Chapter 34 – Remi #2
He kisses me hard. Then he lines that pretty dick up with my entrance and eases in the tip, the metal of his piercing grazing sensitive skin and wiping every smart-ass thing I was about to say from my head.
My arms close around his shoulders as I take him in, slower than either of us probably wants because there’s nothing between us this time, just heat and skin and the overwhelming awareness of how different he feels without a barrier.
“Fuck,” I whisper against his mouth.
He’s barely halfway in, and already my thighs are straining around his waist.
Thiago stops moving, giving me room to adjust while his hands hold me securely beneath my thighs.
“You okay?”
“Yeah.” I shift my hips, taking another inch as my grip firms around his shoulders. “You’re just fucking huge.”
He laughs against my cheek. “You knew that already.”
“Knowing and trying to fit all of you inside me are two very different things.”
Drawing in a slow breath, I roll my hips again. The stretch makes my toes curl against his back, but I keep going, easing myself farther down his length a little at a time.
Thiago doesn’t rush me. He stays still and lets me control how much I take, though the tension running through his arms tells me how much restraint it costs him.
“Fuck, fera,” he murmurs against my temple. “Watching you work for it is going to kill me.”
“Then stop being so damn big.”
“I’ll get right on that.”
I laugh, but it breaks into a moan when I shift again and manage another inch. Eventually, my body refuses to give me any more, leaving a small part of him still outside me.
I look down between us. “You have got to be fucking kidding me.”
He laughs.
“You don’t have to take all of me.”
“Wasn’t planning on giving up that easily.”
“Of course you weren’t.”
I give myself a few breaths to adjust, then deliberately tighten my muscles around him.
His fingers dig into my thighs. “Remi.”
I smile against his lips. “What?”
“You know what.”
I squeeze him again.
“Keep doing that and you’re going to make it very hard for me to take my time with you.”
“Who said I wanted you to?”
He pulls back just enough to make me feel every inch I worked so hard to take, then pushes forward again.
My head tips back, and I moan. “Fuck.”
He does it again, slowly at first, letting my body adjust to the movement instead of the fullness alone. The water ripples around us with every thrust, spilling over the edge of the ledge as I lock my ankles behind him.
His piercing feels different without the condom, adding another little spark every time his hips roll forward.
“Oh my God.”
Thiago’s mouth finds my neck. “Better than once?”
I grab a fistful of his wet hair and pull his head back. “Don’t ruin it.”
His laugh is low and breathless as he picks up the pace.
I cling to his shoulders as he fucks me against the ledge, each thrust pushing me right to the limit of what I can take without ever forcing me past it.
My body has finally adjusted enough that the stretch has turned into pure pleasure, and every time he pulls back, my hips follow, already wanting him deep again.
Thiago notices.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, watching my hips meet his. “Could barely take me two minutes ago, and now you don’t want to let me out.”
“Shut up and keep moving.”
Smoothing his hand up my back, he grips the nape of my neck.
“Gladly.” He drives into me harder, and the ledge scrapes faintly beneath my ass as the water sloshes around us.
The next thrust hits so deep my belly tightens and my thighs clamp around him.
“Fuck, fera. Take every fucking inch.” His grip shifts to my hip, holding me exactly where he wants me while I meet every thrust. “Tell me how it feels.”
I open my mouth to answer, but he gives me no chance to speak before my teeth sink into his shoulder instead. His hand slides into my wet hair, pulling my head back just enough to expose my neck.
“Use your words, baby.”
“You feel fucking incredible.”
His mouth brushes my ear. “Better without the condom?”
“Yes.”
“How much better?”
I drag my nails down his back as he thrusts again. “So much fucking better.”
“That’s my girl.”
He kisses beneath my jaw and watches my face. “You like feeling all of me like this?”
“Yes,” I whimper.
“Then take what you can. I’m not giving you anything your body doesn’t want.”
I hook my ankles behind him and pull him closer. “My body wants plenty.”
His laugh turns into a groan when I squeeze around him again.
“Yeah,” he rasps. “I can fucking tell.”
He drives into me again, deeper this time, and I cry out louder than I mean to.
“Thiago, you fuck me so good. So damn good.”
“That’s it.” His hand cups the back of my neck while his other arm stays locked beneath my thigh. “Let me hear what taking this dick actually does to you.”
I bury my face against his shoulder again, but he pulls me back to look at me.
“No hiding, fera.”
His hips keep a steady rhythm, each thrust dragging that damn piercing over the spot that has my legs trembling around him.
“You’re so fucking annoying.”
“And you’re squeezing the life out of my cock while you tell me that.”
I would argue, but he rolls his hips differently and the words disappear beneath a moan.
Thiago kisses me hard, swallowing the sound while his hand slides down my back and grips my ass.
“Much better.”
His thumb traces slowly along the curve, and his mouth brushes mine. “One day, you’re going to let me have you another way.”
My breath hitches when his finger pushes against the tight rim of muscles.
“You tell me when you’re ready,” he adds, voice dropping. “I’ll take my time with you, baby.”
The promise burns deep in my belly. God, I want that.
Apparently, my face gives me away because a smug smile spreads across his mouth.
I swipe it away with my thumb. “Keep talking and I’m biting you again.”
“Promise?”
I sink my teeth into the side of his neck. His groan vibrates against my mouth, and the next thrust makes my thighs jerk around his hips.
“Caralho, você é minha*.” He kisses me. “You have no idea how good you feel wrapped around me with nothing between us.”
My stomach flutters. My Portuguese is nowhere near good enough to catch everything Thiago says when he slips into it, but I know enough to recognize that “minha” means mine.
He means the condom. I know he means the fucking condom. But hearing him call me his while we’re skin to skin makes that explanation feel a little too convenient.
I pull him closer, impossibly closer, wanting every inch my body will let me have.
Thiago responds with a powerful thrust that draws a moan from me and sends water spilling over the edge and onto the terrace.
“More. Give me more.”
His palm slides up my side and closes around my breast as he settles into a faster rhythm. “That piercing feels different without the condom, doesn’t it?”
I dig my nails into his shoulders when the metal drags across me again. “You already know it does.”
“I want to hear you say it.”
“I fucking love it.”
His lips brush my ear. “Good, because feeling you like this is fucking with my head.”
The words make my hips roll to meet him. “Then we’re even.”
He keeps moving, and the control he’s been holding on to starts to slip. The change in him is immediate as his breathing turns rougher against my mouth and his hold on me grows firmer while the water churns violently around our bodies.
“Fuck, fera.”
“Thiago…”
A deafening boom splits the night before I can say anything else, and I jolt in his arms.
“What the fuck?”