes on me as I hear some shuffle from next to me.
I slowly turn my head to the side when I open my eyes, my breathing erratic as I connect with his gorgeous chocolate eyes in the dim light.
I gradually put my finger on my clit and it's the point at which I begin focusing on excruciatingly sluggish circles that my lips part and a heave leaves my lips.
"See?" While biting my bottom lip, I breathe. "I am aware of my actions." As he looks at me, Alejandro appears tortured.
His dark eyes trail slowly up to my face from my sheet-covered crotch, causing me to consider my own actions.
"Try not to make me repeat the same thing." I avoid listening to his low warning voice. I wet my lower lip and said, "Why don't you make me stop?" despite his threat to tell me to stop. I inhale, gradually flickering up at Alejandro.
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