Chapter 19 #3
I locked the door behind me, then started toward the bed, tripping over something and nearly bashing my head against the nightstand. I managed to recover and crawl into Tiago’s arms, which tightened around me.
“Are the lights all off?” he asked.
“Yep.”
“You do realize you can put them on, right? I barely notice these days.”
I huffed and kissed the side of his neck. “Yes, but I like being in the dark with you. It’s cozy.” I nestled deeper into his grasp. “Also, I think dinner’s going to be ready soon.”
Tiago rumbled something against me, then dropped back against the pillows. “Can we go down to the beach first? I want you to get some photos of the stars.”
My brows furrowed. “Yeah, of course. It’s probably dark enough to get some. But…why?”
He sighed. “Because I want to see them in your camera. I don’t know how much of a chance I’ll get after this trip. Today was bad for me. Really bad. I feel like…I don’t know. I don’t want to miss a single opportunity.”
My chest ached for him, but I tried not to let it show. Instead, I ran my hands down his chest, feeling his muscles, which had gone a bit soft now that he wasn’t working out so much. I really liked the shape of him.
“Mm. Keep that up and I’m going to have a problem,” he murmured.
“Yeah, uh…that’s not a problem. That’s a promise.”
He laughed and shifted us so we were on our sides, my back to his front. His fingers began to run from my neck down my arms, then over my stomach, where he rucked up my shirt so he could get at my nipples.
“I should get more piercings,” I whispered, trying not to moan too loudly as he began to play with them.
“I would like that,” Tiago said. “Always had a thing for guys with metal in their skin.”
I let him have at me for a while, my dick going harder and harder in the cotton panties I’d chosen that morning. I moved against him, restless and needy but not in any real hurry to get anywhere.
“Can I touch you?” Tiago asked.
“Yes. Also, I have something to tell you. A good something,” I added when he stiffened.
His hand slipped beneath my waistband, and then he shoved my loose pants down toward my ankles and traced the shape of my dick through the cotton fabric. “So pretty.”
I preened against him as my dick started to dribble precome.
“What’s your news?” he asked when I got lost in his attention.
“Oh. I got that rental. I have the door code and everything, so after dinner, we can head over there. It’s, like, three houses down, so we don’t need to drive.”
“Really?”
I hummed and nodded, rocking my hips against him as he pressed the heel of his palm to my length. I could feel the head of my dick pushing through the foreskin. “I need you to touch me right now. Can you do that for me?”
“Anything you want.”
I liked that promise. I wanted him to give me forever. I wanted him to lean in and tell me that this would never be over. That he’d never hurt me the way my ex did. That I never had to be afraid again.
That I deserved to have something like a happily ever after.
But I didn’t. Instead, I sucked in a breath when he drew my dick out and squeezed his hand around it.
“Comme ca?”
I knew that phrase, and it made my cheeks heat up. “Yeah. Like that. Now harder. And faster. Be a good boy and make me come in the next two minutes, and I will make it very worth your while.”
He took that as a personal challenge, it seemed, because suddenly he was touching me all over, tugging at my nipple, biting my neck, rocking his dick against the curve of my ass as he stroked me exactly the way I liked.
I didn’t last a full minute. I had just enough time to tip my head back and let him take my soft cry into his mouth before I let go and made a mess of myself.
Tiago stroked me through it, tender and careful until I made a noise of protest, and then he sat up and took his shirt off and used that to clean me up.
“I have to do laundry anyway,” he said when I let out a noise of disgust.
Grinning, I slipped off the bed and shimmied my pants back up my legs and waited for him to find a shirt. I didn’t bother with the lights. I knew Tiago’s vision wasn’t entirely dark, but this was probably the closest I’d ever get to understand what it was like for him.
I could only see bits of him, a shadow moving around as his hands shuffled through his suitcase for a new shirt. He didn’t bother going for the bathroom. He just ran fingers through his hair, then turned toward me.
“How do I look?”
I snorted. “I still can’t see anything, babe.”
He moved past me and flicked the lights on, and I saw his shoulders sag. He took a moment, then turned toward me. “And now?”
“You look a bit fucked,” I said, walking closer to fix a few wild strands of hair. “But I’m happy for everyone to know that you’re mine.”
He bit his lip to hide a smile, then put his hands on my hips and stared into my face.
“Can you see me?”
“Yeah.” He dipped his head in and took a kiss, and I tried not to think about how one of these days, the answer was going to be no.
Would it change things? He liked how pretty I was, but he seemed to like it just fine in the dark with his hands all over me. So maybe it was all of me, and not just bits and pieces.