Z A R A
The sound that just came out of me was a reaction from something that ruins a perfectly blissful moment, transitioning into something of a more confused and distasteful moment. I scramble backward, while Alejandro already has his shirt off, revealing his perfectly toned body. His belt is on the floor, but he pauses before completely slipping out of his pants, he's looking at me confused.
Why the hell is he confused?
"Alejandro... I... I don't want this, not now," I try to convince him, I hope my expression is weak enough, pouty enough, displeased enough to sway him.
"You're still refusing?" He asks with disappointment as if I owe him something... Do I?
I know he just helped me reach an addictively, wonderful climax, more than just a couple of times but... I don't owe him anything... I think.
