Page 49 of Brazilian Revenge

She licked her lips. “Nice. Tilt your head to the side.”

His cock strained harder against his shorts. God. He hoped she was shooting him from his mid-section and above, otherwise that’d be embarrassing. Embarrassing? No. It’d be real. Honest.

She darted glances at the small screen then at him. A small smile played on her lips like she had insider’s information on a high-profile case and refused to share.

“Good job,” she said, and came to show him the pictures, but he couldn’t give a fuck about them.

He’d endured enough.

Impatient, he snatched her into his arms, and without any warning dipped his head and captured her lips with his. She gasped, but opened her mouth to accommodate him. Soon her tongue was following his head, her hands wrapping against his exposed torso.

She chuckled, a flush reddening her face, but didn’t fight him. She wanted him, too, didn’t she? And he was going to give her the one thing he found impossible to hold out.

“Come with me,” he said, stretching his hand to her. She took it in hers, and for the next few minutes no words were spoken. He guided her through the back area of the waterfall, and walked through knee-length grass. When he found an area shaded by trees, he slammed her against one of them. Moaning, she wrapped her legs around him.

“I don’t have condoms, but I-I can’t get pregnant anyway…”

Leonardo shut her up with a long, torturing kiss. His cock throbbed, desperate for relief. Was it wrong that he hadn’t even thought about birth control? That he just wanted to fuck her, fuck her until this crazy need disappeared?

He pulled her top up and fumbled with the bra. She helped him, opening the clasp, and her pert, gorgeous breasts bounced free for his tongue. She caressed his head while he lapped at her taut nipples, her fingers kneading his scalp and sensitizing his entire being. Pre-cum coated the tip of his cock.

“So good,” she whispered.

It was about to get better. He inserted a finger into her shorts, fumbling until it found the way into her underwear. She bucked against him, squirming, ready to be taken.

An electric current surged through him. Groaning, he thrust his finger into her sex that was drenched with desire. He found her bundle of nerves and flicked it, teased it, caressed it. She moaned against his lips, eyes semi closed, unruly hair covering part of her face.

“Fuck.” He pulled down his shorts and plunged himself inside her. She clenched around him, her walls clinging to him.

His cock throbbed, the blood rushing to the tip of his length. He slipped out just enough to thrust into her again. Hard. Deep.

She breathed in small pants, her hands scratching his shoulder blades. Squirming, she lifted her head and licked his lips. Her hot tongue traced them. Damn her.

Holding her head back, he continued to withdraw only to return to her sweet wetness again. Once. Twice. Three times. With each thrust she moaned louder, and he covered her mouth with his hand so people wouldn’t hear them. Then he realized as her body shook she was whimpering from pleasure. She grabbed him closer and nipped at his shoulder. The pain shot another level of awareness into his body, and he fucked her until he spilled himself into her.

A few seconds went by before any sounds around him even registered. All he found was peace and silence. A couple of parakeet birds were singing, and he heard voices from other tourists not too far away. Disengaging from her, he pulled his shorts up and stayed in front of her while she recomposed to ensure her privacy.

“What just happened?” she asked, her voice still coarse.

“I detoured,” he said. Just once. Just this once. The next day, he’d have her sign that damn contract. And all would go back to normal. “What was that about you not getting pregnant?”

She smoothed her hands over her shirt. “I can’t. During my emergency C-section, the doctor discovered my placenta was growing into the uterus. My uterus was tearing badly, and a hysterectomy was the only way to stop the severe bleeding. Even if I could carry another pregnancy, doctors would be against it because I also had eclampsia. It wouldn’t be fair to risk my life like that when I have one baby to take care of.”

“I understand. Did you take it hard?”

Her smile couldn’t disguise the sadness in her voice. “I’ve always wanted a big family. I didn’t have much time to really think about what not being able to have another baby meant. I have Lyanna, and especially because I lost her, I should be grateful.”

He cleared his throat, and nodded. “It’s okay to be sad about it. Doesn’t mean you don’t appreciate your life or Lyanna.”

She sniffed, and blinked a couple of times as if fighting tears. “I guess.”

He wanted to say there were other ways to form a family. She had been on one end of the adoption process, and she could be on the other, too. But that statement got trapped in his throat, and he ran his hand down his face, hoping to hide his own emotions. Wasn’t he a hypocrite to suggest she adopt a child when he wasn’t stepping up the way she wanted him to, the way she needed, as a man? She’d settled for living in Brazil so he could be a better father. She’d been proving over and over she deserved a man who cared for her in the deepest, most intimate level. One thing occurred to him. What if he had been the one who was unworthy? Unworthy…of her?

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