Page 42 of Thiago
She buried her fingers in his black hair and arched her back, forcing more of her breast into his mouth. He squeezed the other, his torturous caress making her bite down on her lip to keep from crying out loud.
India savored their lovemaking, but she wanted him inside her. She longed for the thrust of his deep possession. Sliding her hand inside his pants, she circled his thick length with one hand and caressed him with squeezing strokes.
A guttural sound hummed from his throat—a sound that let her know he was nearing the edge.
“Are you ready for me, India?” he rasped.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir.”
He groaned. Holding his erection in hand, he guided the tip to her entrance and thrust inside her. He filled her wet body, which stretched to accommodate him. Their coupling felt different this time. She couldn’t explain why, but the sensation of naked flesh against naked flesh was more than erotic. There was something… something deeper in the joining of their bodies.
But India didn’t want to think. She let her mind drift as Thiago plunged in and out of her. She wound her arms around the trunk of his body and lifted her gaze to the lights above while she concentrated on her pleasure.
Thiago’s fingers curled around her throat. He applied gentle pressure as his body moved inside hers. “Do not look away. Look at me,” he commanded, his voice rough and hoarse.
She met his gaze and matched his furious pace, unable to look away now he had demanded her attention.
“Good girl,” he whispered.
She held on tight, sinking her fingernails into his back, their bodies rocking together on the mattress in perfect sync. Then a tight sensation appeared in her lower belly.
“I’m coming,” India said in a trembling whisper.
The words barely left her mouth before another explosion—more intense than the one he’d given her with his mouth—roared through her body like a runaway freight train. As she contracted around his stiff flesh, the hand around her neck tightened, deepening her orgasm as she soared into the stratosphere.
Thiago’s entire body tensed, and he dropped his head to her shoulder, his roar of pleasure mingling with her cries as they tumbled into ecstasy together.
As India’s uneven breathing returned to normal, she noticed Thiago was still fully clothed. As for her, her dress was a crumpled mess around her hips, and she still wore her heels.
Slowly, Thiago lifted off her. “Do you see what happens when you deny me? I turn into an animal.”
Smiling, India lifted onto her elbows. “Water is wet.”
A devilish grin graced his sculpted lips. “Come here, let me help you get undressed.”
She pushed off the bed and stood in front of him, and he helped her out of her dress and shoes. His movements were careful, gentle, and solicitous. Compared to how he had moments before pounded her into the mattress with his hand around her throat, the contrast was almost comical.
Then she helped him undress, taking great pleasure in tossing his clothes into the dark corners of the room.
The second time they made love was slower, more sensual. Thiago commanded the pace. His movements were no longer frantic. He made love to her with gentle reverence, caressing her heated skin and licking her taut nipples. Their hands exploredeach other’s bodies, touching all the intimate places and pulling soft groans from each other’s vocal cords.
When he entered her, he slid in with devastating slowness, pushing her onto her stomach and forcing her shoulders low to keep her ass in the air. Her back arched deeply to take every inch of him. Gripping the pillows, she rocked in time with each of his thrusts.
“Oh god, Thiago,” India breathed, her voice muffled by the pillow.
She squeezed her eyes shut as he pushed his knees wider and spread her thighs for deeper penetration.
“You feel so good… incredible,” he whispered in a hoarse voice.
His fingers fastened like handcuffs around her wrists as he continued to drive into her with sensual, languid strokes. It was almost unbearable, and whenever she was close to coming, he purposely slowed down, extending her pleasure to the point of suffering.
She came again, with her ass in the air and Thiago’s hand at the back of her neck. This time, when she collapsed, she knew it was the end for her. She couldn’t possibly endure another orgasm tonight. He came right after, and soon they both fell asleep, his body curling around hers in the dark.
India woke much later, unaccustomed to Thiago spending the night. The arm thrown across her waist and his soft snoring must have cut her sleep short.
