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Felipe and you had been dating for a few months, and he had been excited to accompany me on my swimsuit shopping trip. Being from Brazil, he was used to seeing women in all sorts of swimwear, but he had never been with someone who was shopping for a bikini for the first time - when he was younger, he just let his mom do all the summer buying for him.

You browsed through several stores, trying on different styles and colors, but nothing seemed to catch your eye, they were either too loose or too blunt. Then we came across a bright yellow polka dot bikini that looked both pretty and playful. You hesitated for a moment while the Brazilian’s soft brown eyes widened in surprise, it was perfect.

"That's...really small," you said hesitantly.

Drugovich rolled his eyes, giving you a kiss on your cheek. "It's a bikini, amor. They're supposed to be small."

You sighed loudly, okay, this one was going to try it out. As you put it on the revealing bikini, you felt self-conscious and shy. However, it fits like a dream, hugging your curves in all the right places, giving a beautiful vision of your ass and the size of the top was big enough to cover your nipples only. When you stepped out of the changing room, your cheeks turned bright red out of shame, on the other hand, Felipe’s eyes widened in surprise and admiration, but he didn't say anything to make me feel uncomfortable. He discreetly licked his lips, the sight of your almost naked body in front of him stirred his feelings - and another place too, which was already a little awake because of what the Brazilian's eyes were focused on. Drugovich stood, walking over to you and placing both hands on your hips, depositing small kisses on your shoulder.

“Gostosa. I won't be able to hold myself together every time I see you in that little bikini" Covering her with his own body, his hand moved down to her ass, squeezing it lightly.

"Take this one, please. I'll pay for it."

"You don't have to pay, I'll take it. It was the only one that looked good anyway... Even though it was too small for my taste."

"It's not too small, it shows everything I love about you..." He murmured against her skin, discreetly running his hand over the fabric that covered your core.

"We're in public, love."

"Then pay up and let's go."

In less than ten minutes you were dressed again, paid for the bikini, and already you were in the mall car park, him in the driver's seat, in a hurry to get home.

You deliberately left your legs more spread and the summer dress was already halfway down your thighs, which was making the driver crazy. He barely waited after parking the car, picking you up and rushing inside, where he laid your body against the sofa.

“Someone's desperate.”

“Sorry, amor… Just… seeing you in that very small bikini that hangs on your body so well made me all messy.”

“Oh and what do you want to do?”

“Have patience and you’ll see.”

Drugovich kissed you quickly, soon pulling your panties down and laying down on the sofa, pulling you to sit on his chest, hesitantly, you pulled your dress higher and moved your body towards his face, standing a little taller, afraid to suffocate him, yet as you felt his arms hooking around your thighs and making you sit down against his face, gave you more assurance.

A whimper escaped your lips when his tongue lapped against your clit, treating it well, giving all the attention you needed - the bikini situation had also left you horny, with the thought of being fucked by him wearing it. The feeling of his tongue working up against you was something outstanding - even more when he started to suck your core for a few seconds, making your legs shake in pleasure.

As you were getting closer and closer to your orgasm, slower his movements would be, like he was making some torture for you to be able to hold it for longer. However, as much as he wanted you to stay like that forever, your body was screaming for a release, so in a few minutes you were having an orgasm against his mouth.

With your worked out body, you pulled off and sat on his lap, seeing the bottom half of his face glistening because of you. Felipe cracked a smile, holding your waist.

“I can’t wait until you wear that bikini, I won’t be able to hold myself.”

The seconds ticked away, and so did any conscious thought. You kept on turning the pages, eyes glued to the words, completely forgetting the world around you.

Trees could have crashed in through your living room window, robbers could have walked in through your front door, your boyfriend could have burned down the kitchen. In that moment, nothing else mattered; only the apt description and the details of the story one could easily miss, hindering the reader from piecing everything together and getting to the conclusion before the climax.

But they didn't escape you, as slowly, everything fell into place. The riddles that had been laid out before you seemed like child's play; you felt like you were on top of the world, right there with the main character.

You went through the motions of turning the page, expecting the solution to everything to jump out at you in the next few pages, as a sigh tore you from your trance.

It sounded suspiciously like your precious, most treasured boyfriend.

And it, indeed, was.

"Since when have you been here?"

You asked him, putting the book aside and running your fingers through his curls, which you assumed you had been doing subconsciously since he laid his head down on your thigh.

He sounded a little drowsy when he spoke.

"Since almost an hour, I think."

Felipe yawned—had he been using your leg as a human pillow?

"You looked very comfortable, and I was tired from testing."

You smiled softly down at him, your eyes crinkling a little. Brushing your hands through his soft curls again and making him sigh in delight.

"Alright then, Querido, want to continue napping while I finish this? I'll promise to keep my hand occupied in your hair." Handsome

You didn't so much hear as feel Felipe's answer, as he nodded his head and pressed it a little further into your hand.

You continued reading for a little while, but the book somehow seemed less interesting now. Maybe because you had guessed the plot twist perfectly, and there was a handsome Brazilian napping on your thigh.

You closed the book and put it aside as quietly and well as you could with one hand. Intent on just watching how sleep softened Felipe's features to the near unbelievable.

As you stroked your hand over his head of fluffy hair, occasionally scratching the scalp, you thought to yourself: