Stop, Thiago, an inner voice was telling me.
“Why are you telling me this?” she asked.
Because I want you more than anything in this world.“You wanted to know.”
“I guess I shouldn’t have asked.” Her voice was soft as she looked away briefly. “Did I really mean so much to you way back when?”
It took me a second to understand that she was referring to the letter. “Kam, you still mean that much to me.”
“I do?” She seemed surprised.
I pulled myself up and couldn’t help but tuck a lock of blond hair behind her ear. She trembled even from such a simple touch, and I wished she were mine. “Did you really not know that?” I asked.
“You hated me just a few weeks ago.”
“I can hate you and want you at the same time.”
“Do you still hate me?” she asked, blinking in confusion.
Her lips were hardly an inch from my face, and the urge to kiss her was practically irresistible. “I’ll hate you as long as I’m not the one to tell you good night, pick you up at your front door, kiss your lips, or touch you until you come…”
“Thiago, please.” She put a hand over my mouth to keep me from talking.
“Kam, you better not touch me because if you do, we’ll fuck things up.” But it was too late, we couldn’t stop. I held her wrist where it was and then ran the tip of my tongue gently over her delicate skin, scratching her with my stubble. I tugged her hand toward my mouth ever so slightly, kissing my way up her arm, past her elbow. We looked at each other for a few seconds, and it felt like hours had gone by, hours during which she was conflicted and I was trying not to let myself think about anything except her, there with me, in my bed. She slowly lay down next to me, and I took it as an invitation. My kisses continued up her sweet, tender neck, where I could feel the blood pumping in her veins beneath her caramel skin.
“Thiago…” she exhaled slowly.
“Let me touch you. Please,” I begged. I would throw myself at her feet if I had to, I didn’t care. “It’ll stay between us. I promise.”
She closed her eyes. That had to mean yes.
I moved on top of her, pressing the length of our bodies together. Then I buried my head in her neck, slowly covering herin kisses, like I’d been wanting to do ever since that time in my car. Eventually, when I reached her breasts, I bit her nipples through her costume.
“Did I mention to you how amazing you look in this stupid outfit?”
“What, you want me to cheer for you now?” she joked.
“Shh,” I said, pulling up her shirt to kiss her belly button.
She grabbed my hand and started sucking my fingers. “I could suck something else if you like,” she said.
I couldn’t believe it. But when I looked up, I could see the lust in her eyes. She pushed me back, I stood up, and soon she was on her knees before me. I thought she was joking, but her hand was in my pants now and I couldn’t turn back… She challenged me with her gaze, and I was happy to let her have her way. She was touching me, stroking me. I put my hand on top of hers and stroked myself too. She bit her lip and leaned in.
“Wait,” I said. I needed to cherish this moment, needed to watch her wanting me. I knew I’d never get that image out of my head now, and I didn’t care anymore. She opened her mouth, and I put it in. Was I dreaming? I closed my eyes and cursed aloud as her tongue passed over the tip just before she took me all the way in.
“Fuuuuck,” I said, leaning my head back.
Then I opened my eyes. Nothing had ever turned me on so much. And I’d never get this image out of my head. We locked eyes, and I knew this would become another chapter in the book of Kam and Thiago. Our story had started long ago, but the question now was: Where would it go from here? Would there be a climax and a resolution? Or would it stay here, at the introduction?
I pushed her back and asked, “Where’d you learn to do that?”
Kam just smiled.
“Never mind,” I said immediately regretting the question. “I’d rather not know.”
I reached under her skirt and started touching her over her panties. Then I pushed the fabric aside, sliding my fingers in softly. She was wet, and my mouth started watering. She grabbed my wrist forcefully, and I couldn’t tell if she wanted me to stop or didn’t want to let me go. I slipped a finger in and out, and she moaned, and I could feel myself getting even harder. “You like that?” I asked.
“Mm-hm,” she said.
