- My pretty... Pretty... Little Alex...
Goren was completely drunk.
He kept talking nonsense.
Eames was trying to carry him to the couch, but he wasn't making it easy for him.
- I know what you want... He burst out laughing. To sleep with me.
Eames blushed violently at this hint.
Damn it...
Couldn't he shut up for five minutes, instead of talking nonsense.
It was annoying in the end.
She managed to reach the couch.
She settled him down, and stepped aside.
He grabbed her by the wrist, preventing her from backing away, pulled her towards him, and brought his lips close to her ear, brushed it.
- A little kiss.
Goren put his lips on her cheek, kissed her.
Eames was startled, and moved away, all red, with his hand on her cheek.
- You're very pretty when you blush.
Eames threw him a black look.
What made him explode with laughter.
Damn...
He was hellish.
And that laugh...
Just as annoying.
What was wrong with Goren's behavior?
She had to find a way to sober him up.
Yes, that was a good idea.
Get some water.
She headed for the kitchen, but felt a hand slap her buttocks.
She turned crimson.
Had she been dreaming...
He hadn't dared.
And yet...
That giggle she heard, confirmed to her that he had done that.
- A very nice little ass... That I love to look at when your back is turned.
Eames stopped as if forbidden.
He burst out laughing.
Goren wouldn't do that...
He wouldn't dare.
And yet...
That laughter...
A violent anger was rising in her.
She had to contain herself, he was drunk, and didn't know what he was talking about.
- I've been wanting to do this for so long.
Eames, red with anger, turned and walked towards him.
- Not happy my pretty.
She stopped in front of him, straight as a line, and raised her hand, lowering it to his face.
That was all Goren deserved, a slap.
He was out of line.
She had been patient, very kind, but there were limits.
Goren grabbed her wrist, stopping her movement, just before taking a slap.
He drew it against him, and took possession of its lips with ardour.
Eames put his hand on his chest, trying to move away.
But he wrapped his arm around her waist, tightened it against him.
- Now that I have you... Her voice was husky, vibrating with desire. I'm not letting you go... Mi amor...
Goren deepened his kiss, forcing his way through her teeth, and intertwined their tongues in a frenzied dance.
Eames was trying to get out, to push him away.
But little by little his body reacted.
He let his fingers roam on his body.
Alex posed his hands on his, stopping him, shaking his head in sign of negation.
- But I want you...
At his words, Eames stopped, as if forbidden.
Had she heard him right...
He wanted her...
It was like a child having a tantrum and begging you with his eyes to give in to him.
- My Alex... He looked at her with his brown eyes begging. Please... Let me touch you...
Alex was not to give in.
It shouldn't...
And it shouldn't happen.
He was her partner, her best friend.
If they jumped the gun, nothing would ever be the same again, and they would break their beautiful friendship.
And she didn't want that.
Goren withdrew his hands of Alex, and posed one of it on one of her small centres, which it took with full grip.
Alex, all red, screamed in surprise.
My God…
He had dared to put his hand on...
And worse, he was taking it in his hand.
Why didn't he stop...
She had made him understand that it was not.
So why?
She had never seen him so enterprising.
The alcohol had to play its role.
- Perfect this small breast... His voice was hot, sensual. I love looking inside your cleavage.
Eames flared up, his crotch reacting to her words.
- Bobby... You mustn't...
Goren put a finger to her lips, silencing her.
- Shh... And let yourself go...
He slid his hand to her crotch, dipped it in her shorts, and buried his fingers inside her panties, caressing her little pink button.
- You're all wet... You want me... Like I want you...
Eames blushed violently, putting his hand on hers, trying to stop him, and shaking his head in denial.
- Liar.
Eames wanted to stop it, but he did not listen to it only to his head, increasing the speed of his caress.
Her body did not answer him any more, she reacted to this caress, biting her lip, and moved her crotch, moaning.
Goren was getting more and more inflamed.
To hear her moan, made him lose his mind.
- Yes, mi amor... Let yourself go... Her heart was vibrating with desire. And come... I want to hear you...
He grabbed her by the neck, brought her face closer to his, took possession of her lips with ardor, intertwining their tongues in a frenzied dance.
It accelerated the caress on its small pink button, all wet.
She felt to leave.
She arched her back and screamed.
With its cry, Goren was all set on fire.
He grabbed her by the waist, rocked her under him on the sofa, removing with speed her clothes.
Alex looked at him to make, its large hazel eyes shining of desire.
Goren was struggling with the closure of her bra, grimacing, and raging.
- He grumbled even more, under the look of an amused Alex. I'm going to have to rip it off.
Oh no...
Anything but that.
He wasn't going to rip her underwear anyway.
She put her hands on his, stopping him.
- I'll do it...
Goren let go, and watched as she unclasped her bra, which gave way, revealing perfect little breasts.
She threw her bra on the floor, under a Goren who did not leave her eyes.
My God...
She had perfect breasts.
- Now it's your turn.
Had he heard right...
She wanted him to be naked...
He blushed violently, looking away, not daring to look at her.
- But...
Oh no...
It was too easy.
He had been warming her up all evening, and when it was time to get naked, he played the prudes.
- Very well...
She brought her hands to his shirt, unbuttoned it with haste, and with her other hand, opened the buckle of the belt of his pants.
He watched her do it, not daring to move.
Her fingers touching, and brushing his skin, inflamed him.
She threw his shirt to the ground, followed by his pants, and his underwear.
- Now... Let's pick up where we left off.
Eames wanted to feel Goren's naked body, against her naked skin.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist, and pulled him to her.
She took possession of his lips, rolling their tongues together in a frenzied dance.
Damn it...
He would never have thought that Eames reacted with so much ardor, and audacity.
And he loved it.
She moved her lips away from his, to approach his ear, brushed it.
- What are you waiting for to take me...
Goren blushed violently at her words, his blood boiling violently in his veins.
- You really want it...
Alex nodded.
Then with an infinite softness, he spread his thighs, took his member in his hand, penetrated with slowness in his intimacy, and began the coming and going.
He moaned.
It was so good to be in her.
It was all he could think about for so long.
This restraining himself from touching her, from brushing her, at the risk of losing all control in him.
If he had known, he would have taken the chance instead.
- I've been dreaming of making love to you for so long. The tears came to his brown eyes, sliding down his cheeks. I've been dreaming about it...
Alex felt her heart clench at her tears.
She knew Goren was a very emotionally fragile person.
She never thought that making love with her could put him in this state.
Gently, she took his face in her hands, wiping the tears from her fingers.
- This is no longer a dream...
He lowered his face towards hers, took possession of her lips with an infinite delicacy, intertwining their tongues in a slow dance.
Goren grabbed her by the buttocks, pushing deeper his member in her, accelerating the rhythm.
Eames mad of desire, moaning under his assaults, felt herself leaving.
She arched the basin, and pushed her cry.
Cry which inflamed Goren even more.
He accelerated even more quickly the tempo.
- Mi amor...
He lost control, let out his scream, and released his seed into her.
He put his head on Alex's small breasts, and burst into tears.
- That was the best day of my life.
Alex felt her heart break into a thousand pieces.
Goren was too fragile...
Too emotional.
Gently, she wrapped her arms around his neck, cradling him.
She brought her hand to his ebony curls, caressed them.