Here we go...
So it's going to happen that fast.
So fast.
Yes.
They said there would be no feelings between them.
But still...
Couldn't there be tenderness between them.
Eames walked towards the bed, and when he reached it, he stopped, standing with his back to Goren, not daring to face him.
Eames had tried to soften the rapid beating of his heart ...
But nothing made it.
And the size of Goren's bed...
How big it was.
She had never seen a bed that big.
But then it was normal.
Given Goren's size, a normal bed would not have been suitable.
But given the size...
It could do so many things.
It was so disturbing...
So awkward.
Eames took a deep breath, and turned, facing Goren, her cheeks pink, in front of a Goren who hadn't moved a muscle.
She moved to the bed, sat on the edge of the bed, and patted the spot next to her.
- You're coming to join me Bobby...
At her words, Goren jumped, blushing violently.
To join her...
But it was so...
He didn't know what to do.
He had only one desire...
To run away.
And to be as far away from Eames as possible at that moment.
At the big hazel eyes of Eames, who looked at him shining with hesitation, he did not feel the courage to run away from her.
Eames was trying to be brave.
But he could see that she was afraid.
Afraid to take matters into her own hands.
And that she was waiting for him to take the lead.
So he took his courage in both hands and walked towards her.
When he arrived in front of her, he stopped a few centimeters away.
- It's me... Or it's you...
At Eames' words, Goren blushed violently.
So he wasn't wrong.
Eames needed him to take the lead.
But it was so awkward.
Eames was the one who was usually in charge in their partnerships.
And tonight...
It was up to him to take the lead.
- I'll take... He brought his hand to the back of his neck, his face scarlet, looked away, everything awkward. The front.
At his words, Eames pinked with pleasure, his heart beating violently in his chest, ready to explode.
Strangely...
It wasn't fear that made her heart beat.
But what could make her feel that way.
She trusted Goren.
She knew that Goren would be a tender person.
So why was she reacting like this...
Was it because she was going to be naked in front of him.
Or that he was going to be naked in front of her.
God...
She had to stop asking herself so many questions.
Or she would never be able to sleep with Goren.
Besides...
Eames knew she could have done worse.
Falling for a man she didn't trust...
Who could be brutal...
And selfish.
Which Goren had not been...
And never would be.
Yes.
Bobby was a great choice.
So Eames didn't have to hesitate.
She raised her hand, and held it out to him.
Goren looked at that hand, hesitating to take it.
If he took it...
There would be no turning back.
- I trust you...
At his words, Goren snapped out of his thoughts, only to come face to face with two large hazel eyes, shining with confidence.
Eames had confidence in him.
But he didn't know how to behave.
But not at all.
Would he be up to it.
He had never had this kind of relationship.
And if everything changes between him and Eames...
- Bobby...
At Eames' small, concerned, questioning voice, Goren looked at Eames, who was waiting for his goodwill, his cheeks pink.
But for God's sake...
Eames was so adorable.
He had only one desire...
To make her feel better.
If only there was another way.
But he had said yes.
And he couldn't take it back.
If he changed his mind...
He would hurt her.
And make her unhappy.
And that he couldn't do.
All right...
He was going to be a man.
He took a deep breath, took the hand Eames was holding in his, intertwined his fingers with hers, and made her stand up, pulled her towards him.
Eames found himself facing Goren.
He turned her around, putting her back to him.
Strange...
Why was Goren putting her back to him.
Would he be as awkward as she was.
She felt long thin fingers lifting her golden hair, and placing it gently on her right shoulder, revealing her neck.
At the vision of the delicate nape of Eames' neck, Goren lowered his face, put his lips on it, brushed it.
At Goren's lips brushing against her skin, Eames felt her heart beat violently in her chest, and she shivered all over.
His lips on her skin were so soft...
It felt so good.
- Your skin is so soft...
At Goren's warm voice, Eames pinked with pleasure.
My God...
Eames had such soft skin...
So delicious...
She smelled so good.
Goren had not expected to feel anything so strong.
Gently, he brought his hand to her waist, drawing her gently against him, Eames' back brushing against his powerful torso.
Eames let a small cry of pleasure escape from her lips.
She felt Goren's strength...
His softness.
It felt so good.
How could a man so big...
So strong...
Could he be so tender.
She had told him no feelings...
But she felt herself softening.
Yes.
She wanted a baby...
But could there be no feelings between them.
Goren put his hand on her arm, caressed her satiny skin, running his fingers down and up her skin.
Goddamn it...
Eames really did have such soft skin...
Very pleasant to the touch.
To feel it quiver and moan under his fingers was so unsettling.
Gently, he brought his hands to the buttons of his shirt, and began to unbutton it.
- If you want me to stop...
Stop...
Oh no.
It felt so good.
Eames wanted Goren to keep touching her.
She shook her head in denial.
God...
How happy he was that she wanted to continue.
He loved touching her.
And he wanted to continue.
Goren was lighting a fire in Eames.
And she wanted him to calm that fire.
Goren was so gentle.
