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We reached the underground car park of Thiago's penthouse and got out. Hand in hand we ran to the elevator and rode up to his apartment. Once there, he poured me a glass of wine and handed it to me. He himself took a glass of Whysky.

When I had drunk a few sips of the reddish liquid, I put my glass back on the counter and looked at Thiago. He watched me, his gaze burning into my body so intense was it. It was exactly this look that I had seen so many times before and made me fall silent.

I smiled slightly and broke the eye contact by looking down at the floor. Thiago slowly crept up to me and didn't take his eyes off me. Arriving in front of me, he put his hands on my cheek and gently stroked my lips with his thumb. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the touch.

"What are you doing to me Alea Miles" he whispered and I opened my eyes to look into his. Then he kissed me. First so tenderly and lightly, as if I were the most precious thing in the world for him and could break. But then the kiss intensified. I wrapped my hands around his neck and pulled him closer to me.

Thiago ran his hands over my body before picking me up. I immediately wrapped my legs around him and he carried me into his bedroom.

Arrived in the bedroom he put me on his bed and climbed over me. I buried my hands in his hair and we kissed again. Thiago ran his hands down my chest to my thigh and pulled up my dress. Then he gently kissed my chin down to my neck. He spread wispy, tender kisses and sucked on my skin...

He continued with his mouth and arrived at my breasts. He easily pulled the straps of my dress over my shoulder, exposing my breasts. "So perfect little one" mumbled rather taking my nipple into his mouth. I gasped audibly. It felt incredible to be so close to him again.

With his right hand he kneaded the free breast while sliding his left hand down to my thigh. Carefully he drove my hand further to my middle. "So wet for me Ms. Miles," he whispered between kisses.

Then he slipped a finger inside me and rubbed my clit with his thumb. Good heavens. I moaned out loud. Thiago picked up his pace and what can I say ? This man just knew how to make me cum in a minute. Fuck.

I screamed his name out loud before my body began to convulse, spasm and tremble. I had my climax. Thiago was so overwhelmed by my outburst that he couldn't hold back.

It took off its clothes in seconds while I was still recovering from my orgasm. Suddenly he grabbed me and rolled me onto my stomach so he had a perfect view of my butt. He roughly grabbed my butt cheeks and lifted them up so that he could penetrate me from behind.

But this position unexpectedly triggered something in me. Images immediately popped into my head. By Matt. How he grabbed my butt. Pushed me down and he wanted to enter me... from behind. Without realizing it, tears ran down my face. I was paralyzed. As if in a rigid state, unable to speak or move.

"Alea... Alea do you hear me?" Thiago gently stroked my back. Only now did I realize what had just happened. i was back I immediately jumped up and ran to the bathroom. I closed the door behind me and fell to the ground crying. Why Alea? Why did you have to destroy this beautiful moment. It's Thiago not mate.

I was angry. Angry at myself. For not being able to turn off my negative thoughts.

"Alea open the door" Thiago stood in front of the bathroom and wanted to go in. "Alea" he admonished me seriously. He was angry. Of course he was. "Al..." before he could finish I opened the door.

I sat huddled on the floor. Thiago knelt in front of me and lifted my chin. "Don't hide from me, will you?" He said. But I was uncomfortable.

"I didn't want that," I protested in a tearful voice. "I know. It was my fault. I should have remembered that this position evokes memories for starters," he spoke softly. "Come here" he whispered and pulled me to him.

I immediately wrapped my thin arms around his muscular shoulders. With ease he picked me up and put me to bed.

When I got there, I snuggled up to him and he put his arm around me. I breathed in his scent and listened to his heartbeat. He gently stroked my upper arm and gave me a kiss on your forehead.

Five minutes later he was asleep. However, I couldn't sleep. Fie situation stirred me up too much. Not only the memories but also the feeling of not being able to give him what he wanted. Satisfaction. Again he had to fall asleep with an aroused penis and didn't get a chance. And that too the night before his departure.

The thought seemed silly, but since we had never talked about us before, what it is between us and I don't know if he feels the same way about me as I do about him, created a great fear in me. Afraid he could get his satisfaction somewhere else. Fear that he didn't want to meet someone who is apparently still mentally unstable. As if I were more of a burden. And all these thoughts flood my head even though I'm lying in his arms.

Shit I'm totally addicted to him. Where has my self-confidence gone?

It was already 4am and I was finally able to fall asleep as fatigue finally took over and my brain shut down.

~

When I woke up the next morning it was already 9am. crap i overslept. The bed next to me was empty. Thiago had already left. Great. I immediately got dressed and grabbed my bag.

On the way to the lift, I checked my cell phone:

Thiago: Tomorrow little one, had to leave early for the airport. I 'll be back on Wednesday . Take my Mercedes. The key is on the kitchen counter. Thiago

Seriously he's giving me his car? His Mercedes? Hopefully he realizes that I would have to work for two years and that all of my wages would have to go into the car to be able to afford it. Nevertheless I smiled. He gives me his car. And I gratefully accepted. Because that meant that we would see each other again soon. And I swear to God I'm going to sleep with him and he'll be 100% happy.