Gently, Goren plunged his hand inside Eames' bra, pulled out her small, firm, well rounded breast that fit his hand perfectly, stroked and pinched the small nipple with his fingers.
-Oh Bobby... That's...
Good God...
Hearing Eames moan...
Made her lose all control.
But he had to...
He really had to get a grip on himself.
And above all...
Not to throw himself on her like a savage.
But it was very hard.
Eames was driving him crazy.
Crazy with desire for her.
In addition...
He wanted her pleasure first...
Before his own.
He wanted to hear her moan...
Shivering under his caresses...
Under his kisses.
Thinking of kisses...
Goren lowered his face to Eames' little breast, opened his lips, and took it in his mouth, nibbling, and licking her little nipple.
Crazy with desire, Eames moaned, clutching at her ebony curls, moving, and pressing her crotch against his member.
My God...
But it was that Eames was all hot.
Goren was losing even more control.
And it was getting hard to hold back from making her his right away.
If Eames didn't stop rubbing against his member...
It wouldn't be long before he exploded...
And cum in his underwear like a virgin.
Crazy with desire, and impatience, Goren brought the hands to the hips of Eames, and slipped them under the skirt of her dress, his fingers caressing and going up along her legs, and stopping at the level of her small panties, of which he took the fabric between his hands, making it slide gently.
As Goren's fingers moved up her legs and pulled her panties off, Eames realized what was happening.
She immediately came to her senses, mortified by what she was doing with Goren.
My God...
If she let Goren continue...
It would be too late.
And nothing would ever be the same again.
They would have broken up.
And that...
She couldn't allow that.
Eames had to stop him right away.
And stop him from going any further.
And even if her body still craved Goren's touch.
Regaining control of herself...
Eames put her hands on Goren's, stopping his movement.
- No Bobby... Stop.
At her words, Goren's heart stopped, as if forbidden, and he felt a great coldness rising in him.
That calmed his ardor.
Alex didn't want to.
Didn't want to anymore.
And yet...
She had reacted well.
He had not been blind...
Or deaf.
Eames had even been very enterprising.
So why did she want to stop it.
Eames wanted it as much...
As he wanted it.
What could have made her change her mind.
Did he go too fast.
Yes.
It could only be that.
Eames had to blame her for his lack of patience.
But it wasn't his fault.
How could he have remained unmoved with such a passionate woman in his arms.
Reluctantly, Goren pulled up Eames' panties, readjusted her bra, her little straps, and slid her to the floor, carefully folding the dress over her.
- Alex... why...
Eames shook her head in denial, and looked for the flowers Goren had given her, which must have been on the floor.
She had to dodge his questions.
Otherwise...
She was afraid he would find out the truth.
And that...
This was simply not possible.
- No question Bobby... The flower was nowhere to be found, much to Eames' regret. Please, Bobby.
No question...
And why.
Goren wanted to know why Eames had stopped everything...
When she had loved it.
He had not dreamed it.
Her little cries of pleasure...
Her moans.
The way she grabbed his hair.
Then why...
If they had continued what they were doing ...
Goren was sure he would have been in heaven.
And he would have died happy.
My God...
He had to get his act together.
Because although Eames wanted to stop everything...
What he had in his crotch was reacting too well.
And that if he listened to himself...
He would continue where he left off.
- Molly must be worried...
Pardon.
Why was Eames talking about Molly?
Could that be why she had stopped everything?
Goren wasn't sure.
He was sure that it hid something deeper.
But what...
In addition...
Eames was not wrong.
Even though his niece was with Logan and Barek, she had to start wondering where they had gone.
And they'd better join them.
Especially...
It would seem suspicious that it took them so long to reach them.
Eames walked over to Goren, took his hand in hers, intertwined his little fingers with hers.
- Eames pulled him gently, forcing him to follow her. Let's see if Molly has made any progress.
Goren pulled Eames against him, swung her around to face him, wrapped his arm around her waist, held her close, and lowered her face to his.
But Eames had understood what Goren was about to do.
So she brought her hand to her lips, stopped her gesture, shook her head in denial, a small amused smile on her lips.
- You know we shouldn't.
Name of God...
No.
He didn't want to hear that sentence.
For him nothing was impossible when it came to Eames.
Besides...
That little smile she was showing...
Gave him only one desire...
To devour her whole.
And what was that.
She had dodged his kiss.
While he...
He had only one desire...
To kiss her.
And pick up where they left off.
- I said not.
Good God...
Was she going to stop reading him like an open book.
He sulked, biting his lip, sulking, which made Eames laugh.
What a kid.
All because she refused him a kiss.
Goren had had more than a kiss earlier.
And if she hadn't stopped him...
They would have gone much further.
So why react like a sulky, temperamental kid.
Couldn't he be satisfied with what he had already gotten from her.
- Come on... Eames put her hand on Goren's arm, stepped gently away from him, and turned, resuming her steps, with a sulking Goren following her without saying anything. We'll join the others.
Reluctantly, and grumbling, Goren did not leave the basin of Eames of the eyes, followed obediently Eames, who guided him in direction of the boat.
Tonight...
He would make up for it.
And pick up where he left off.
Yes.
Eames was going to be his.