Monsters in My Room III

I was perfectly content with the fact that I wouldn't be able to fall asleep as quickly. "Goodnight, Alejandro." I mumble delicately drawing nearer to rapidly peck him on the cheek and get once again to my spot, not giving him an opportunity to pull away. Fortunately, he doesn't say anything; instead, he just hums, "Night, Camila," with his eye closed. My heart bursts at the mere sound of it, a low, barely audible murmur. I lay there smiling like an idiot for what seems like an eternity, only to realize how absurd I am when I hear light snores coming from the man who is lying next to me. The most appealing and caring man lying close to me. Reluctantly, I peer up at him to see his lips marginally separated and his chest ascending with each consistent breath and before I can work myself out of it, I hurry nearer, until I'm lying close to him. I only pause to watch for any movement as I gently rest my head on the folded arm under his head. Mason and Ethan weren't good at cuddling. Consequently, they would frequently push me away or away from them while they were sleeping. But Alejandro stays still. I'm getting closer and closer until I'm almost buried in his side as his solid body stirs slightly. He doesn't move away nor does he fold his arms over me in his rest however the position and his body hear is adequately still to cause me to feel all warm inside. Warm enough for me to shut my eyes and fall asleep quickly. . . . The smell of new clothing cleanser blended in with a smidgen of cologne attacks my faculties as I mix, needing to breathe in some natural air. I'm pulled back into the warm fabric of Alejandro's shirt as he holds me against him, just like the last few times I tried to move, making it appear that the scent was all I had inhaled throughout the night. I open one eye and tilt my head upward, only to find the chin of Alejandro. Still an extremely alluring jawline. One that I have a desire to peck yet I don't. I open the two eyes, understanding that I'm up sooner than Alejandro, the arm that I laid my head on the previous evening has some way or another wound up embracing me to him as it folds over my shoulders, actually crunching me into his side. I grin as I lift my head and study Alejandro's face. His lips are separated and his head is tossed back as light wheezes slip from his delightful pink lips. lips that are all over my body and make me want to kiss them so badly. He was so stunning. As I look up at him and take this moment to appreciate his beauty, I raise my head to rest on his chest. I concluded that he had not yet shaved because he had light stubble covering his jaw. I was unable to choose if I enjoyed it when he shaved or had stubble yet he was alluring one way or another. As it lay across his forehead, his dark hair was messy. I buried my head in his chest and tried to sleep when I heard him move. Alejandro's murmuring occupies the room as he lethargically awakens, yet I keep my head covered in his chest, his hand folded over my shoulders keeping me to him making a difference. It's most likely to take in our position, I can tell by the slight lift in his head I feel. I can hear him murmur "What the fu-" in a thick, raspy voice before he sighs and drops his head. I needed to grin at how he still couldn't seem to push me off him. I basically felt him move my hair out of his face as his hand delicately started scouring all over my back. "Camila..." He mumbles and I have the desire to grip my legs as the profound thunder of Alejamdro's imposing morning voice sounds in my ears. It was so sensual and rough at the same time. To calm down, I have to bury my head even deeper in his chest and inhale his many scent. What I would allow this man to do to me. He raises his hand, cradles his fingers in my scalp, and continues to yell my name in an effort to wake me up. He stops and starts poking my back as I hum contentedly because I still don't want to wake up. "Camila. Wake up." He murmurs, and I reluctantly lift my head from his chest to look at him with a sluggish smile on my lips. One of them, I knew he couldn't be mad at because it was so cute and everyone's weakness. "Morning." I murmur covering my mouth with my palm for I was scared I had terrible morning breath. As he turns to look down at me, his eyebrows furrow in disbelief. He has the cutest face. "What's going on with you?" I gaze toward him, my voice actually stifled by my palm. "Morning Breath." As he puts his head back on the pillow, he chuckles through his nose with a light chuckle. I refuse to move unless absolutely necessary as I remain pressed against his chest. Today would have been an extraordinary day and it was all a result of the news I had determined from our night together. Alejandro was a good cuddler by nature. "Is it safe to say that you will get off and allow me to get up?" As humor covers his low voice, he hums and pokes me once more. I roll off of him reluctantly and stretch. "I slept wonderfully, and I don't know about you." As he gets up to check his phone before going to the bathroom, I yawn as I watch. He takes a moment to look back at me and nods in thought. "Better believe it, I rested pretty well, as well." I shaft up at him. "Really? Perhaps we ought to repeat it." I offer, veiling the expectation in my voice as I sit up kneeling down. With a light laugh, Alejandro strolls into his restroom prior to closing the entryway. I consider staying in his room until he finishes, but when I hear the shower start, I decide against it. I didn't want to get too carried away or sound too strong. So hesitantly, I get up and make his bed, prior to passing on to my space to prepare for my Sunday meanwhile pondered how it'd resemble to awaken in his arms regular. Would we jointly brush our teeth while making silly faces? Would he carry me to the shower if I refused to get up because I was lazy? Could he allow me to shower with him? Could his hands foam cleanser all over my body blaming it so as to stroke my body in his enormous hands? Would he kiss me and push me up against the wall? Would he be kind to her? I attempt to shake the idea away as I get into the shower. The last thing I really wanted was to physically disappoint myself, particularly when the sum total of what I had was myself and the prospect of him. However, even I am unable to control the way my mind wanders as a single innocent thought develops into a series of scenarios that ignite my sinful thoughts. Perhaps it was off-base, however the sum of everything on my mind was Alejandro and my creative mind was very put resources into owning these dreams to return now. I ended up in the shower, against the wall, gasping as considerations of the attractive man taking me against his hot, harsh body overflowed my psyche. touching me in places no other man has, doing things to me that no one else has done. I would replay the way he would call me Principesa or say my name in that rich, deep voice. I would consider the manner in which his Italian pronunciation would get thicker when he was furious or attempting to convey an idea in English. I considered how it would sound to hear him gasp my name energetically in my ear as he beat into me. His grunts would be so deep, his groans would be so sexy, and his moans would sound so sensual. Sounds that I'd swallow if I were to put my mouth on his. I get so carried away that before I know it, I'm slumped on the shower floor, gasping and moaning as my orgasm spreads throughout my body and my fingers pick up speed on my clit. I had just experienced my very first orgasm. I had only ever played around with myself when I was sexy. I had never been able to have a full orgasm. Yet, not exclusively was the prospect of Alejandro enough to make them dribble and hankering to contact myself yet carrying myself to a climax was sufficient. I didn't realize how bad I was feeling until the euphoric feeling started to fade and the water started to wash away the remnants of my release. Within a week, my attraction to the man increased exponentially, which was risky given that he did not feel the same way. Yet.