Eames turned at the sound of the door closing, to see a Goren, his back against the door, his face raised to the ceiling, his hand ruffling his half-beige, half-ash curls.
Strange...
Why was he standing with his back to the door, looking at the ceiling without daring to look at her.
What did it mean...
Hadn't he told her that he had to talk to her.
So what was it that made him hesitate...
- Alex... Goren lowered his face, and looked at her, making her jump.
He moved away from the door, walked straight towards her with a determined step, and did not leave her eyes.
- I can't take it anymore.
At his words, and at the bright look Goren fixed on her, Eames became afraid.
He had never looked at her in such a way before.
There was a strange flame in his eyes, like that of a phoenix.
And she had to admit that she didn't like that look.
She had the impression to be a prey in front of a predator.
Arrived at the height of Eames, he let fall his hand, plunged his brown eyes in the hazel eyes of Eames.
It is there...
The moment had come to tell Eames the truth.
But it was so hard.
He was so afraid of being rejected.
But he had to be honest.
And find out whether or not he had a small chance of her sharing his feelings.
So he took a deep breath, and went for it.
- Alex... He brought his hand to Eames' cheek, brushed it. I have to tell you...
Eames put his finger on his lip, silencing him, and shook his head in denial.
No.
Goren wasn't supposed to say certain words.
She could tell by the look in his eyes, and by the caress of his fingers on her face, that he was going to tell her something important.
Something that she felt could destroy everything between them.
And if he did that...
There would be no turning back.
I know you love Alex.
His words Molly had said.
Was that what he wanted to tell her.
At the thought, his heart raced.
But she pulled herself together.
No.
It couldn't be possible.
And yet...
That look in his eyes at that moment...
Told her that it could be possible.
But it shouldn't.
Goren must not say those words.
Otherwise nothing would ever be the same again.
And everything would be destroyed between them.
Eames said that...
But deep inside, a small voice was hoping for his words.
But no.
She couldn't.
It was simply impossible.
Goren was her best friend.
And she wanted him to stay that way.
Between them was a deep respect.
And above all...
She didn't want to change partners.
So for both their sakes...
She had to stop him from talking.
- Bobby... Don't tell...
Don't say anything...
No.
He didn't want to hear that.
He needed to say what he was feeling.
Or he was going to end up going crazy if he kept silent.
Besides...
He needed to know how Eames really felt about him.
To know if he had even the slightest chance.
Just because she lit up under his kisses...
Didn't mean she had feelings for him.
Eames may have only felt desire for him.
But that wasn't enough for him.
He didn't just want Eames' body.
He wanted her heart most of all.
- But I have to...
Eames shook his head in denial.
No.
She couldn't let him.
He couldn't say anything.
Good God...
But he...
He needed to tell her how he felt.
So if she wouldn't listen to him, he had no other choice.
Gently, but firmly, he took Eames' face in his hands, and lowered her face to his, took her lips fiercely.
No...
Goren must not kiss her.
Otherwise she would lose control again...
And return his kiss.
As she had always done.
But how could she not return his kiss...
She loved his kiss.
But she didn't.
This time...
She would not give in.
And she would hold on.
And most importantly...
She wouldn't let her body take control.
Proud of this resolution, Eames placed her hands flat on his chest, and pushed him away with all her might.
- No... Bobby...
But Goren didn't budge, tightening his grip on her, wrapping his arms around her waist, holding her close, preventing her from escaping.
- I won't stop this time.
He deepened his kiss, forced the passage of his teeth, intermingled their tongues in a wild dance.
With this impetuous kiss, Eames felt his heart beat violently in his chest, ready to explode.
But not.
She did not have to succumb.
She absolutely had to pull herself together, and stop everything, before it was too late.
But Goren had understood well that under his kisses, she was lost.
And it wasn't nice that he was playing with her.
So...
She had to push him away.
To show him that she didn't feel anything.
Even if it was false.
But above all...
She had to make him see reason.
- Bobby... You mustn't.
For all answer, he gagged her mouth, crushed her lips.
- Don't tell me no...
At her words, Eames felt herself weakening.
Don't tell her no.
But she had to.
For both their sakes.
In addition...
Eames could not do otherwise.
And let things continue.
If she ever let her body...
Or listen to her heart...
She would definitely be lost.
And everything would be destroyed between them.
Because despite everything.
Eames couldn't hide her face.
She was far from being insensitive to Goren.
On the contrary...
But no.
It was simply impossible.
She couldn't give an inch.
- I need you...
I need her.
My God...
Not her words.
Otherwise she wouldn't answer to anything.
- Alex... Please... Don't push me away.
Don't push me away...
At her words, Eames' barriers collapsed.
She brought her hands to Goren's ebony curls, buried her fingers in them, brought her face closer to his, and took possession of his lips with passion.
At Eames' passionate kiss, Goren lost all control.
Finally Eames let go.
And he loved it...
When she lost all control.
Goren brought his hands to her hips, lifted her off the floor, and guided her to the desk.
When he reached the desk, he placed Eames' small, rounded buttocks on it, wrapped his legs around her waist and his arms around her neck, and held her close, pressing her hard member against his dislike.
At Goren's hard member against her intimacy, Eames let out a little cry of pleasure, and burst into a full blaze.
- Oh Alex…
He brought the hands to the t-shirt of Eames, took the fabric between his hands, and removed it to him gently, his fingers brushing his satiny skin, and revealing a small purple bra, and threw it to the ground.
He slipped his hands along her skirt, removed it under the eyes of an Eames who did not leave him of the eyes, and made her join the t-shirt on the ground, revealing a small panties of the same color as the bra.
- I have never seen anything so beautiful.
