When Eames arrived home she didn't know what to think. Bobby had kissed her so sweetly and then turned on her so fast. Her scalp was sore from where he pulled her hair, he didn't realize his own strength. She began to question did she realize her own. Eames felt she had let Bobby hypnotize her into a stupor. He was completely in control and all of his needs were being met. He turned her on and off like a faucet. Her resentment grew. The way he looked at her with his intense brown eyes made her feel like he could see into her mind, her past, her emotions. His gaze was enough to burn. She felt like he saw, some days she really wasn't as strong as she pretended to be. The stress from the job, plus life after Joe's death made Eames want to cry at night. But she didn't. She didn't allow herself.
Eames remained strong through it all. It was something she learned from her father, she picked it up in a small lesson he gave her about being a cop. He told her she would be working mostly with men and the only thing men respect or understand is strength. She took it to heart, never conveying any weakness while on the job or within her relationships with men. There was nothing you could throw at Alexandra Eames that she couldn't handle, with solid grace.
She lightly rubbed between her legs feeling the red lace panties Bobby had got for her. They were now totally dry but smelled uniquely like him. She didn't want to remove them. She felt a small sadness in her heart. She disliked when Goren withdrew from her. It was like at one moment, with one glance, he could look at her and they would feel so connected she could feel him inside of her skin and then others when he seemed a million miles away. His last words lingered on her mind, good girl.. she smiled to herself.
Goren arrived home filled with frustration. Eames had teased him. He could still taste her lips and now he was home, alone. His chest felt heavy and tight, he was semi-erect but every muscle in his body was wound. Flashes of Eames pink blouse. Flashes of Eames soft calves and delicate ankles. Flashes of her hair, and her mouth, and her waist, flashes of his hands gripping her ass, harder and harder, her moan, his breath, her skin. Goren couldn't focus. He picked up his cell phone.
Eames was startled as the phone on her kitchen wall rang. It was late, who would be calling? She picked up.
"Hello?" she said in her light but husky voice. She heard silence. She knew it was Goren. More silence. Finally, after she waited him out, he spoke,
"Eames." his voice was measured.
She waited for him to add. He didn't.
"Is something wrong?" she knew there probably wasn't but she couldn't think of anything better to say. She was beginning to feel uncomfortable about how quiet he had been lately. He cleared his throat, and spoke,
"I need to see you." he clenched his throat, he didn't want to be so direct or desperate, he knew ultimately it turned women off. His head was buzzing, his mind again flashing Eames bent over with the belt around her neck, Eames choking on him the rush he felt when she heaved around him, his own powerful orgasms, Eames was running his mind. He couldn't even think or hear if she had responded, he spoke again, this time is voice heavy with emotion.
"Eames. Open the door."
At first she didn't know what he meant, then she turned her direction towards her front door. She was still wearing her pink blouse and gray skirt from earlier. She opened the door, Goren was standing there, he was massive, he took up nearly the entire frame. She felt her insides flip at the sight of him. The look in his eyes, melted her defenses, he looked slightly ragged and tense, she wanted to relax him. She took his hand and pulled him inside. Her hands were so small inside of his, his heart was pounding. She led them to the couch keeping Bobby at an arms length. He sat down his eyes glued to her, neither one of them speaking. Goren crooked his neck and tried to regain composure. His heart rate slowed. He relaxed into his seat on her couch.
His eyes deepened and she felt the familiar lightness in her head that had come right before she let Bobby take her. She was truly hypnotized. Her resentment for his rough controlling ways dissapated. She felt completely open and willing to recieve him, in whatever capacity. His eyes flashed and he looked shy. He disliked that his arousal was so apparent, he didn't want her to think that was the only reason he came. He didn't like not speaking to her, he wanted to explain there was so much he wanted to say, he couldn't even get it out. A mountain of unexpressed thoughts and feelings craned on the tip of his tongue. Eames just wanted to be close to him. She hoped they could relax into eachother and let the days earlier events go.
