Chapter 28 – Thiago #2
Her hand slides around the back of my neck, fingers tangling into my hair as she pulls me down to her.
“Officer Braga, I want you to fuck me.”
I go still.
“Say that again.”
She drags her nails lightly over my scalp. “Officer Braga.”
Fuck.
“Say it again when I’m inside you.”
“Then get inside me.”
I kiss her hard and guide myself into her slowly. Her fingers find mine, and I lace them together, holding her hand against the couch.
I’m not even halfway in when she gasps against my shoulder, her entire body going rigid beneath me.
“Fuck…Thiago…wait.”
I stop immediately.
“I know.” I press my lips beneath her ear. “Breathe, baby. I’m not moving.”
Her fingers squeeze mine as she draws in a slow breath. I stay still, letting my lips travel along her throat until the tension in her thighs starts to ease and her grip on my hand loosens.
“Jesus, you’re fucking huge,” she mutters.
My mouth twitches against her skin. “You want me to stop?”
“No.” She carefully rolls her hips, taking a little more on her own. “Just give me a fucking minute.”
I laugh softly against her neck. “You’ve got it.”
She breathes through the movement, working herself farther down my length before pausing. Her nails press into my hand, but this time the tension leaves her faster.
I don’t move until she does.
Remi takes another inch, her thighs tightening around my waist. She exhales slowly, then turns her face toward mine and kisses me.
“More,” she murmurs against my mouth. “Give it to me.”
I press deeper. “Take it. It’s all yours.”
I’ve wanted to have this woman for so long, but wanting her and finally being inside her are two completely different things. Every time she moves beneath me, whatever control I thought I had over this gets harder to hold on to.
I’m already too far gone.
Remi breaks away. “Braga.”
There’s a warning in the way she says my name, but the smile on her lips tells a completely different story.
“What?”
“If you start being gentle with me now, I’m going to be really fucking disappointed.”
My hand slides up her throat as I drive into her harder, and her fingers clamp around mine with a sharp cry.
“Like that. God, just like that,” she breathes.
I bury my face against her neck, kissing and biting my way toward her shoulder as she matches every thrust with one of her own. Her free hand hooks around my neck, her nails scraping across my skin.
All I can think about is her. The sounds she makes, the way she feels around me, her tits bouncing with every thrust as she demands more, like there’s any fucking chance I could deny her.
I lift my gaze and take her in, wild and flushed beneath me, and that same possessive thought comes rushing back.
Mine.
Before she can guess what I’m about to do, I shift my weight, slip out, and flip her over. Remi gasps as she lands on her stomach and looks back at me over her shoulder.
“Hold on to the arm of the couch.”
Her eyebrows lift.
“Is that an order, Officer Braga?”
“Yeah, that’s a fucking order.”
Her lips curve as she reaches forward and wraps both hands around the arm of the sofa. “Then make it worth listening to.”
Fuck, she really does love pushing me.
I gather her hair into my fist and draw her head back toward me. That smile only widens. “You ever know when to quit?”
“Not when I’m having fun.”
I lean over her, bringing my mouth close to her ear. “Then hold on.”
Settling behind her, one hand still tangled in her hair, I slide my other arm around her waist and pull her back against my chest. A sharp inhale leaves her when I push inside, and I groan at the feel of her around me again.
She tightens her hold on the arm of the couch as I start moving.
“That all you’ve got, Officer Braga?”
I loosen my grip around her waist and guide her forward again until she’s braced against the couch. My palm comes down across her ass. Her entire body jolts as a startled moan slips from her, but that smile is still there when she glances over her shoulder.
“Was that supposed to scare me?”
I bend over her, bringing my mouth close to her ear. “No.”
“Good. Do it again.”
I give her exactly what she asked for.
Her reaction is completely different this time, half gasp and half moan. Her head dips, but when she looks back at me again, she’s still fucking smiling.
“You’re trouble,” I mutter.
“You like trouble.”
I fucking love this particular kind.
My hand slides around her waist as I press my lips to the back of her shoulder, trailing them toward her neck as she grows more restless beneath me.
There’s nothing left in my head except her. Every reaction drags me deeper into this. Every time she reaches for me or demands more, I want to give her everything I have until neither of us remembers why this was ever supposed to be a bad idea.
Her head turns toward me, searching for a kiss, and I meet her halfway. It’s messy and hungry, breaking when a moan slips between us.
“Don’t stop.”
“I’m not stopping.”
There’s no fucking chance I could. Not with her like this, pushing back against me and asking for more with every movement, so I wrap an arm around her waist as the rhythm between us builds, feeling the first tremors working through her.
She’s almost there, and realizing I’m right behind her makes it even harder to hold back.
This time, I want to come with her.
Her body tightens around me, and I curse against her shoulder.
“Oh fuck, Remi. Your pussy feels so fucking good.”
She pushes back against me with everything she has, meeting every thrust with the same intensity as she starts to unravel beneath me.
“Fuck, baby, I’m right there. Come on my cock. Come with me.”
Her fingers clamp around the couch as a cry breaks from her, her body pulsing around me as she comes.
That fucking does it.
My hips jerk against her as I follow, every muscle locking as I drop my head against her back.
I stay folded over her, chest pressed to her back while both of us fight to catch our breaths. Her fingers slowly loosen from the couch, and I press a kiss the damp skin beneath her ear. Whatever I thought one night with Remi would cure, I was dead fucking wrong.
I turn her over beneath me, and her eyebrow quirks when she realizes I have no intention of moving away. She’s still breathing hard when she looks up at me.
“What?”
I brush my thumb across her swollen bottom lip.
“I’m not done with you yet.”
* That’s it, fuck. Use my mouth.