At Alexa's nod, Goren brought his hand to her cheek, brushed against her, brought his face close to hers, and took possession of her lips with extreme gentleness.
Goren wanted to be tender, not to rush her.
But this kiss, which he wanted to be tender, turned into something much more fiery, something vital.
He needed Alexa now, wherever they were.
Gently, he wrapped his arm around her waist, lifted her off the floor, and tipped her back onto the sofa.
He positioned himself on top of her, wrapped his legs around her waist, holding her pelvis, pressing his hard member against her intimacy.
Eames let out a little cry of surprise, mingled with pleasure, as she felt Goren's erection against her intimacy.
My God...
But it was big.
Eames should have known by his size alone that Goren must be too well hung.
But that didn't take anything away from the pleasure she felt feeling him against her crotch.
Yes, she was a little worried.
But she trusted Goren, and she knew he was a very gentle person, so she wasn't afraid of being hurt.
On the contrary, she was sure he'd be perfect.
At Alexa's little cry, Goren greedily took her lips, stifling her cry, battled with his tongue and wrapped it around hers in a frenzied dance.
- Oh my little angel... If you only knew how long I've dreamed of touching you.
Was it true.
Goren had wanted to touch her for a long time.
So why hadn't he.
Why hadn't he tried anything.
Besides, why did he always go so easy on her.
Just kisses.
And once...
Tonight, he'd plunged his head into her nascent throat.
Perhaps it was this gesture that had finally set things off.
For Eames knew that if Goren had tried to go further, she'd never have said no to him.
Quite the contrary...
Eames had been waiting for this.
Ever since their first kiss, and even if she'd convinced herself otherwise, she'd have liked Goren to be more enterprising, to go further.
But tonight she had.
And she was all the happier for it.
Gently, Goren pulled away from her lips to slide his lips down her neck, stuck out his tongue to lick it, and left her pelvis to run his hands up her back, under her top, to reach the clasp of her bra, which he didn't waste a second opening.
He brought his hands to the front, to her little breasts, took them in his hands, kneaded them, and pinched the little nipples that were hardening under his fingers.
- Oh Bobby... That's...
At Alexa's little cries of pleasure, Goren didn't waste a second, so great was his desire, he plunged his head under Alexa's top, and replaced one of his hands with his mouth, sucking, and nibbling her little nipple.
- Sweet Jesus...
Eames was losing all notion.
Goren's long, slender fingers, mouth and tongue were doing her a world of good.
If it went on like this, she was going to faint.
Sweet Jesus…
This little cry made Goren smile, and he moved his fingers away from her little breast, but continued to lick the other one, and slid them towards her belly, and when he reached the level of her slit skirt, the slit that had been driving him crazy all evening, letting him imagine all the treasures it could hide, he plunged his hand inside, gently moving his fingers up her thigh, caressing her satiny skin, and when he reached her panties, he pulled them off, along with her skirt, which he threw to the floor, and with no obstacle left, he gently spread her thighs, and plunged his hand inside, caressing her golden fleece, and plunging his fingers into her soaking wet intimacy, making her tense up, and caressing her little button.
- Oh Bobby... Bobby...
Eames, mad with desire, raised her arms above her head and clutched the sofa with her hands, moaning with pleasure.
My God...
Eames was so wet.
As if she was already ready to receive him.
That wetness spurting over her fingers, the way she moved her intimacy under his caress, was driving him mad with desire, making him lose his mind.
And her member that was so hard, that was compressed, and that hurt, so much he craved her.
But for Alexa he was going to try to control himself.
Because if he listened to himself, he'd take her on the spot, without any restraint.
And that he couldn't do.
Alexa was too precious to him.
- Oh Alexa... You're so...
He parted his lips from her breast, pulled his head out from under her top, and lowered his head to the height of her crotch.
He moved his fingers away from her intimacy, and gently brought his hands to her pelvis, lifted her up, and positioned each of Eames' legs on either side of her face.
At her movements, Eames understood what Goren was about to do.
She placed her hands on his, stopping him.
- No... Bobby...
No...
And why.
He was dying to.
And the way Alexa had reacted to his caresses, she could only love what he was about to do to her.
