CH.2
They moved and in five minutes they reached her home. "Is it here where you live?" he asked her frowning while they were getting inside. "Me and other two girls" she explained. "Those of tonight" he wanted to know. "No, others." she said. "It's small, simple but clean" she added while getting in as to justify herself.
They reached her room. She entered. He followed her closing the door back to him and leaning against it, watching her silently.
The moonlight came from the window giving the room silver nuances. She looked so pure and delicate.
"Shall I switch."
"No" his husky voice anticipated her. She turned and looked at him. She gulped. He was staring her serious in an unequivocal way, his eyes so dark.
"You always take first met guys at home?" he whispered approaching.
"I've never done it in my life" she told him so promptly and frank that it had to be true.
He posed his hands on her arms pushing her body against his one and stared her serious from under his long eyelash. She opened her mouth to say something but couldn't. She was mesmerized by him, his eyes, his lips. He bent against her and kissed her slowly sensually and she closed her eyes. It was like if a jolt of electricity passed through them and in a second, it was like if they'd never stopped from the moment they were on the dance floor.
He kissed her for long, passionately until both were breathless. She put her hands on his waist, took his t-shirt and lifted it up. He stared at her seriously and let her do it, helping her only when she reached his head. For a moment she couldn't help but stare at his perfect, powerful body. He was so.amazing. He undressed her, raising her small black dress.
He held her in his arms never stop to kiss her, enjoying the contact of their bodies one against the other. His arms fell from her shoulders and wrapped around her. Their kiss was deeper and more passionate than either of them had dared before. He lowered her back onto the pillows and climbed onto the bed to lay next to her. He ran his fingers along the outline of her face, then combed them through her hair. His eyes darkened of desire followed his hand in a slow caress along her body. She shivered under his touch.
"You're so.perfect" he whispered her. She blushed embarrassed and he kissed her deeply. Then his mouth slowly trailed down to her neck. She moaned softly and clang her hands to his shoulders at the feeling of his mouth on her skin. He continued his exploration down slowly along her body . She closed her eyes and rolled her head back at the sensations he was awaking inside her. It was.a delight.
She arched her back scratching lightly his arms: " Ooh." she moaned. His lips were so perfect, as he'd always know what could drive her crazy. She couldn't control her trembling as he caressed and teased her.
She hadn't realized she'd stopped breathing. With her eyes wide, she waited, unsure of what he'd
do next. He was so perfect and gentle and delicate.. Consumed in the passion, she hadn't realized she'd been calling his name. After a long moment, he began moving back up her body and as he rested above her, she ran her fingers over his chest still tingling, she was almost incoherent from his attentions.
His mouth came back on her and they kissed again deeply. She moved her hand down along his chest, caressing and exploring him as well as he'd done with her. He caught his breath at her light touch. "Mmh." he moaned on her lips. Couldn't no more resist he decided it was time to take her. She looked at him: his eyes half closed of desire stared at her from under his long eyelashes.
When they united, he felt her tense beneath him. "Shoulda told me" he whispered resting his forehead against her and holding, waiting that her pain faded. "It's ok" she murmured after a moment and with her hands she took his face to kiss him passionately. He knew she was lying but there was no way to go back. She wiggled against him and he knew she was better now, so he loved her.
He was much more physically stronger and obviously more experienced, he could have overpowered her easily, but on the contrary, he was incredibly gentle and held her paying attention as she was the most delicate flower. She rolled her head back as the passion between them increased. The pleasure of her was indescribable. He could hear his name being murmured in his ear. He had his arms tight about her, there was no way he could let her go. The strength of those sensations began to overwhelm her and she pushed her face into his shoulder, he buried his in her hair, he groaned her name as he reached the ecstasy, shuddering as her tiny fingers danced along his spine.
He laid there for what seemed an eternity, his arms still locked around her, taking in the scent of her hair while recovering a few of his senses. It had been special. She was breathless, shaken, empty of all her strengths. She'd never imagined it could be so beautiful.
They panted hard, their mind lost in the big moment they'd ever lived before. They didn't talk, not wanting to break the magic moment. He rolled onto his back and held her in his arms. He caressed her hairs, softly moving his hand down to the delicate pale skin of her back.
He took a cigarette in his hand and was going to enlighten it but then, looked at her, leaned on his chest, closed eyes, so relaxed and he put it down. His hand caressed her arm. He posed a light kiss on the soft cloud of her perfumed hairs, then closed his eyes and slowly felt asleep.
