Page 118 of Anyone But the Superstar

I’m close. So close. I grind harder as I rock, chasing the heat, craving the release.

Just as the orgasm starts to gather, Felix flips me onto my back.

‘No.’ I draw out the word, sounding half petulant, half crazed. Because I am.

Felix answers my complaint by reaching over his shoulder and grabbing a fistful of his t-shirt, one handedly pulling it over his head.

I barely see the six-pack that usually has me so enraptured. ‘Felix.’ Shifting on the bed, I whine, the unreleased desire built inside of me stripping my ability to speak coherently.

Lifting one of my ankles, Felix pulls me closer to him, the silk of my robe pooled under me easing the way. ‘Ah,meu coração.’ He continues murmuring in Portuguese as he kisses and caresses first one leg, and then the other.

And while I’ve only learned a few basic phrases over our time apart, I don’t need a translation to know what he’s saying. To feel the difference between our past selves and now.

The want, desire, attraction – it’s all still there. But now, afterthe hurt, the apologies and the hard truths, there’s something more between us, something that at first seemed idle but now, as Felix’s lips reach the apex of my thighs only to bypass it for my belly, kissing my soft and panting skin, I see it for what it is.

Love.

This isn’t fleeting. This doesn’t need to be rushed. We have time.

Felix is loving me.

Tears blur my vision.

‘És tão bonita.’ He moves his mouth across my ribcage. ‘Meu amor.’ One hand slides up and down my leg. ‘Tão doce.’ His other palming my breast. ‘Tão deslumbrante.’ His tongue laves at my nipple. ‘Eu não te mereço.’

Even knowing what he’s doing, what he’s trying to show me, I can’t help but writhe on the bed, whimpering, my body near expiring from the passion he’s stoked.

Light touches, delicate kisses, a tease of tongue. The sounds coming from me are desperate and needy. As is the throbbing in my heart.

‘Come for me,meu amor.’ His mouth closes over the tight bud, pulling just as his other hand presses against my clit.

I do.

My mouth opens in a wide, soundless scream as sparks and waves collide inside me. My back arches, my heels dig into the mattress and my hands fist in his hair. I’m pulled tighter and tighter still until tears stream down my face, the strums of my pleasure breaking me.

Felix continues to kiss, soothe and love my body as I sob in the afterglow of my release. ‘Sentes o quanto te amo?’

I’m not sure what he’s asking. But I know what I want. ‘Yes.’ I find the strength to urge him over me. ‘More.’ Reaching my hands between us, I lower the waistband of his shorts.

His dick free, I revel at the soft skin pulled tight over his erection as I pump him up and down.

‘Merde.’ He grabs my forearm like he’s going to stop me but doesn’t do anything else, enjoying my handiwork.

‘Nightstand.’ My vague command is immediately followed as he reaches over and opens the drawer, taking out a condom.

He rips the packet open with his teeth and I take it from him, but don’t immediately put it on.

Up and down, then a soft tickle of my fingertips over his testicles – drawn high and tight – then back up to grasp his cock.

I do it again. Then again.

He drops his head, his groan deep and long, reverberating under my touch. ‘Is this payback?’

I smile, his recent confession and my orgasm making me feel powerful and playful. ‘Maybe.’

But when Felix raises his head, his eyes glittering darkly on mine, I realize my orgasm wasn’t the only thing Felix was holding back all this time.

In seconds, the condom is on and I’m lifted onto his lap.