Chapter 31 Beyond the Line - Chapter 2
Henrique
Short enough to kill my appetite the moment I sat down at the table.
And the trouble was, she noticed it.
But now... now she was all grown up. And there were no more excuses.
Black. Delicate. Damn.
"Would you care for some wine?" I inquired, striving to maintain a steady voice.
"I would." She responded with a smile, reaching out with her glass.
Her lips touching the crystal, her slender fingers grasping the base of the glass, the way her neck extended when she threw her head back to laugh at some silly thing I had said.
And those eyes of hers.
Her eyes were aware.
"The food is terrific." she remarked, dabbing a bit of sauce from the corner of her mouth.
I yearned to be there, on that tongue. Between those lips. Within her.
"I know how to cook. You've always been pampered." I countered, placing the napkin on my lap to attempt to conceal my tension. But my trousers were not hiding much anymore.
"Pampered?" She arched her eyebrows. "Just because I know what I fancy?"
You know, yeah. I pondered. She knows what she desires.
And she's testing me. Seeing if I'll buckle under pressure.
But deep down, she was aware. And I knew that she was aware.
Once we were done eating, she rose with a dramatic sigh and began gathering the dishes.
"Planning on taking a shower?" she inquired, as she cleaned one of the glasses.
"In a while," I responded, my gaze focused on her back.
Her dress was low-cut at the back. I could see the curve of her lower back, the end of her spine... the exposed skin that stopped just above her backside. What on earth was going on?
When did she start wearing such attire around me?
I wanted her to feel what she was doing to me.
I left the bathroom door slightly ajar. Not out of negligence. As a provocation.
I leaned against the shower wall, breathing heavily, my erect cock in my hand, pulsating. And I thought of her.
I bit down on my lip, squeezing it harder. The images flashed before me — her lounging on the couch, her at the dinner table, her kneeling before me, those big eyes staring into mine as if I were the only man in existence.
I was teetering on the edge of climax when I heard the sound of footsteps.
Lia.
There. Right at the threshold of the open door.
Still aroused.
I swung open the bathroom door, and there she was.
Stunned.
The glow from the hallway light laid everything bare.
"Lia," I managed, my voice coming out more hoarse than I intended.
She didn't avert her gaze. She didn't utter a word.
And she didn't seem the slightest bit remorseful for her stare.
We stayed like this for moments that felt like an eternity. The entire world came to a halt.
"A bit lost, are you?" I asked, inching slightly closer.
She gradually lifted her gaze until it locked with mine.
"I came for water," she replied, her voice lacking conviction. It was barely a whisper. "The door was ajar…"
So you chose to take a peek?
She bit her lip, not responding, but not denying it either.
I moved closer. I could feel the heat from her body, the sweet scent she always wore. And her chest was rising and falling rapidly, from nerves... or excitement.
"You know this isn't right," I whispered, unable to mask the desire in my voice.
"I know," he replied. "But what we share... isn't either."
Damn it.
I moved in closer until our bodies were pressed together. The towel was still in place, but the tension was not.
"Do you understand what you're getting into, Lia?"
"Are you sure about what you want to do?"
I needed her to voice it.
"Speak up, Lia. Let it out."
"I think about you, Henrique. Every time I touch myself. When I'm alone."
"When I lie down. When I look at myself in the mirror. I've never seen you as just a brother."
The towel slipped off.
And there was no going back.
She averted her gaze once more, and a sigh slipped from her lips as she saw my erect cock, unabashedly exposed. Her hand moved without hesitation, touching me slowly, as if she had done so a thousand times in her mind.
Then why is it so difficult for me to understand you?
She was kneeling there, in the hallway.
And when her warm mouth took me in, when I felt her tongue caressing me, I knew: I was done for. Completely. Utterly.
For Lia.
That girl who grew up alongside me.
That woman who was now pleasuring me as if every second counted.
I yearned for more. So much more.