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They moved and in five minutes they reached her home. "Is it here where you live?" he asked her frowning while they were getting inside. "Me and other two girls" she explained. "Those of tonight" he wanted to know. "No, others." she said. "It's small, simple but clean" she added while getting in as to justify herself.
They reached her room. She entered. He followed her closing the door back to him and leaning against it, watching her silently.
The moonlight came from the window giving the room silver nuances. She looked so pure and delicate.
"Shall I switch."
"No" his husky voice anticipated her. She turned and looked at him. She gulped. He was staring her serious in an unequivocal way, his eyes so dark.
"You always take first met guys at home?" he whispered approaching.
"I've never done it in my life" she told him so promptly and frank that it had to be true.
He posed his hands on her arms pushing her body against his one and stared her serious from under his long eyelash. She opened her mouth to say something but couldn't. She was mesmerized by him, his eyes, his lips. He bent against her and kissed her slowly sensually and she closed her eyes. It was like if a jolt of electricity passed through them and in a second, it was like if they'd never stopped from the moment they were on the dance floor.
He kissed her for long, passionately until both were breathless. She put her hands on his waist, took his t-shirt and lifted it up. He stared at her seriously and let her do it, helping her only when she reached his head. For a moment she couldn't help but stare at his perfect, powerful body. He was so.amazing. He undressed her, raising her small black dress.
He held her in his arms never stop to kiss her, enjoying the contact of their bodies one against the other. His arms fell from her shoulders and wrapped around her. Their kiss was deeper and more passionate than either of them had dared before. He lowered her back onto the pillows and climbed onto the bed to lay next to her. He ran his fingers along the outline of her face, then combed them through her hair. His eyes darkened of desire followed his hand in a slow caress along her body. She shivered under his touch.
"You're so.perfect" he whispered her. She blushed embarrassed and he kissed her deeply. Then his mouth slowly trailed down to her neck. She moaned softly and clang her hands to his shoulders at the feeling of his mouth on her skin. He continued his exploration down slowly along her body . She closed her eyes and rolled her head back at the sensations he was awaking inside her. It was.a delight.
She arched her back scratching lightly his arms: " Ooh." she moaned. His lips were so perfect, as he'd always know what could drive her crazy. She couldn't control her trembling as he caressed and teased her.
She hadn't realized she'd stopped breathing. With her eyes wide, she waited, unsure of what he'd
do next. He was so perfect and gentle and delicate.. Consumed in the passion, she hadn't realized she'd been calling his name. After a long moment, he began moving back up her body and as he rested above her, she ran her fingers over his chest still tingling, she was almost incoherent from his attentions.
His mouth came back on her and they kissed again deeply. She moved her hand down along his chest, caressing and exploring him as well as he'd done with her. He caught his breath at her light touch. "Mmh." he moaned on her lips. Couldn't no more resist he decided it was time to take her. She looked at him: his eyes half closed of desire stared at her from under his long eyelashes.
When they united, he felt her tense beneath him. "Shoulda told me" he whispered resting his forehead against her and holding, waiting that her pain faded. "It's ok" she murmured after a moment and with her hands she took his face to kiss him passionately. He knew she was lying but there was no way to go back. She wiggled against him and he knew she was better now, so he loved her.
He was much more physically stronger and obviously more experienced, he could have overpowered her easily, but on the contrary, he was incredibly gentle and held her paying attention as she was the most delicate flower. She rolled her head back as the passion between them increased. The pleasure of her was indescribable. He could hear his name being murmured in his ear. He had his arms tight about her, there was no way he could let her go. The strength of those sensations began to overwhelm her and she pushed her face into his shoulder, he buried his in her hair, he groaned her name as he reached the ecstasy, shuddering as her tiny fingers danced along his spine.
He laid there for what seemed an eternity, his arms still locked around her, taking in the scent of her hair while recovering a few of his senses. It had been special. She was breathless, shaken, empty of all her strengths. She'd never imagined it could be so beautiful.
They panted hard, their mind lost in the big moment they'd ever lived before. They didn't talk, not wanting to break the magic moment. He rolled onto his back and held her in his arms. He caressed her hairs, softly moving his hand down to the delicate pale skin of her back.
He took a cigarette in his hand and was going to enlighten it but then, looked at her, leaned on his chest, closed eyes, so relaxed and he put it down. His hand caressed her arm. He posed a light kiss on the soft cloud of her perfumed hairs, then closed his eyes and slowly felt asleep.
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