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Giacomo

As Freud already said "it is not always the reason that governs our actions. Irrational impulses determine our thoughts, our dreams and our actions".

From the first moment I laid eyes on Ellen I knew something was wrong with me, after all she punched me in the face and I thought in that minute "man this woman must be a beast bed". I repudiated my thoughts and buried them in the depths of my being. I tried to govern myself by reason and hate her above all, because deep down I always knew that she destabilized something in me. She was rooted in my soul from the first minute that my eyes looked into hers. When I left her at home after the fight, I decided to prove to myself that she didn't matter. I arrived at the nightclub and surrounded myself with beautiful women. Only they all had some defect. Her hair was not stale like Ellen's, her lips were not like hers, the curves of their bodies didn't even compare to her. Hell. I cursed them all and finally chose one that seemed acceptable. At the time of the presentations, guess what? She was called Ellen. I don't know if it was punishment, plague or macumba. I turned my back and returned home dry, more frustrated than in my entire life. I decided to act with reason, to forget her for good and I swore that the next day I would find some woman and take her to bed. It could only be abstinence from sex, which has caused me hallucinations with her, since it she is in all my dreams and thoughts.

When Mark forced me to go to her house, I suspected he was in trouble. When I saw her in a babydoll in the room, I knew she was screwed. And when I took her in my arms and kissed her mouth, I was sure that I am in love. So I make room for my irrational impulses and abandon reason. Her arm wraps around me as I lift her off the floor, as if she needs to hold on to keep from falling and getting hurt. A simple gesture that shows all her fear, the fear of breaking. I lift her ass and caress her lips gently and kiss her again. I can feel the pulsations in our bodies as I carry her up the stairs to her room, which I don't even know.

- where is your room?

- over there ...- she murmurs breathlessly, pointing to a door on the right. At long strides I carry her, barely seeing what was left behind, ecstatic. When I find her room, I place another hot kiss on her lips, place her on the bed and lean over her body. She looks reluctant.

- What was it baby? - I ask with my lips close to her ear, already enjoying and nibbling lightly on her ear.

- I don't have sex for sex Giacomo ...

-shhhh- I stop her words by covering her lips with my fingers- and I don't make love by having sex baby- I answer without believing that those words came out of my mouth. -I found you very attractive with that black Babydoll, it seemed the seduction itself. - Finally i remove her Babydoll leaving her with only a black lingerie, I nibble her nipple still covered by the bra fabric, that was very good.

Then I kiss her and all doubts dissipate. My hands go down over her body, dominating her. I slowly start to take off her bra with one hand and with the other I begin to draw contours on her breast, with my tongue hot and wet. A deep tremor takes me when I suck on one of her nipples.

- I still hate you and I haven't forgotten that I have cellulite- her husky voice tells me.

- I know you hate me- I put my hand down her belly, approaching her panties and she lets out a sigh - you hate that, don't you? - I caress her intimacy over the black panties.

- yes i ha ...- she can't finish the sentence, and moans, while my nimble fingers open her panties - if our hatred always ends like this, I promise to hate you forever- I tell her, she stared at me full of desire. Biting her luscious lips ... I close my eyes and hold my breath and slide my fingers into the source of her desire.

- Giii- she whispered desperately.

- You are beautiful, perfect heart, sculpted to be unique, much more incredible than in my dreams - I say without looking away and already taking off my pants.

-have you been dreaming about me?- she asks with a mischievous look.

- every day- then, without any pants, I lie on her and losing all control that I had left, I own her and she surrenders.

Ellen

Words cease, with no space for them, our moans and breaths as the only sounds to be heard. I took advantage of the moment and started to open the buttons on his shirt, revealing a beautiful breastplate. I dropped my hand and saw his vision ... WHAT MAN! WHAT MAN! He was wearing a white boxer, I bent down to stand at a favorable height and licked the entire length of Apollo's path and went down the underwear that revealed something I longed to see and wow ... What size was that all? Ignoring any kind of thought, I went back to work with my tongue, with one hand I moved precise ways to stimulate him and with my tongue I licked the head of his penis that throbbed in my hand circulated. He murmured a few words as I started to make movements with my mouth that could only reach halfway as the size did not allow me to go further. His hands held my hair and I was getting more and more excited and crazy to feel him inside me too, but it didn't take long and he pushed me away.

-What's it? - I ask looking into his eyes I could see that they burned with desire it was like looking into the eyes of a wild animal. But so romantic

-Now, it's my turn. - He spoke hoarse and pulled me to the bed, he pushes me away, and without waiting he opened my legs and tears my panties with fury, that was so sexy that I groaned. He kissed each side of my thighs, his hand went over my already wet sex making me shiver, and he stuck two fingers in my entrance I arch my back and scratch his broad back with my big nails I felt his finger coming out and coming in very slowly it was excruciating and at the same time pleasurable.

He runs his tongue over my clit and I let out a loud moan, he knows how to do a good job, when I was almost there he noticed that I was about to come then stoped and returned his lips to my mouth in a wild kiss. I feel him penetrating me at once and I cross my legs around his hips as he moved into me, my body was in a mixture of sensations that made me roll my eyes. I changed places getting on top, and I rode him, he roared and spoke some dirty words that only made me more excited than I already was. I started to feel that soon I would reach my maximum and he was also very close, I moved faster and he squeezed my thighs so tightly that it made me crazy, so I did, which in time I didn't feel that wonderful feeling that made me scream with pleasure.

-I can't take it anymore ... ohh...ohh...

-Ellen , I'm trying to remember if at some other time in my life I wanted a woman so much. Nothing comes to mind. His hands seem to be everywhere on my body, touching me, scratching me. The desire governing our senses and feelings, our emotions. Delighted by the intensity and intoxicated by the looks.

Giacomo

Then, as if in a perfect fit, I heard her scream my name and burst with pleasure at the same moment. Shattering the sunlight to pieces, with the certainty that it will only be remade at the junction of the two. At that moment I knew that I would never be the same with anyone else, since perfection cannot be achieved. As I tried to catch my breath and get her off me, I knew I would need her for much, much more.

- heart we are in trouble - I said still looking for the missing air.

- why?

- because we are going to have to hate each other much, much more often. She laughs at the comments. I lie at her side and we look at the ceiling.

- Giacomo, do you think this can work?

- what baby.?

- the two of us together. Without a condom, fuel and fire.

- if we always end up like this in bed, I think it can work very well.

-Gi, did you compare me to the other thousands you've already taken to bed?- She asks, turning her face and looking at me.

- there are things that cannot be compared- I answered with all the sincerity of my heart. Her eyes filled with sadness and they shone with tears. I was lost, without understanding.

- they were much better of course. Very experienced - she replied dryly. Then I understood her hurt. She understood the opposite.

- not. You got it wrong, kid. There is no comparison with you. With you it was perfect and unique. Why do you get hurt like that?-I stroke her hair and pull her close in a hug.

- it's complicated to be with you. I don't know what is real and what is not.

- look me in the eye and say that what you felt, what just happened wasn't real? If you are not able to answer that question, I will do it all over again, until you understand that it was not just desire, that there was much more involved.

- I don't know how to answer that question and maybe I don't know the answer for the next ten- she says, already putting herself on top of me and kissing me.

And there we go to another sex of people who hate each other.