Eames was still reeling from the altercation in the back alley.
She'd never thought Goren and she would run into this child killer.
And that she would spoil their intimate moments.
And she had.
Eames would have loved to continue what Goren had started, but she didn't feel like it anymore.
Wallace had taken away all her desire.
The only thing she wanted right now was to be in Goren's arms, to feel his strength.
But she didn't dare ask him, it was so embarrassing.
Especially in the middle of the street, in front of all the passers-by.
And she wasn't used to asking such things.
Begging for affection.
And God only knew she needed it right now.
Goren, who held Eames' hand firmly in his own, could sense that Alexa was quite upset by Wallace's intrusion.
She said nothing, following him in silence.
He had to do something.
Not leave her like this.
So as soon as he saw an opportunity, he turned right into the little alley, and drew Eames into his arms, hugging her gently.
- Forget this woman Alexa... He brought his hand to her chin, forced her to raise her big hazel eyes to him, and gently, placed his fingers on her cheek, caressed her with infinite tenderness. She's not worth it.
Yes, Eames knew that Wallace wasn't worth her trouble.
But Eames couldn't forget that she'd been harassing Goren throughout his career, and now that she knew he'd lost his memory, she could torture him even more.
She didn't care if he called her a heathen.
But she didn't want Wallace to hurt Goren.
Besides, how had she known about his memory loss...
Did that mean she was still spying on Goren.
Name of God...
If that was the case, she absolutely had to stop him.
And above all, report him to Deakins.
- Alexa... Goren slid his fingers down her neck to where a small breast was just beginning to form. I know how to take your mind off things. He plunged his hand into Alexa's top, and pulled her little breast out of her bra, which he took in full hand, kneading it, and pinching the little nipple, which hardened at his touch. And it's a very pleasant thing, as you can see.
At this caress, Eames gave a little cry of surprise, mingled with pleasure.
At her cry, he lowered his face to hers, took possession of her lips with ardor, stifling her cry, and intertwined their tongues in a frenzied dance.
At this ardor, Eames forgot all his dark thoughts, to bring his hands to her half-beige, half-ash curls, grasp them, and deepen their kiss.
Goren wrapped his arm around her waist and pivoted with her, so that her back was to the wall.
- Oh Alexa... I wanted to so much...
He pulled away from her lips to slide them down her neck, and when he reached her little breast, he took it in his mouth, sucking and sucking on her little nipple, making Eames squeal.
- Oh Bobby... We shouldn't...
A big smile spread across Goren's lips at Alexa's protests, which weren't really protests at all, as she moaned with pleasure and clutched at his curls.
He moved away from her little breast and crouched down, positioning his face level with her crotch.
- Alexa... I'm sorry... He reached under her skirt, took her panties in his hands, and slid them to the floor. I can't help myself.
He spread her thighs, reached down to her crotch and caressed her.
- Oh Alexa... You're so wet...
Eames felt herself faint.
Goren's fingers caressed her little button.
It felt so good.
- Bobby... It's...
At her little cries, he ducked his head under her skirt, but Eames put his hands on her shoulders, stopped him.
- No, Bobby... Not here.
Goren listened to none of her protests, and continued his ascent, plunged his head into her intimacy, stuck out his tongue, and licked her little pink lips, while continuing to caress her little pink button with his fingers.
- Bobby... Please... Eames tried as hard as he could to firm up his voice, but it didn't work. We may be surprised.
My God...
She was lost.
Neither her voice nor her body obeyed her.
And what Goren was doing to her was so good, she was losing her mind, forgetting all objections and where they were.
- Oh Bobby... She put her hands on his shoulders, clutched the fabric of his shirt. It's...
Goren held her firmly by the pelvis, pushed his face deeper into her intimacy, and his tongue inside her small pink lips.
Name of God...
Eames was so hot, so wet.
Her wetness spurting into his mouth, and he swallowed her juices.
Hearing her moan, and cling to him, excited him to the core.
And what he had in his crotch was compressed and aching, so strong and violent was his desire for Alexa.
Crazy with desire, he accelerated his tongue strokes and caressed her with his fingers, wanting to hear her lose her footing and cum in his mouth.
- Oh Bobby... Yes... Yes…
She arched her back, threw her head back, her golden hair cascading down her back, clutched Goren's shoulders with all her might, and screamed with pleasure.
- Oh Bobby... Bobby...
At her cry, Goren swallowed his juice, and gently slowed the caress of his tongue, and fingers, to the rhythm of Alexa's body spasms.
When she had calmed down, he moved away from her crotch, and gently pulled up her panties, and readjusted her skirt.
He straightened to his full length, tucking her little breast into her bra, which he replaced at the top, and when he reached Alexa's face, he wrapped his arms around her waist, drew her against him, and devoured her with a long, torrid kiss.
Eames still panting, and her legs still half holding her from the passion, which redoubled with Goren's kiss, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressed her small breasts against his powerful torso.
- My feisty little witch.
His feisty little witch...
At her words, Eames felt embarrassed, but also flattered.
But she realized what had come from that past, and she mortified herself, shocked with shame.
She had let Goren do her good, and in the middle of an alley, when they could easily have been caught.
And worst of all, she didn't regret it.
She'd loved it.
Red with shame, and still quite aroused, she buried her face against Goren's shirt, hiding herself.
Gently, Goren brought his hand to her chin, forcing her to raise her flushed face to him.
He lowered his lips to her forehead, brushing against it.
- I like it when you let go, my little angel.
Little angel…
But she was no angel.
Not after what had just happened.
At Alexa's grimace, Goren smiled fondly.
He brought his hand to her hair, and gently lowered her head against his chest.
- Stay as long as you like like this, little angel. Goren buried his long, slender fingers in her golden hair, caressing it with infinite tenderness. I love having you in my arms.
He wrapped his arms around her waist, hugged her gently, rested his chin on her little blonde head, and rocked her.
Eames sighed at this tenderness.
She was so comfortable in his arms.
She felt safe, loved and pampered.
But unfortunately, her thoughts darkened.
If Goren regained his memory...
Would he even stay with her?
Would he want to.
Bring her the strength and gentleness she loved so much.
Or would he leave her.
Her heart sank at the thought.
But she pulled herself together.
Eames had to think of the moment.
That was all that mattered.
And the softness of his arms, squeezing her gently, rocking her.