And his fingers were so magical.
Eames loved Goren's touch.
The last button on his shirt gave way, bringing Eames out of his thoughts.
Goren opened his shirt, and with gentleness, took it off, threw it on the floor, revealing a pretty ivory back, where the clasp of a pastel pink bra was.
Pastel pink ...
The favorite color of Eames.
It was really too cute.
He smiled, touched.
Eames was so cute.
Gently, he took his hands to her skirt, opened the zipper, and slid it to the floor.
At the sight of Eames' panties, which were the same color as her bra, revealing the roundness of her small buttocks, Goren swallowed hard, breathless.
My God...
Eames had a great ass...
She had a back to damn a saint.
And to think that she had hidden such treasures from him.
If he would just listen to himself...
But he should not.
He should not rush her.
He had to go gently.
But what was in her crotch...
was growing by the looks of it.
Making him hurt.
So much his desire was strong...
And made him understand that he loved what he saw.
With softness, Goren turned Eames in front of him.
Eames did not dare to raise his eyes, not daring to look at him, the pink in his cheeks, his heart beating violently in his chest, ready to explode.
- Alex... He brought his fingers to her chin, made her raise her face to him, forced her to look at him. It's up to you...
Goren could not finish his sentence, blushed violently, looked away, everything was embarrassing.
Good God...
Had she understood what Goren wanted.
He wanted her to undress him.
But it was so embarrassing.
But the brown eyes he was looking at her with were extremely gentle.
And after all...
She was well half-naked in front of him.
And if they wanted to sleep together...
It would be better if they were both naked.
So Eames took his courage in both hands.
With trembling hands, she took them to the buttons of her shirt, and began to unbutton it.
- Alex... Goren put his hands on Eames', took them in his, and stopped him. If you want to stop everything...
Goren could see that Eames was hesitant.
So if she wanted to stop.
He would stop it.
Eames had only one word to say.
If you want to stop everything...
Goren was so kind...
So considerate to her.
But despite her apprehension...
She wanted to continue.
Eames shook her head in denial.
Then Goren let go of her hands, and let hers fall back down her body.
Eames undid the last button on Goren's shirt and pulled it off, throwing it to the floor with the rest of his belongings.
At the vision of Goren's powerful torso, Eames felt a violent desire to touch him rise in her.
But could she...
Oh, what the hell.
She wanted it so much.
Why not combine business with pleasure.
Eames moved her hands towards Goren's powerful torso, laid them flat, caressed him slowly and gently, biting her lips with envy.
At the caress of Eames' fingers on his skin, Goren moaned.
Eames was driving him crazy.
He couldn't take his eyes off her.
She slid her fingers along his belly, and arrived at the height of his belt, she unbuckled it, and opened his fly, and dropped his pants on the ground, revealing a blue boxer, and a huge bulge in his crotch, which inflamed her whole.
So Goren was far from being insensitive.
On the contrary...
What was in his underwear, confirmed it to him.
Eames was attracted to that bulge.
She wanted to touch it.
But could she...
Wouldn't she be too slutty.
Dying of envy...
Eames brushed the bulge through the fabric of the boxers, causing Goren to tense up, and bite his lips with envy, stifling his cry of pleasure.
My God...
Eames had dared to touch him...
And not just anywhere.
But she continued, her cheeks pink, her big hazel eyes shining with lust.
Now it was starting to look good.
He was a man first.
And he had desires.
Either she stopped torturing him...
Or he was going to cum in her underwear.
- Alex... His voice vibrated with desire, he was short of breath. Stop this.
With softness, but firmness, Goren put his hands on the wrist of Eames, stopped his gesture, and of his other hand, put it on his nape, forced her to raise the face towards him, and took possession of her lips with ardour.
With this impetuous kiss, Eames ignited even more.
She rolled up her arms around his neck, clung to him, pressed her small breasts against his powerful chest.
With the total abandonment of Eames in his arms, Goren lost all control.
He forced the barrier of his teeth, intermingled their languages in a wild dance.
He never thought Eames would be so receptive.
And he loved it.
Goren grabbed Eames by her small well rounded buttocks, pressed his member all hard against her intimacy, showing her his violent desire that he felt for her.
- See what state you put me in.
At his words, Eames dew with pleasure, his heart beating violently in his chest, ready to explode.
Oh yes...
She could see.
And even very well.
It was so embarrassing...
So disturbing.
But so exciting to have such an effect on Goren.
Gently, he lifted her from the ground, wrapped her legs around his waist, and guided her to the bed.
When he reached the bed, Goren tipped Eames over with him, with his back to the sheet, and let his fingers run over her satiny skin.
Tonight...
Eames was going to be his.
Such a woman was going to be his.
And nothing would stop her.
Even if this act was purely sexual...
Just to help Eames have a baby...
And become a mother.
Goren was going to make tender, gentle love to her.
He wanted to touch every part of her body, with his fingers, his lips.
He wanted to feel the woman surrender into his arms.
Goren wanted to be tender with Eames.