At his words, Eames pinked with pleasure.
I had never seen anything so beautiful...
Was it true.
Goren was not lying to her.
Wasn't she too round.
- Am I not too...
He put his finger on her lips, silencing her, and shook his head in denial.
How could Eames believe she was too round.
He knew very well that she couldn't stand the slightest roundness.
And yet...
She had small breasts, and a perfect little ass.
Why did she imagine to have kilos in excess.
While she had a perfect body.
He was going to have to show it to her.
Goren let his finger leave Eames' lips, sliding them down her neck, and down to her bra, brushing the fabric with his finger, making Eames shiver at the contact.
- You are perfect.
Perfect...
Was Goren sincere...
Didn't he see that she had some misplaced curves.
But by the intense look Goren gave her...
Emaes understood that he was sincere.
Then she felt a violent desire rising in her.
Crazy with impatience, she put her fingers to Goren's shirt, and unbuttoned it impatiently.
After all.
She too wanted to see his skin.
She wanted to touch him as he was touching her.
The last button of the shirt gave way, and she opened it, laid her hands flat on his chest, brushing against him.
My God...
But it was that he had hidden such a wonder from her.
He had a magnificent torso.
Some small curves in the belly, curves, which she hastened to caress, and which made him, a very manly man for Eames.
At the caress of Eames, Goren moaned.
Good God...
He who had always hidden his curves.
Because he was ashamed to have a few extra pounds.
Now Eames seemed to love them.
This way of looking at him, her big hazel eyes shining with this small flame, this mouth that she pinched with envy, and her hands that touched and caressed his curves.
If Eames continued like this...
He wasn't going to be able to hold on much longer...
And would take her now.
He had a violent desire for Eames.
A desire that he had held back for too long.
And that today...
He could hardly contain.
- Alex... I won't be able to wait...
Can't wait...
Eames understood Goren's hint very well.
Then Eames ran his hand up the back of his neck, brushed it against his face, looked at Goren's face, looked into his big, bright hazel eyes, and nodded.
My God...
Goren was not dreaming.
Eames was giving him the green light.
Then, impatiently, he reached into his fly, pulled out his hard member, spread Eames' thighs and panties, brought his member closer to her intimacy, brushed it.
- You are sure that I can...
To her hesitation, Eames smiled, tenderized.
He who was so pressed...
To care above all about her.
He was really too cute.
- Yes... I'm sure.
At Eames' words, Goren looked into Eames' eyes, and in one fell swoop penetrated her, making her tense up, and wince in pain.
At Eames' reaction, Goren stopped, and looked at her worriedly.
- I hurt you...
Eames shook her head in denial.
- It's just... Eames blushed violently. The size...
At his words, Goren blushed violently.
Oh…
The size...
He opened his mouth to close it again.
Name of God...
Crazy with impatience and desire, he had forgotten the most important thing.
This difference of size that there was between Eames and him.
Eames was so small, so thin.
And he was so big, so strong.
That he could break it only with his hands.
He should have known that he would be too big for her.
Then he would go with an extreme softness, and slowness.
And would try to control the violent desire he had for her.
Gently, he entered, went out gently in her, accelerating little by little his strokes of back, erasing the pain of the face of Eames, to let appear the passion.
He lowered his face towards his, and took possession of his lips with ardour, intermingled their languages in a wild dance.
- Alex... It's so good to be inside you.
Eames wrapped his arms around her neck, pressed her small breasts against his chest.
My God...
Her little breasts against his chest...
The sound of their two sexes becoming one.
Eames' wetness spurting onto her sex.
How not to become mad with desire.
He had never felt so much desire for a woman.
Eames was the only one...
The only one...
Who consumed him completely.
It felt so good to be inside her.
Like being at home.
Goren grabbed Eames by her well rounded little buttocks, sinking deeper into her, and picked up the tempo.
- Bobby... Yes... Come.
That's all Goren needed, and he picked up the pace even faster, pounding into her.
And suddenly, he tensed up, his body shaking with spasms, let out his scream, and delivered his seed into her.
- Oh Alex... Alex...
He let his head fall again against the shoulder of Eames, deposited a small kiss there.
He withdrew delicately from Eames, replaced her panties correctly, and arranged his member.
With softness, he drew it against him.
He lifted her off the desk, and walked over to an armchair, where he sat down, carefully holding Eames against him, on his lap.
Eames felt so good in Goren's arms, she wrapped her arms around Goren's neck, rested her head against his shoulder, and snuggled up to him, closing her eyelids as she grew tired.
- Alex... I...
Goren heard a small gasp, a gasp that brushed the back of his neck.
Eames had fallen asleep.
He smiled, tenderized.
With gentleness, Goren put his hand on Eames' face, spread her few rebellious golden locks that hid part of her face, and contemplated her adoringly, asleep.
Eames was so fragile in this moment, that he had only one desire, to protect her from all, and to keep her close to him forever.
He wrapped his arms around Eames' waist, let his head tilt back, and thought about what had just happened.
Had he really slept with Eames.
Wasn't he dreaming...
- Bobby...
At the whisper of Eames, who was snuggling up to him even more, he snapped out of his thoughts.
No
He was not dreaming.
He had not dreamed what had just happened.
Something wonderful.
But what about Eames.
Did this mean she felt something other than desire for him.
If that were possible...
But for now, he had to savor having her all to himself, asleep against him.
Eames and Molly were the two dearest things in the world to him.
They were the two little women in his life.
So one day...
Who knows.
Maybe...
With this little hope in his heart, he let himself be lulled by the warmth of Eames' body snuggled up against his, and ended up dozing off, a big smile on his lips.
