- I came to see Lucy...
At this time of night.
Eames suspected Lucy was asleep.
Was it really just Lucy she came to see.
- Just to see her sleep... I need...
But before Eames could finish her sentence, she burst into tears.
Then, gently, Goren put his hand to her wrist and drew her into the apartment, closing the door behind her.
No sooner had he turned to face her, than she threw herself into his arms, clutched his shirt and cried harder.
Good God...
He should have known that with what had happened to his mother, Eames would end up in tears.
But he hadn't expected her to come to his house.
She'd told him she'd come to see Lucy.
Was Lucy the only person in the fourteen years they'd been apart to comfort her in her great moments of grief.
Her heart sank at the thought.
If only he could go back and change everything.
But even he couldn't.
There was Jonathan Eames and his threats.
- Oh Bobby... She raised her tear-stained face to him. If you only knew...
Gently, he wrapped his arm around her waist and reached out to stroke her golden hair.
- Follow me...
He guided her to the sofa, and gently sat her down.
Goren came and crouched down in front of her, took her hand in his, intertwined his fingers with hers, and bringing his other free hand to her cheek, caressed it with infinite tenderness.
- Alex... You know that if you need to confide in...
Yes, she knew.
She'd come to see her daughter, but also because she needed to see Goren, to feel his presence.
She was so unhappy.
She'd almost lost her mother.
And Goren was there, so kind, caring for her.
But she'd been violent with him.
Why did he continue to be kind to her.
If he'd abandoned her.
Shouldn't he not care about her, and her misfortunes.
Eames no longer understood, no longer knew.
But she did know one thing.
She needed to forget everything tonight.
Everything.
The past, the present, even the future.
All she wanted was one thing.
For Goren to take her in his arms and make love to her.
So she took Goren's face in her hands, forced him to raise his face to hers, and lowered his face to hers.
But Goren understood her gesture and put his hands on Eames', spreading them apart, along with her face.
- No Alex... Not after what happened last time.
Not after what happened last time...
Yes, she'd done wrong, taking all her hate out on him.
But tonight would be different.
So, not listening to his objection, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulled him against her, pressed Goren's face to her breasts, making him blush violently at the audacity.
It was either him, or Eames would do anything to get him to sleep with her tonight.
And she was well on her way to doing just that.
Her breasts were so soft, so voluminous, and they smelled really good.
But he pulled himself together, refusing to give in to Eames' whims.
For it was indeed a whim she was indulging.
- I need your help.
My God...
No.
Anything but this.
Eames's voice was so sad, he didn't feel brave enough to deny her anything.
Eames was definitely going to lose him.
- Bobby...
At his name, Goren's refusal evaporated like snow in the sun.
He raised his face to Eames', took his face between his hands, and took possession of his lips with ardor.
At this kiss, Eames moaned and clung to him.
Then mad with desire for the little woman he was kissing, Goren parted his lips to slide them down her neck, and impatiently slipped his hands under Eames' skirt, and hastily removed her panties, throwing them to the floor.
And without further ado, he pulled up her skirt, parted her thighs, revealing her chestnut fleece, and brought his fingers close, brushing against her.
- Bobby...
He slipped his fingers inside her intimacy, caressed her little knob.
- Alex... I want to taste you.
- But Bobby...
Goren smiled at Eames' scarlet, embarrassed face, but her big hazel eyes shone with desire and impatience.
Despite what she might have said.
Alex wanted him to lick her there.
And he was going to fulfill her desire.
Not wasting a moment, he withdrew his hand to grip her hips, holding them wide apart, and plunged his head inside, stuck out his tongue, and licked her little button, and her little lips, making her clutch his shoulders, and moan.
- Oh Bobby... You shouldn't...
And why...
Because he loved it.
Eames had such good taste, and from the lump in his crotch, she agreed as much as he did.
He slid his hands down her buttocks, gripped them, and pushed his face in further, accentuating his tongue strokes.
- Bobby... Stop... I'm going...
Eames arched her back, dug her fingernails into Goren's shirt, and howled with pleasure.
- Oh Bobby... Yes... Come..
Crazy with desire and impatience, he gently moved his face away from Eames' intimacy, rose to his full height and held out his hand to Eames, who didn't hesitate for a second to take it.