- Please Bobby...
Goren shook his head in denial, and didn't listen to Alexa.
He dipped his head to her crotch, stuck out his tongue, and licked her little knob.
- Oh Bobby... Eames brought his hand to his lips, muffling his cries of pleasure. You shouldn't have.
You shouldn't have...
Even though she seemed to like it.
Her little cries confirmed it.
Goren pushed his face deeper into her intimacy, licked greedily at her little knob, and plunged his tongue between her small lips.
- Bobby…
At her offended cry, mingled with pleasure, his face scarlet, Goren became even more inflamed, accelerating his tongue thrusts, and drinking his wetness.
Eames, crazed with desire and no longer in control, brought her hands to Goren's half-beige, half-ashen curls, grabbed them and let out little cries of pleasure.
- Bobby... If you don't stop... I'll...
God...
How good it was to feel her let go.
Good to lick her.
Eames had such good taste.
And Goren wouldn't tire of licking her, if only to hear her squeal with pleasure, and drink her wet.
- Oh Alex... I love licking you...
At her words, Eames lost all control, feeling the explosion building inside her.
She clutched Goren's curls with all her might, arched her back, threw her head back and screamed with pleasure.
- Oh Bobby... Yes... Yes... Come inside me...
Come inside her…
My God.
If he listened to himself, that's what he'd do.
He'd come inside her.
But he couldn't.
So gently, slowly, he slowed his licks until the spasms of Eames's body slowed, and stopped.
He moved his face away from her intimacy, gently deposited her legs on the sofa, and came to position himself above her, to lower his face to hers, and take her lips tenderly, coiling their tongues in a slow dance.
- But you... Bobby...
Eames was so cute right now.
She was thinking of him, of his pleasure.
Whereas he needed nothing more than what she had given him.
That was enough for him.
For the rest, he could wait.
As long as she allowed him to do what he'd just done.
A small smile spread across Goren's lips, and he brought his lips to Alexa's forehead, brushing against it.
- Only your pleasure matters to me... And you've been so ardent.
At his words, Eames blushed violently, wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her head against his chest, hiding her confusion.
My God.
Hold me.
Or I wouldn't answer for anything.
Alexa was such an endearing, emotional woman.
And Goren already knew that he was lost when faced with this little piece of woman.
- Little angel... With gentleness, he brought his hand to her golden hair, buried his fingers in it, caressed it. You have nothing to be ashamed of.
Nothing to be ashamed of...
But it was so embarrassing.
Goren had even licked her most intimate part.
So how could I not be embarrassed.
Even if Eames had to admit it had been particularly pleasurable.
- I'm not ashamed... Eames raised her flushed face to Goren's. It's just that... It's just that...
Oh...
Goren opened his mouth to close it again.
Alexa wasn't ashamed, she was simply embarrassed.
Good God...
She was so cute.
And so desirable right now.
If he listened to himself, he'd do it all over again.
But would she accept.
- Alexa... He brought his hand to her chin, plunged his brown eyes glowing with the small flame of desire into her hazel gaze. I want to touch again. He let his fingers slide down her back, and reaching her pelvis, pressed his hard member again against Alexa's intimacy, bringing out the strength of her desire. I want to lick you again.
Oh...
Eames's half-open mouth went completely scarlet.
Goren wanted to lick her again.
But it was embarrassing.
But his words had aroused her.
And she wanted him to do it again.
- And then... Never mind.
At her words, Goren got up from the sofa, put his hands on Eames' body, lifted her off the couch, carried her in his arms and, with hurried steps, headed for the bedroom.
Arriving at the bedroom, he walked over to the bed and gently laid Eames back against the sheet.
He put his hands to his top and removed it, throwing it to the floor.
- Now I won't have to stand in the way of seeing you naked.
He lay on top of her, wrapped his legs around her waist, took her face between his hands, and lowered his face to hers, took possession of her lips with ardor.
- I'm going to taste you again.
At these words, Eames blushed with pleasure, watching as Goren left her lips, slid his lips down her neck, reached her small breasts, took a small breast in his hand, and with full mouth, kneaded it, titillated it, and licked her little button.