All Yours

XXII

LORENZO

God, I can't sleep knowing she's just a mere few inches to the left of me.

And to add to it, she's only in my shirt and panties without a fucking bra. I could tell just from how her nipples peaked when I exited the bathroom.

She can deny it all she wants but her attraction for me is very much present in her mind, she just doesn't want to admit it.

I hear rustling beside me and I see that she has thrown both pillows from the stupid pillow wall onto the floor as she spreads her body onto the mattress.

I watch her with fascination, watching her chest rise up and down peacefully and watch her as her nose twitches here and there like a rabbit.

After a couple minutes she scoots even closer to me and throws her left leg over mine.

My body goes into overdrive now that I can see my shirt riding up her legs and just knowing on the other side of her is just her underwear is making me very hard.

My cock strains as she throws her arm around my chest holding me tightly almost as if she's afraid she'll let go. If she woke up right now and happened to see the position we're in she'd have a heart attack, go to the hospital and have another one there.

I find myself wrapping my arms around her as well, squeezing her impossibly closer, afraid I'll let go too.

I hear her peacefully sigh in contemptment as she nuzzles her head into my neck breathing in my scent. After a couple agonizing hours, I can finally peacefully sleep.

~~

The next morning starts way too fucking early and I groan out loud as the jet lag is already starting to hit me.

I look down and see Aurora deeply sleeping on my chest. We moved throughout the night and she's practically on top of me; her head resting on my chest, right underneath my chin while her arms cling onto mine.

Our legs are tangled together and I almost want to cancel the meeting for today and just stay like this forever. But I can't.

And I know she'd go into shock if she woke up to this scene. So, I carefully peel her arms off of me and try to slide my legs out of her tangled mess and walk to the bathroom.

After brushing, washing my face, and dressing, I walk out to the room and see her sitting up on the pillows with her phone in her hand. How can someone look so beautiful after just waking up?

She looks at me uneasily and opens her mouth and tries to form her words. "How did I end up on this side?" She looks around her and locks her eyes on the pillows on the floor. "And how did my pillow wall end up on the floor?"

I just give her a shrug and lightly chuckle, walking towards my suitcase. She gets up from the bed and grabs her toiletry bag and clothes with a permanent shocked look on her face.

After around ten minutes, she walks out of the bathroom with a blush pink blouse on with black trousers and white heels. So beautiful.

"You look beautiful," I say, hypnotized by her effortless beauty. She eyes me suspiciously before muttering a quiet, "thanks," and grabs her purse.