Goren lingered to remove Eames' skirt.
She slid slowly, Goren's fingers brushing the satiny skin of Eames' legs.
Eames let escape from his lips a small moan of pleasure.
A small moan that did not escape Goren.
He burst into flames.
My God...
He had a violent desire for Eames.
Undressing her was a real torture...
All his senses were in turmoil.
The skirt arrived at the height of his feet, he withdrew it gently, and threw it on the ground.
His glance settled on his small triangle, covered, and hidden by the fabric of his small panties.
Its small panties...
Good blood...
Goren had only one desire.
If he listened to himself...
He would tear her panties off...
Just to see her little golden triangle.
At this idea...
He became even more inflamed.
Quickly...
He had to get his act together.
And that he puts him under small shorts without further delay.
Goren felt Alex's slender fingers touching his face and moving up to his hair.
She buried her fingers in his ebony curls, caressed them.
And at this gesture...
At this precise moment...
Goren felt he was lost.
He wanted Eames so badly...
And no matter what could happen.
Even if he was heartbroken.
He wanted her...
Here...
And now.
Goren lifted his head, and gently moved his fingers from her hair, to rest them on Eames' thighs.
He moved his hands away from hers, and took her face in his hands, lowered Eames' face to his, and took possession of her lips with ardor.
Eames startled, surprised by this kiss.
A small cry of surprise, mixed with pleasure, escaped from her lips.
- I can't hold it in anymore...
At this confession, Eames dew of pleasure, the heart drumming violently in his chest, ready to explode.
Then all his grunts...
His fiery kiss of last night...
Goren had held back.
So he wasn't so insensitive to her.
- Do you allow me to touch you...
Goren's voice had the same intonation as that of a child who asks for what he wants most.
Eames nodded her head, pink in the face.
Goren wanted to touch her...
As she wanted to touch him.
She moved her hand forward, seeking his face, and when she succeeded in finding it, she took his face between her hands, and deepened her kiss, forced his way through with his teeth, intertwining their tongues in a mad dance.
At this kiss...
Goren felt all his reluctance fly away.
He wrapped his arms around her waist and held her tightly to him, afraid that it was only a dream and that she would disappear.
Eames clung to him, moaning.
At Eames' moan...
Goren realized that it was not a dream...
And that it was real.
Eames let her fingers slip to the back of his neck, and pulled him to her, letting himself be tilted back in bed.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, and her legs around his waist, and dew with pleasure as she felt Goren's hard member against her intimacy.
She became completely inflamed.
Goren really wanted her...
As she...
She wanted him.
He couldn't say otherwise from now on.
- Alex...
Goren's voice was hoarse, vibrating with desire.
He couldn't hide his trouble..
- Bobby... Touch me.
At this request, Bobby grunted.
Damn it...
If he had been a reasonable person...
He should have stopped this right away.
But he wasn't a reasonable person.
And he couldn't stop.
Otherwise...
He was going to have to be locked up in the madhouse.
It had been days and days...
He had been holding back from touching her.
Stopping himself from making the slightest move...
For fear of touching her...
And losing control.
But tonight...
It was the drop of water that made the vase overflow...