Chapter 47 – thiago #2
Her touch slides lower and dips inside, her hips shifting back instinctively.
“You feel how wet you are for me?”
She nods, breathing harder.
“Tell me.”
“Yes. I’m fucking wet for you.”
“That’s my good girl.”
Her lips part at that, and I squeeze her ass.
“Now move your hand.”
She does, and I catch her wrist before she can pull away, guiding her fingers toward her mouth.
“Go on. Taste it.”
Her eyes lift to mine.
“Tell me how fucking good we are together.”
She closes her lips around her fingers and slowly pulls them clean. “So good.”
My grip firms around her wrist. “That’s what I wanted to hear.”
I lean over her until my chest presses against her back, my lips close to her ear.
“You know you never have to give me control just because you’re mine, right?”
Reaching back, she hooks an arm around my neck. “I know.”
“Then why do you?”
She turns her head toward me. “Because I choose to.” Her hold on me tightens against my neck. “I choose you.”
She chose me.
Knowing what I’m still hiding from her, I don’t deserve how fucking good those words feel.
Her hips press harder into me. “I can still be me and be yours, Thiago.”
“I know you can.”
“Good.” She smiles against my mouth. “Now eat your pussy already.”
I laugh and kiss the side of her neck.
“Did you think being yours meant I’d stop telling you what I want?”
“Not a fucking chance. I’d be disappointed if you did.”
“Then quit laughing and get to work.”
I straighten and give her ass a firm squeeze.
“Yes, ma’am,” I say, lowering myself between her legs again. This time, I don’t make her wait.
The first swipe of my tongue pulls a broken sound from her, and her palms flatten against the table as her body jolts toward me.
I anchor her at the waist as I give her exactly what she’s been demanding.
“Oh, fuck, Thiago…right there.”
My name sounds completely different now, stripped of every trace of impatience. I circle her clit, then close my mouth around it until her thighs tense beneath my touch. When I slide two fingers inside her, she pushes back against them.
I can still taste the faintest trace of last night mixed with her, and knowing part of me remains on her sends a hard pulse straight through my cock.
“You were right.” I drag my tongue over her again. “We taste so goddamn good together.”
Her arms begin to tremble, and she lowers herself onto her forearms, pressing her cheek against the table.
“That’s it, chama. Use my mouth. Take whatever you need from me.”
Her nails press into the wood as I flatten my tongue against her clit and curl my fingers deeper inside her. She tries to hold herself still, but it doesn’t last. Her hips roll back, and my fingers tighten around her thighs.
“Let your body have it.”
She does.
Remi gives in to the rhythm, rocking back against me and matching my pace. One hand lifts from the table and slaps back down against the wood as she grinds into my mouth.
Fuck breakfast. I could stay right here all morning.
When her movements turn erratic, I feel her pulse around me. “Thiago…Fuck, I’m coming.”
I grip her harder as every muscle in her body tenses. “Come for me, chama.”
Her cry breaks against the tabletop, and I hold her through every shudder until the tension starts to leave her. For a few breaths, she stays folded over the table, catching her breath while I kiss along her spine and let her come down.
She suddenly straightens. And just when I expect her to turn toward me, she slides off the edge of the table and drops to her knees.
I meet her eyes. That smug little smile is already back as she reaches for me.
“You didn’t think you were getting breakfast yet, did you?”
I laugh. “Not anymore.”
I’m so hard it fucking hurts, and seeing her on her knees for me doesn’t help.
Remi takes me in hand, her expression downright wicked as she holds my gaze.
I hook two fingers beneath her chin and tip her face higher.
Her cheeks are still flushed, strands of hair have escaped the messy knot on top of her head, and my torn T-shirt hangs open around her body. She looks like a fucking goddess kneeling in front of me, thoroughly fucked and somehow even more beautiful for it.
“Goddamn, fera. Look at you.”
A bead of precum gathers at the tip. Remi catches it with her thumb, circling it over the head before leaning in and chasing it with her tongue.
Her lips brush the metal as she traces the piercing, and I exhale through clenched teeth as she works her tongue along me before drawing me closer.
I cradle the back of her neck as the first suck makes my thighs flex.
She fucking loves this part, watching me lose every ounce of composure I was so proud of five minutes ago.
Remi draws away until only the tip rests between her lips, then wraps her hand around the base and strokes me slowly while keeping her attention there.
I swear she knows exactly how long to keep me there before taking more.
Each time she sinks lower, she holds me for a beat before easing up again, her gaze never leaving mine. Then she changes the pace again, alternating between teasing strokes of her hand and the warm pull of her mouth until sitting still becomes a fucking challenge.
“And you were worried about the damn eggs.” Her eyes crease at the corners.
“Don’t worry, fera. By the time we get back to breakfast, we’ll both be well-fed.”
That earns me another smile before she takes me farther. My abdomen draws taut, and I close my eyes, breathing through the pleasure building low in my spine.
“I’m close.”
Remi braces a hand against my thigh and sinks lower.
“Oh, God, Remi.”
When I open my eyes, tears glisten at the corners of hers, her lips swollen as she pulls away, then takes me again.
Fuck, she’s beautiful.
I gather her hair in my fist, and she leans into my hold, guiding me forward until there’s no question about what she wants.
“That’s it, fera. Gag on it.”
Moving with her, I start slow. The tears finally spill over, tracking down her flushed cheeks.
“Fuck.”
She urges me on with another deliberate pull, and that’s all it takes to wreck me.
Bracing myself against the table, I give her a few rougher strokes until my body finally gives in. A groan tears from my chest as I come, still holding her hair while she takes every pulse.
Once my breathing begins to settle, she sits back on her calves. Remi swallows, wipes the corner of her mouth with her thumb, then looks up at me like she didn’t just completely fucking ruin me.
I can only stare as that smug smile of hers returns.
“What?”
I laugh, reach down, and bring her up onto my lap. “You are fucking unbelievable.”
“And you’re obsessed with me.” She loops her arms around my neck, and I kiss her.
“Completely, minha chama.”