Anyone But the Superstar (Anyone But You #3)

Chapter 28

I had needed to talk to her. I had hoped to be forgiven. Even so, I hadn’t thought to acknowledge my want of being loved in return. It had seemed too much to ask. Of the universe. Of her.

So for all my waiting and rehearsing, I’m solely unprepared for the words when they come.

Taking advantage of my silence, Elizabeth pushes against my chest.

Eyes on hers, I stumble over the bathroom threshold, walking in reverse until my calves hit back into something and I trust fall on top of her bed.

Behind her, on either side of the bathroom door, are pictures. Elizabeth as a little girl, holding hands with her mother. Teen Elizabeth in between two suits – one smiling, one not. Recent Elizabeth, standing in a group surrounding Thomas and Alice in their wedding attire. Art awards, sketches – some framed, some not. Everywhere I look, there’s Elizabeth. The Elizabeth that was and the Elizabeth that is, crawling on top of me.

‘ Também te amo .’ Her smile the most beautiful thing in the room. A smile Michelangelo himself could not recreate .

Laying on her bed, in the middle of her room filled with memories, art and insights into the woman I love, I’m amazed all over again. ‘You learned Portuguese?’

She shrugs, her cheeks pinking. ‘A little.’

My eyes home in on the parting white fabric of her robe as she straddles me. ‘Your brothers are right.’

Her smile turns down as she tugs on one end of the robe’s silk belt. ‘My brothers?’

Swallowing, I have trouble finding the words as her skin, soft and toned, is revealed. ‘They said I don’t deserve you.’

‘They’re overprotective.’ She sounds like she’s rolling her eyes, but I wouldn’t know, too focused on her wet arousal hovering over my lap.

‘No. They’re right.’ In a daze, I lift one hand to touch her, then still, my mind faltering. ‘But don’t tell them that, okay?’

This time, I do see her roll her eyes. ‘I promise.’

My love is adorable. I touch my fingertip below her belly button, the skin pebbling with goosebumps at my light graze. My love is soft.

‘Oh.’ I pause again, my mind now inundated with all the things I never thought I’d get to say and do now that she’s forgiven me. ‘I want to take you to meet my mother.’

Her mouth drops. ‘Now?’ Her voice squeaks.

‘No, no.’ I drop my hand to my stomach and force my eyes to stay on hers, trying to concentrate. ‘Next week. When she gets out of rehab.’ I’ll book us both first class tickets. Her mother too. Maybe even her brothers.

‘Okay.’ She fidgets on my lap, making it very hard to keep my eyes above shoulder level and my mind on doing all the things I can to show her how much I love her. ‘We can have a big family dinner. Your mother said?—’

‘Felix.’ She presses both hands over my mouth, her eyes, once dazed with desire now hard and serious. ‘You said you loved me, right?’

I frown, wondering why she needs to ask when I’m in the middle of trying to prove it. ‘I do.’ My answer is muffled by her palms.

She nods. ‘Then stop talking about our families and show me you love me.’ My lips smile under her palms before she lifts them. Grabbing my hand on my stomach, she brings it between her legs, sighing when my fingertips meet her wet flesh.

Pressing firmly against her with one hand, I tip an imaginary cowboy hat with my other, my mind going back to that first night we had together. ‘Yes, ma’am.’

But this time, I’m going to make it worth her while. I’m going to drive her crazy with how much I love her.

I delve my fingers deeper inside, a whimper of relief passing her lips. Stroking, rubbing, petting, she grinds until her thighs begin to tense. Until her fingertips dig into my abs.

Just before she comes, I slip my fingers from inside her.

Her mouth opens with a sob.

Before she can glare at me again, I shift under her, placing the ridge of my cock just where she needs it before holding onto her hips. ‘Use me, meu cora??o .’ My fingers dig into her flesh to pull her forward an inch, then push back, setting the pace for her to climb. ‘ Assim mesmo, meu amor .’

She arches her back, her robes sliding off her shoulders, her breasts swaying with her movements. ‘So good.’

‘ Sim .’ I fight back a groan, worried that if I let go now, I’ll be too caught up in my own desire to fully show her how much I want her. Cherish her. Love her. ‘ T?o bom .’

Liz

Felix loves me.

Maybe that’s the reason my body feels electric. Feels hot and sensitive and so, so good right now.

Then again, it could be the workout shorts.

The thin, barely there material dampens with my arousal and generates just enough friction to tantalize my clit as I move back and forth over Felix’s long, hard cock.

‘ Minha querida .’ Felix palms my breasts, heavy with desire, squeezing them, easing the ache. ‘ Amo-te .’ His thumbs graze my nipples in a rough caress.

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 cora??o .’ 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, after the 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 t?o bonita .’ He moves his mouth across my ribcage. ‘ Meu amor .’ One hand slides up and down my leg. ‘ T?o doce .’ His other palming my breast. ‘ T?o deslumbrante .’ His tongue laves at my nipple. ‘ Eu n?o te mere?o .’

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.

In one powerful thrust, I’m impaled by his cock and shouting and shuddering with renewed pleasure.

‘Fuck.’ Felix wraps his arms around me, holding me tight against him.

‘Yes.’ I nod, my chin digging into his shoulder. ‘Yes. Fuck.’

Lifting on his haunches, he drops fast, impaling me over and over again. Whereas before he was slow and methodical, now he seems crazed and out of control.

I love it. I love him.

‘Wrap your legs around me, meu cora??o .’

I do it without thinking, still focusing on the radiating waves of pleasure building once more inside me .

Felix’s abs tighten as he lifts again, a smile that contradicts the aggressive passion I’ve unleashed. ‘I love you.’

He thrusts just as what he says registers and my next shout of pleasure comes between a smile of my own.

I’ve never done this before. I’ve never experienced mixing love with sex. Because I’ve never loved before.

It’s slow. Fast. Too close. Too far away. It’s safe and secure, yet terrifying.

It’s everything.

Digging my fingers into his back, I rock myself on him as he continues to thrust, his dick hitting my G-spot, his pelvis rubbing my clit.

He dips me back to pull my nipple between his lips.

‘Ahhh.’ I rock faster but I’ve lost my rhythm, the build-up too good to concentrate.

I bite my lips, claw his shoulders. But his pause in thrusting continues as he sucks, pleasuring my breast.

I whimper. He moves to the other breast.

Unhooking my leg, I place my heels on the mattress, trying for more leverage.

‘No.’ Felix stops me with a nibble. ‘Like this.’

‘But… I need…’ I try to bounce but can’t.

‘Shhh, meu amor .’ He blows cool air over my hardened nipples. ‘I’ve got you.’ He takes over, rocking me against him.

It’s good, so good. But not enough.

‘Felix, I need more.’ Fire licks at my clit. ‘I need you.’ Black dots shadow my vision. ‘ Please .’

‘Tell me.’ He dips me lower, his cock sliding farther out of me. ‘Tell me, meu doce .’

I don’t need to concentrate to understand the question, the words pour out of me as I reach the edge of the cliff he’s taken me to. ‘I love you.’ My voice breaks on a sob as I cling to him, my back hovering inches off the mattress. ‘I love you. I love you. I love?—’

Felix lifts me only to let me fall upon his dick, the pound breaking me. Ravages me.

I scream as I fall over the edge.

My mind blanks, my muscles tighten and spasm as Felix continues with hard and fast thrusts, chasing his own release. It seems like minutes; it could be seconds. Time is nothing but pleasure until Felix stills, pushing me down hard on his cock that’s deep and pulsing inside of me.

And when the pleasure subsides. When we’re lying on my bed, sweaty, chilled and spent. When it’s just the two of us basking in what we’ve said to each other with both our words and our bodies. I’ve never felt more loved in my life.