Chapter Forty Eight #3
“You have all of me.” The truth of his words hit me all at once, along with the knowledge that I haven’t done anything to earn him.
I reach for the hem of his t-shirt anyway, tugging it upwards.
His arms lift without question as I pull the fabric over his head and toss it aside.
My fingers press lightly against his skin, tracing over him like I’m the careful one now, like I need to memorize this moment before it slips away.
Thi watches me the whole time, his features soft and open, allowing me to explore at my leisure.
“You’re too good to me,” I murmur quietly. It’s not a compliment. It’s a confession.
“I’m exactly what you deserve, and vice versa.
Você é meu corac?o.” I don’t know what that means, and although I disagree, I allow Thiago to pull me down alongside him.
Maybe it’s because I’ve already been reckless with my body.
Maybe it’s because there’s a void inside that is also begging to be filled.
Or maybe it’s because Thiago always knows how to save me.
In every instance, he is right there, ready to smooth away the ache without a trace of judgement.
The world beyond this room disappears. There’s no urgency, no need to prove anything to anyone.
Simply the quiet exchange of hands that linger and lips that find each other time and again.
Thi’s touch worships me, fingertips brushing along my skin with a tenderness that I never want to end.
I mirror him, tracing the lines of his shoulders, the warmth of his chest beneath my palms, studying the way he breathes.
Every kiss is just as slow as the last, as if we’re building something that’s never been created before.
It hasn’t, not for me and I’m certain not for Thiago either.
A foundation that relies entirely on trust and quiet understanding.
I let myself sink into it fully, consumed by him until I feel the stirring in my core.
I need to deepen our connection, to tie us even closer together.
Shifting, I tug down Thi’s sweats and raise a brow at his hardness.
“I didn’t know if going slow would do it for you,” I mask my surprise, freeing his legs of the material. As soon as I rise back up the bed, Thi sits up and draws my lip down with his thumb.
“You do it for me,” he replies huskily. His blue eyes are blown with desire and heat, the truth of his words written all over his face.
“If you haven’t noticed, everything about you drives me insane.
I’m always painfully hard when you’re around, always yearning for you to look at me, to be with me, to touch me.
” I inhale as glassiness coats my vision.
If Thiago wasn’t holding my bottom lip, it would wobble.
Seeming to sense this, he smiles as he releases me.
“I know you think I don’t get anything out of this relationship, but trust me Amorzinha, I get everything I could ever need and want. Você é meu corac?o,” he repeats, putting an open palm over my left breast. “You are my heart.”
His hand rests warmly over my heart, his thumb brushing absent-minded circles against my skin.
The hitch in my breath betrays the way my chest is clenching just beneath the surface, my mind yelling at me not to cry.
Do not cry whilst naked with this beautiful man in my bed.
Battling against my own will, my fingers only shake slightly as I trail them lazily up his arm, following the lines of muscle there.
We remained there, tangled together in our own bubble of intimacy.
“You never asked me, you know?” I tilt my head, gently pushing Thi’s shoulders down until he’s lying flat. Lifting a leg over his hips, I straddle him as he watches with open attentiveness. “To be your girlfriend. You didn’t officially ask.” Thiago’s eyes glint, his head nodding without hesitation.
“You’re right. I’ve never been great at boundaries, or doing things the right way.” I huff out a quiet laugh, my hand drifting over his abs to trace idle patterns.
“So…are you going to ask me now?” I pretend to be coy.
There’s nothing shy about sitting naked on a solid cock that’s brushing against the roughness another has left behind, but we’re not thinking about Everest right now.
This moment is all about Thiago, who studies me for a second, then shakes his head.
“Not yet. I should do it properly.” This earns him a huge, genuine smile. Warmth of another kind radiates through me, pulsing like a lifeline that has awakened the darkest parts of my soul.
“Okay, Thiago.” Done with words, I reach between us to wrap my hand around his solid shaft.
Thi bucks into my touch, his tongue slipping out to lick his lips.
Neither of us rushes, our quiet breathing filling the room with meaningful seclusion.
I’m still slick with the evidence of what someone else started, but I don’t shy away from lifting my hips high into the air.
Lining him up with my entrance, I pause long enough to note how Thi’s eyes are hooded, his jaw somewhat strained.
This man loves me. He truly loves me. I smile, my heart fit to explode in my chest. As I sink down onto my second cock of the day, all I can think is, my mother would have a therapist’s field day with this.