Eames crawled onto his lap and curled up under him. She nuzzled her face in between his shoulder and jaw. She was attempting to create intimacy. He didn't move. She breathed lightly onto his neck and she felt his groin jerk against her in response. His neck pulled lightly. He slowly brought his hands over her hips and held her. This is nice, she thought. Goren's mind pulsed images of Eames in every capacity her knew her, his mind saw her crying, afraid, overjoyed, accomplished, surprised, interwoven with the curve of her hip, her small soft mouth, her throat, her breasts, her thighs, his hand punishing her skin, her cries. His breathing increased and he smelled her hair, his mind flashed to the scent of her panties, his member began to rage, he knew she could feel it. Eames tensed, knowing at any moment he could or would grab her, crush her, or tear into her.
Goren sensed her tension, it heightened his arousal, his self control was loosening, he leaned into Eames forhead trying to tip her head back with kisses. She obliged him and turned to give him better access to her mouth. His hands instinctively grabbed her waist as his lips first grazed her. He kissed her more delicately now than he had in the parking lot, yet Eames felt short of breath. Goren's hands were gripped tightly on her waist, she felt the pressure building in her ribs. His mouth pressed into hers softly, his tongue pressed gently underneath hers, they breathed eachother's breath as Eames began to pant, half gasping for air. Bobby was nearly crushing her waist, while still lingering the softest lightest kisses across her face and nose. His mouth and lips moved in slow motion over hers, dripping her soft kisses like honey. His hands were trembling as he gripped her and she felt him throbbing underneath her.He continued administering fragile breathless kisses. Goren attempted to speak but his words were breathless and noncoherent. She realized then how truly aroused he was. He began grinding his hips into her on his lap. His breath began to catch and he seemed as if he were about to choke. He ran his lips across Eames again and dug his fingers into her sides. He knew he had to release her soon, her body was tensing from the pain. He didn't want to let go. He gripped her tighter still placing soft kisses on her lips. He tried to hold his breath, hold his composure, his skin rushed at the realization of how tightly she was allowing him to hold her. He didn't want to let go, squeezing her harder still. Eames felt like she was going to burst or her ribs were going to cave in, but he continued to kiss her lovingly. She finally cried out as he broke her pain threshold. Goren let out something between a moan and a cough and relased her, immediately reaching to hug her gently, wrapping his arms around her protectively.
He laid her back on the couch, and her eyes stung with tears. He held her now, sweetly. Still placing slow kisses all over her face. Her insides trembled, what if he hadn't let me go. Her heart began to pump harder and she felt Bobby cuddling her in such a gentle and protective way. He lay next to her his erection at full force and confined uncomfortably in his pants. He knew she could feel him, Its okay. I'm only kissing her. His mind tried to block out that he had just nearly squeezed the life out of her. Eames began to build up a wall, he doesn't even give me a choice if i want to do this. She remembered how earlier in the day he just appeared in the ladies bathroom, one place women should be safe from men. She felt as if he didn't respect her. What man could respect a woman who would allow herself to be violated in the way she was her first night with Bobby. Her chest began to heave as she feared she may have ruined things with Bobby already by allowing him to treat her in such ways. She knew she had to be strong. She attempted to get up from the couch, Goren pressed her down by her stomach, she thought does he really have to control everything now, give him an inch and hes off and running.
His eyes flashed sheepishly and he lightened the pressure he applied to keep her on the couch. He leaned slowly into her, leaning to kiss her neck. He breathed in her scent and ran hot kisses behind her ear, his body writhing slowly but powerfully over hers, grinding his weight into her. Eames exhaled as she absorbed his body weight, he made her feel so small. He whispered into her ear.
