He hardly ever smiles, a voice inside said. The rarer something is, the more you appreciate it.
“I have a few reservations,” Thiago said suddenly, looking to me for the answers.
“About what?”
“I don’t want to screw things up with you… I don’t want to rush it. We don’t have to do this now, we can wait and see how things go, how you end up feeling about Taylor…” I put my hand over his lips, not wanting his brother to cast a shadow over this moment.
“Shh,” I said, pulling him close. “Whatever you have to tell me, tell me with kisses.”
And that’s what he did.
He kissed me and… My God, what a good kisser!
He took his time—I remembered he’d always been that way. Even when we were little and got candy, Thiago would always save some for later, while Taylor and I would pig out.
You’ve got to dose it out, he used to say, and he would nibble his chocolate or lick his lollipop slowly. Sometimes he’d even wrap it back up and save it for later.That’s how you make it last, he’d say.
And that was how he did it with me.
And it drove me wild.
His mouth toyed with me, his hands undressed me, so slowly it felt like sweet torture.
I tried to tear off his clothes, I wanted a glimpse of his sculptured body, I wanted to kiss him all over, but he wouldn’t let me. He held my wrists with one hand while the other peeled away each of my layers, licking, biting, and kissing every last corner of my body.
Fully realizing where he was headed, I felt shy and hesitant, but at the same time, I was eager.
He started gently, kissing around me, getting closer, making me throb with pleasure. Then he reached my center and licked and kissed. I could feel his hot breath, and I thought I would literally die from it all. He was savoring me as if I were the most delicious fruit.
“I could stay here all night,” he whispered into me, taking me to the edge of orgasm. “Not yet,” he said, sitting back and pressing me into the mattress.
Outside, the snow had turned to rain, and the pitter-patter against the tin roof created an absurdly romantic mood inside the caravan. I never wanted to leave.
“Not yet?” I asked.
Did he know what he was doing to me? That he had transported me to another universe? Did he know how hard it was for me to even get there—how much it meant to be pushed that close to climax, only for it to slip away?
“You’ll come when I tell you to,” he said. I was so turned on by those words that when his tongue touched my clit again, it was like a bomb going off. Neither of us expected that, and once my scream had ended—that was the first time I’d ever come so hard, so it had been impossible not to scream—I felt as though something long trapped inside me had finally been set free. It set Thiago free as well. His reserve was gone—he was no longer the guy who saved his candy for later—no, he wanted something, and I could tell he wanted it now.
“I can’t believe you came,” he said in a gruff voice, not so much angry as frustrated. Meanwhile, he kept tearing off more layers of my clothing.
“Jesus, you’re like an onion,” he said, making me laugh as he stripped off my undershirt, then he pressed his palm into my lipsand confessed, “I need to fuck you, Kam.” This wasn’t anything to laugh at. He continued: “I need to fuck you for hours. Once or twice won’t be enough…”
“You’re ambitious,” I told him, feeling around for his erection and giving it a squeeze.
My God, he was so hard…
Now I was the one in control. He let me take over, and I moved slowly down until my mouth was nearly touching the tip. Then I licked, nibbled, kissed—I was trying to replicate what he’d done to me. But in seconds, he had sat upright, and with a wild look in his eyes, he commanded me, “Put it in your mouth.”
I didn’t hesitate. I was happy to do it. I had never been one to save anything for later.
I sucked on him as long as I could, bringing him to the verge of orgasm, but I knew if we went on like that, we’d never get around to the main event, and I needed to feel him inside me.
“I can’t take it anymore,” he said, reaching over to the nightstand and grabbing a condom, which I watched him slip on. I lay back, waiting for him to lay on top of me, but he surprised me by saying, “Get on all fours.”
I started to sit up, but he couldn’t wait, and he grabbed my waist and pulled me backward. I’d never done it that way, and I knew it would be new and different. Especially with him, because he was older, because he had experience, and because he had awakened something inside me no one ever had before: a hunger, an urge to feel pleasure with every fiber of my being.
When Danny and I had done it, it had been a disaster. With Taylor it had been nice, slow, pretty, romantic, but even then, I can’t say I was satisfied.
