With ardour, Goren brought his hands to his tank top, and tore it with impatience.
- Bobby...
Eames had just screamed in surprise with a mixture of pleasure, under Goren's ardor, tearing his garment.
In response to Eames' scream, Goren grunted, and did the same to the bra.
Eames heard the tearing of the fabrics, made by Goren's fingers, and which revealed her small naked breasts to the glance of Goren.
- Beautiful...
Goren had no more restraint.
He was crazy with desire...
And couldn't control himself.
To the point of tearing the tank top and Eames' bra...
Not having the patience to take them off.
And Eames loved it.
She should have been shocked...
But not at all.
She loved this fiery Goren.
She became even more inflamed, her blood boiled in her veins.
It was so exciting.
Eames had only one regret...
Not being able to see the look on Goren's face.
Goren grunted.
He buried his head in Eames' small breasts, savoring their scent, and their sweetness.
- I wanted to touch you so badly... Your little breasts... His voice was hoarse, vibrating with desire. That I...
Damn it...
How to say to Eames...
Confessing to him...
Goren was ashamed to death.
He had dared to touch himself thinking about Eames' little breasts.
If Eames knew...
She would be disgusted by him.
And would think...
That he was a pervert.
And she would be right.
He was indeed a pervert.
But how could he not be...
With a woman as desirable as her...
It was simply impossible.
Goren had not stopped fantasizing about Eames' little body...
Dreaming only of touching her...
To make love to her...
Just to hear her scream with pleasure.
What had Goren been trying to tell her...
She couldn't see the expression on his face...
And she regretted it.
She could have deciphered his expression...
If she hadn't lost her sight.
With the voice, the intonations, it was harder to decipher.
Eames would have given everything to see only once...
And to be able to see Goren.
That I...
His words kept going round and round in his head.
Could it be possible...
Would Goren have touched himself thinking about her...
- You touched yourself...
At the words she had just spoken, Eames blushed violently, making Goren blush at the same time.
- Yes, I did... And not just once... He was mad with desire. And nothing mattered more at that moment, than touching Eames. And it doesn't matter if you think the worst of me... He moved his lips up her throat, and placed small kisses on it. I desire you... And I want you.
At the little kisses, and at Goren's words, Eames let out little cries of pleasure.
- I'm just a pervert... And it's your fault.
Then Goren was touched by the thought of her...
It was so impure...
And so exciting.
Eames shook his head in denial.
- You are not a pervert... And I want you.
My God...
Eames blushed violently at her boldness.
She had just said out loud that she wanted to sleep with him.
She buried her face in her ebony curls, hiding her confusion.
Goren smiled, touched.
Damn it...
How cute Eames was...
With softness he moved his ebony curls away from Alex's face, revealing his red face.
He brought his face closer to hers, and put his lips on her forehead, kissing her with infinite softness.
- You are too cute...
With gentleness, he let his lips slide along Eames' face, placed little kisses on her eyelids, on her little nose, and when he reached her lips, he took them with avidity.
- But tonight... I won't drop you.
Goren put his fingers on Eames' satiny skin, let them slide all along, and stopped at her little breasts, took them in his hands, caressed, and pinched her nipples.
- Oh Bobby...
Eames moaned, biting his lips.
It felt so good.
- I want you... And I will have you.
Eames, dewy with pleasure, nodded her head.