With gentleness, Goren moved his lips away from those of Eames, and let them slide along the back of her neck, brushing it.
At the soft caress of his lips on her neck, Eames moaned, all quivering.
He brought his hands to the bottom of his shirt, and with slowness it went up, passed to the level of his small blond head, threw it on the ground, exposing the small chest of Eames, and put back his lips to her nape, resuming his caress.
He slid his fingers along her shoulder to meet her little breast, which he took in his hand, kneaded it, titillated with his fingers the already hard tip of her little nipple.
- Oh... Bobby...
At his moan, Goren became even more inflamed, what was in his crotch, was all hard, too tight in his pants, and painful, proof of his violent desire for Eames.
But he had to control himself.
And go gently.
Eames was too precious to him.
He couldn't behave like an animal.
He took his other hand to his pants, unbuttoned the button that served as a fastener, and slid it off.
Eames put her hands on his, stopping him.
- I'll do it.
At his words, Eames moved away from him, to stand up, but remained from behind, and slid his pants and panties on the ground, revealing small well rounded buttocks to the eyes of Goren, who holds his breath at this vision.
My God...
Eames really did have a nice butt.
He grabbed the sheet with his fists, holding back from jumping on it.
Eames moved her hand to her crotch, and to her small breasts, hid them, and turned to him, approached the bed, where she knelt a few millimeters away from Goren who couldn't take his eyes off her.
- Alex... You are...
Eames lowered her eyes, her cheeks pink, not daring to look at him, all embarrassed.
At this embarrassment, Goren smiled, tenderized.
Eames was so cute...
So fragile at that moment.
Where was this brave policewoman...
And so sure of herself.
Shyly, she looked up at Goren, and pointed to his outfit.
- You don't undress...
Pardon.
Undressing.
Good God…

He was so engrossed in the naked Eames that he had completely forgotten that he too should undress.
But could he.
Would Emaes like what she saw.
Wasn't he too plump.
If Eames saw his curves...
Maybe she would want to stop it.
He was far from having an athletic body.
- I don't...
At his hesitation, Eames got over his shyness a little.
Then Goren was as embarrassed as she was to be naked in front of her.
Maybe she should help him as he had started to do with her at the very beginning, until she took it in hand.
- I will help you.
At the decided hazel look that Eames threw him, he understood that he could not escape.
When the little lady was decided.
It was hard for him not to give in.
And was always at her mercy.
But this time, he wished he wasn't so weak.
If she saw him...
Small fingers put on the buttons of his vest, unbuttoned them, making him come out of his thoughts.
He put his hands on hers, stopped her, shook his head in denial.
- I'm not physically...
Not physically...
What was Goren trying to tell her.
She had felt the strength of his desire for her, brushing against her little buttocks.
So he couldn't say that physically.
And then...
She too wanted to see him naked.
It would not be fair that only he rinses the eye.
So proud of her resolution, she gently pushed his hands away from hers, and resumed what she was doing.
When the jacket opened, she took it off, and took care of the shirt, which went to join the jacket on the floor.
Eames looked at his torso, detailed it, under a red Goren, who looked away.
Why was he so embarrassed.
And why had he hesitated that she remove his clothes.
It was very well bare-chested.

And his small curves that he had, gave him a lot of charm.
For Eames this made him a man, a real man.
She did not want a man who looked like a Greek God.
But a normal man with his imperfections.
But for Eames his curves was in no way imperfections on the contrary.
She brought the hand to his belly, caressed it.
- I like your curves.
At his words, Goren becomes even more scarlet.
Eames loved his curves...
Good God...
Goren had expected everything.
Except this.
Eames let his fingers slide lower, and took him to the button of his pants, unbuttoned them.
But Goren took his hand in hers, intertwined his fingers with hers, stopped his movement.
- I'd rather do it.
Eames opened her mouth to close it again, to see a rising Goren coming to stand behind her.
She turned her face toward him, but he waved her over.
- You could...
Oh...
Eames felt the hilarity rise in her.
How could such an eccentric man be so modest.
But she pulled herself together.
Goren was really a very endearing person.
Eames felt the diaper sag behind her, and a powerful torso brush against her back.
- What the...
Goren wrapped his arm around her belly, pulled her in, and held her close, and took her chin between his fingers, forcing her to turn and lift her face toward him.
Eames lowered the glance, wishing to see it in all its nudity, but he did not leave him the time, he brought closer his lips of his, and took possession of his lips with ardour.
Oh the cad.
Goren had found the solution to prevent her from seeing him naked.
It was not fair.
She wanted naked too.
He insinuated his tongue between her lips, intertwined it with his, making Eames lose all thought, who moaned at the fiery kiss.

He spread his fingers from her chin, to slide them along the back of her neck, and slide them up to her little breast, titillated the hard little nipple with his fingers.
- Oh... Bobby...
My God...
Goren really did have magic fingers.
As soon as he touched her...
She lost all control of herself.
But she also wanted to touch him.
Like he touched her.
So she slid her hand along his back, put it on Goren's belly, brushed it.
Goren groaned at this gesture, but recovered, placing her hand on Eames' hand and stopping her in her tracks.
No.
He wanted her pleasure...
And her alone tonight.
Eames turned her face towards him, surprised that he stopped his gesture.
- Why...
Goren put a big smile on his lips, unnerving Eames, and shook his head in denial.
- I only want to take care of you.
He let his other hand slide down Eames' belly to his crotch.
- But and you...
For all answer, he plunged his hand into her crotch, caressed her little lips, and her little button.
- Oh...
Eames pressed her back against his powerful chest, all quivering and moaning.
Goren smiled.
My God...
Her little moans...
Her voice clouded with desire.
Everything about Eames was so adorable.
How not to succumb to such a woman.
Gently, he accelerated the caress of his fingers, making her move her crotch between his fingers, and let out little moans.
Good God...
To feel her plugging her intimacy on his fingers...
It was squirting wetness.
Name of God…

If he would just listen to himself...
But he shouldn't.
Tonight he would only care about Eames' pleasure.
- Yes... My Alex... He brought his lips to the back of her neck, brushed it. Let go...
It did not take more to Eames, who arched his back, and shouted.
With gentleness, he slowed down the caress of his fingers, and withdrew them, brought them to Eames' chin, made him turn his face towards him.
My God...
Her face expressed all the pleasure she had just taken, which inflamed him completely, his blood boiled in his veins.
But he took hold of himself.
No.
He had to go slowly.
But strangely...
He had taken as much pleasure as if he had done the deed just by touching her.
- And you... Bobby...
At her words, he snapped out of his thoughts, shook his head in denial, brought his lips to her forehead, brushed against it.
- It was fine like that.
Very good like that...
Sorry.
Eames didn't understand what Goren meant.
How could he think it was fine...
When he hadn't even been stroked.
He must have been out of his mind to say such nonsense.
At the look on Eames' pessimistic face, Goren understood that he had to make him understand that for him it had been a magical moment.
- For me it was perfect.
It was perfect.
No, but oh...
Would he stop saying things like that.
She pursed her lips, pouting.
- I don't understand...
He lowered his face to hers, took possession of her lips with extreme gentleness, silencing her.
- Just savor what just happened.
Savor...
Oh...
At his words, Eames blushed violently.
She buried her head against his powerful chest, hiding her embarrassment.

With gentleness, he brought his hands to her waist, turned her towards him, and wrapped his arms around her, holding her gently against him, resting his head on her little blonde head.
- You're really cute.