Then he drew her against him, wrapped his arms around her waist, and took possession of her lips with ardor, intertwining their tongues in a frenzied dance.
At this fiery kiss, and still hot from what Goren had just done to her, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her breasts against his powerful torso.
- Oh my Alex... You make me believe.
With alacrity, he removed Eames's top and bra, threw them to the floor, and brought his hand to her breast, taking it in his hand, kneading it, and pinching her little nipple with his fingers, making her squeal.
He brought his free hand to her skirt, sliding it down her legs.
Finally naked, he lowered his lips to her breast, took it in his mouth, stuck out his tongue, sucked it hungrily, nibbled the hardened tip of her nipple with his teeth.
He slid his hand down to her crotch, dipped his fingers, and caressed her little button, which was still soaking wet from his licking.
- Oh Bobby... That's...
Good God...
Touching, caressing, licking Eames felt so good, that whatever was in his crotch was compressed into his pants, just begging to come out.
As if Alex had guessed what was happening at his crotch, she slipped her fingers down his pants, unbuckled his belt, unzipped his fly, slid his pants and boxers to the floor, and took possession of his hard member with her full hand, stroking it up and down.
At her audacity, Goren pulled his lips away from her breast, up her neck, and took possession of her lips hungrily.
- Alex... I want to be inside you.
At her words, Eames pinked with pleasure, and nodded.
- So what are you waiting for...
At her words, he grabbed her by the hips, as she wrapped her arms around his neck, lifted her off the floor, and wrapped her legs around his waist, holding her firmly by her buttocks, and guided her to the sofa, where he tipped her over with her back to him.
Mad with impatience, he took her hard member in his hand, spread her thighs, positioned himself well in the middle, and penetrated her with a sharp thrust, causing Eames to tense up and moan with pleasure at this intrusion.
- Oh Bobby... I'm not in pain...
At her words, his whole body ignited.
He grabbed her round buttocks and moved in and out of her at a slow pace.
- Oh Bobby... Yes...
She brought her hands to the buttons of his shirt, and opened them with speed, and when the last button gave way, she opened it, to come and lay her hands flat on his powerful torso, and caress it.
- Oh Alex... If you only knew how much I love being inside you.
Crazy with desire, he accentuated his thrusts and plunged his head into her breasts.
- You've got such big breasts... I love it.
That's all it took for Eames, who arched her back, put her hands on Goren's ebony curls, grabbed them with all her might, burying Goren's face between her breasts, and screamed.
- Oh Bobby... Yes... Make love to me all night long.
At her cry, Goren grabbed Eames by the buttocks, pushed himself deeper into her, and butchered her.
- Oh Alex... Yes, I'll make love to you all night long...
Goren felt the explosion inside him, so strong, so searing, that he tensed, his body shaking with spasms, entered her one last time, let out his scream, and delivered his seed inside her.
With his head still buried in Eames's voluminous breasts, Goren gradually came to his senses, but suddenly he remembered the last time, and pulled away, afraid she'd slap him again.
But against all odds, Alex brought her hands to his face, and repositioned him against her breasts, turning Goren totally scarlet.
- Stay against me.
Sorry...
He had heard correctly.
Eames wanted him to stay close to her.
And above all, she hadn't used any violence.
Strange...
What was going on.
Where was all this hatred she had for him.
Perhaps her grief was making him forget.
But little by little, Goren lost his train of thought, feeling the softness of her breasts, and their roundness, enflaming him even more, and making him harden again.
- Oh Bobby... You should have a little restraint...
At this hint of her member hardening inside her, Eames burst out laughing.
- But that's just as well... She brought her hand to the nape of his neck, forcing him to lower his face towards her, and come to take possession of her lips with passion. You told me you'd make love to me all night long.
Make love to her all night long...
Yes, he'd said it, in the heat of the moment.
But if he did that, Eames would end up killing him.
He wasn't twenty anymore, and even then, he wasn't a fiery lover capable of lasting an entire night.
- Bobby... She brought her fingers to her nose, pinched it. You've told me.
Yes, but...
Seeing him hesitate, she wrapped her legs around his waist and began to move her pelvis, making him moan.
- Alex... You...
She brought her hands to his curls, took his lips ardently, intertwined their tongues in a mad dance.
- Let yourself go.
Then, losing all notion of Eames's wiggles, Goren grabbed her by the hips and possessed her fiercely.