Obsession

Chapter Fourteen - Quattordici

"Good morning, Angel," Ales sings as he enters the room. His hair appears damp Though to be honest my eyes weren't on his hair but on his naked torso. Ales stood there with only a towel wrapped around his waist. 

"How are you feeling this morning?" He tilts his head and watches me carefully. 

Was he talking about the murders or the fact I let him touch me in my most intimate areas? My cheeks flush from the thought alone. 

Ales opened his drawers and pulls out a shirt. "I thought I would take you out for breakfast before we head back to the manor." He slips the shirt on over his head. "Unless, of course, you wish to stay here for another day?" 

Is that what he wanted? Us to stay here! "What about Rico and Sofia?" I find myself asking. Wouldn't they be worried?

"I'll contact Rico, but only if I need to." 

I ran my hands down my face. I quite liked the silence this place offers. The manor is a beautiful place, and Ana is amazing, but there is always someone around and I just wasn't used to that lifestyle. 

"I would like to stay another day." Ales smiles and makes his way over to the bed. 

"I was hoping you would say that." His hand cups my face and kisses me. "I'll message Rico and order some food. Do you want to eat in bed, or in the kitchen?" 

"Kitchen," I tell him. "I just need to freshen up a bit." He nods and walks over and grabs his pants from the chair. 

"Help yourself to my clothes." 

I watch him as he leaves the room. My stomach flutters from the images of his naked torso. He clearly takes good care of his physique. I get up and make my way to the bathroom. The smell of Ales's body wash was still in the air. I turn on the shower and remove my clothes. The warmth of that water washes over my body. I flick open the cap of his body wash and bring it to my nose. 

The suds glide over my body, the way I wish for Ales's hand to. The sensual touch does not quite fulfill my desire. So I do the next best thing, I travel my hand lower. Feeling the heat of arousal on my fingers. They aren't his, they don't fill me; not like Alessandro's did. Maybe I should just...

"Angel." Think of the man and he shall appear. I quickly remove my fingers and wipe the condensation away from the glass. Ales stands there, leaning against the doorframe with a knowing smirk on his face. 

One of his brows lifts. "What were doing?" 

I turn away, unable to face him. My cheeks are tinged. He knew what I was doing. A cool breeze kisses my back as the shower door opens, and strong hands wrap around my waist pulling me out of the shower. Ales kisses the nape of my neck.

"I asked you a question!" He places a hand over mine and directs it down low. "Touch yourself!" He urges and holds my hand in place. "Show me what you want me to do to you." He loosens his hold on my hand. "Open your eyes." 

I do just that, and see Ales has us facing a mirror. My eyes stare into his. "You are everything I ever dreamed you would be." He hums against my ear. 

"Talk to me, Angel." 

I open my mouth, but words elude me. I've never needed to talk while I touched myself. What was there to say? Ales chuckles. "It's ok, Tessoro. I understand." 

He brushes the damp hair off my shoulder and kisses me softly. I lull my head to the side. "Don't close your eyes." 

Ales glide a hand up over my stomach until he cups my breast. His thumb lightly brushes over my now erected nipples. The touch sends waves of pleasure down my body. The warmth of his skin heats me from deep inside. 

"So beautiful," he hums against my ear. "Keep touching yourself," he orders. His eyes flicker down to where my hand resides, and a soft smile etches on his face. "You want me to do it for you, don't you?" 

I suck in my bottom lips. My teeth bite down, hard. Ales removes his hand from my breast and tugs at my lip. "If you want to bite down, bite on this." And sticks his thumb in my mouth. I don't have it in me to hurt him. So I refuse to bite this man's thumb. 

My tongue curls around the digit. I watch him as his face flickers through uncharted emotion. This is a bold move on my part. "You're playing a dangerous game, Angel," Ales warns. He presses his hips against my lower back. My eyes widen in shock. 

"Yes...I'm barely hanging on here."

He steps back, but not by much. "You can relax, Angel. Just enjoy this moment. The way I am." His eyes gleam with mischief. Before I could question what he was planning, I felt it. The penetration of his fingers invades my body. His tantalizing thumb glides over my clitoris. I'm lost in a world of bliss. Ales's breathing picks up. He is enjoying this just as much as I am. 

That's twice now.  Ales has touched me intimately, twice, and not once have I returned the favor. I lower my hands and cup the bulge on his pants. Ales's eyes briefly close, but when they reopen, I can see the desire burning inside them. 

"You're not ready for me, Amore," He declares. Judging from what I felt. Ales was right. There is no way, my body would be capable of harboring that beast. I am barely hanging on by a thread with his fingers alone. I stop palming the man and brace myself for the biggest climax I have ever felt. 

"Eyes open, Mia Amore," Ales whispers against my ear, and tugs my earlobes with his teeth. At that moment, I hit my all-time high. "That's my girl." 

Ales steps back and I brace myself on the vanity, gaining back some much-needed composure. He washes his hands and leans against the vanity. "Breakfast is here."

Ales reaches behind the door and grabs a robe from off the hook. He drapes the robe over me and gives me a chaste kiss on the lips. "I'll be out in a minute," he tells me as he ushers me out of the bathroom. 

Ales really went all out with breakfast. It was just the two of us, and here spread out on the table was a buffet for twenty. He couldn't possibly think I would eat all this. I'm not even that hungry. I decided to eat some eggs and a couple of rations of bacon. I then washed it down with some cold orange juice. Ales has still yet to emerge from the bathroom.

I should probably see if he is ok. I could hear him talking in the room. He sounded angry. I should probably leave him to it. He lowly sighs, and muttered the words, "fine. I'll deal with it soon."

"Is everything ok?" I ask once he ended the call. Ales spun around and plastered what I felt, was a fake smile on his face. 

"Peachy."