"Are you still a good girl?" Eames nerves sat on edge at his use of the phrase, her head became light, she pressed her body into his now, matching his slow rythmic grind and enjoy his kisses and breath on her neck. She wanted to say yes but this time her pride couldn't let her. Goren sensed her hesitation. He thrust his hips into her causing her to gasp and she felt his hand upon her throat once more. He spoke into her hair,
"The greatest strength...is in submission," he kissed her gently now, still keeping his hold on her throat. "I've submitted to you...to my desires for you...why can't you?" She didn't say anything, and Goren bucked his hips into her again, he spoke a simple truth, "if it wasn't somewhere inside of you...it wouldn't have happened." She held her breath at this. He was right she knew, if just a look from his eyes could melt her into submission, something was there. Again, Goren had left her with little to say but nod her head, so many times, he said it all.
She lowered her eyes and decided if she had got him to kiss her, maybe she could touch him. She ran her hand quickly over his bulge, squeezing lightly through the fabric of his pants. His thighs hardened and he caught his breath in his throat. His hand met hers between his legs as he wrestled with her fingers for position over his erection. Eames realized he was trying to push her hand away. She swallowed her pride and decided if she were going to submit to this thing she was going to do it all the way, she held her breath and asked,
"Please?"
Bobby shuddered, his mind spinning wildly, he heard Eames whispering in his ear, her heavy breathing, flashes of her skin glistening with sweat, the blood running from her thighs, her delicate waist under his hands, her voice. He exhaled sharply as she tugged at him through his pants again.
"Please, what?" Goren managed.
"Please, Bobby, can I touch you?" Eames asked her voice barely a whisper. He didn't want to deny her. He also realized she had pulled back another small layer of herself, setting aside just a small amount of pride. He decided to match her again. He spoke honestly,
"Eames. If you touch me...I won't last.Your hands..." She interrupted him, unzipping his pants. His body tumbled. He couldn't protest, he continued kissing her lightly, trying not to overwhelm his senses, her hands worked quickly to get inside his underwear and within moments he felt her soft fingertips wrapping around his member. She tried to focus her attention on the head, like she noticed he had. His body responded, seeping sticky fluid into her fingers. His body seemed to have frozen, she enjoyed feeling a little bit of power over him as it seemed her touch had him paralyzed. She reached down to cup his balls, his stomach contracted in response and she heard his breathing turn into a pant. Her tiny hands felt amazing to Goren. His mind wiped clean and the only thing he was aware of was the sensation of her touching him. He had spent so many years, pleasuring himself, he almost forgot how good a woman's touch could be. She was more gentle and agile while stroking him, than his normal quick jerk-offs. Her touch created heat in his stomach and thighs. She ran her fingers up and down him more quickly and she heard him begin to moan. She hadn't noticed him making much noise in their earlier encounters and the sound of him in pleasure encouraged her to continue, heat rushing over her skin. Bobby's legs shook and he moaned now more clearly, Eames hand working double time to bring him to climax, gripping tightly around his base and increasing the pressure she applied with his hand as she neared his tip. His entire body trembled, words fell out of his mouth,
"Eames...so close...ahhh...I..." Goren felt himself snap, saying the random things people say when they are seconds from orgasm. She was pounding him now with her small hand, working vigourously over his length, his moans echoed in her ears and she felt his body jolting with pleasure, she didn't realize she could make him feel this way. She felt his testicles tighten and his cock jerk and then he was releasing into her hand with a sputtering groan. Every muscle in his body relaxed and he tried to catch his breath. Eames felt pleased with herself, she had brought him to climax in just a few minutes. Goren, shyly tucked his softening manhood back into his pants.
They lay on the couch with him holding her. Neither one of them spoke. Now this is intimacy, she thought. Goren held her for close to an hour before speaking, he wanted to say it, but his heart was pounding, he didn't know why, she had already said it to him. But he questioned to himself, could she really mean it the way he did? He decided to speak before the sound of his heartbeat covered his thoughts.
"I love you." he spoke quietly into the darkness. She didn't respond. Goren's heart pounded double time. He knew letting her touch him was a bad idea. He allowed her to see him weakened by her touch, she wouldn't respect him to dominate her now. He held his breath in the silence and then picked up on the sound of her snoring. She's asleep he felt somewhat relieved that at least he hadn't been rejected.