With delicacy, Goren placed Eames on the bed, laying her down, and stepped back to look at her.
My God...
Eames was so cute, so fragile right now in her pink panties.
She had her hands over her heart, and was looking at him, her cheeks rosy.
Goren didn't know what to do.
Eames was so young, so innocent.
Could he really sleep with her, at the risk of ruining his youth.
His reason told him to stop, but his heart said no.
He wanted Eames so badly, he forgot the most important thing.
Alex was only fifteen, and she was pure.
Pure of all dirt, of all the wounds of time.
And the idea that she might suffer because of him was unbearable.
He had no right to ruin her youth, even if he cared for her more than anything else in the world.
- Bobby...
At her soft, questioning voice, Goren snapped out of his thoughts, to see an Eames raise her small hand to his face, bring it to his cheek, brush against it.
- What's the matter... You don't want to kiss me anymore.
Not wanting to kiss her...
On the contrary, he was dying to.
And then some.
He wanted to touch her body, taste it.
But he shouldn't, it wasn't right.
- Stop thinking too much...
Stop thinking too much...
And how.
In addition, how had she done it.
She seemed to be reading him like an open book.
But how to stop thinking.
When he was caught in the middle.
The one that wanted to protect her at all costs, and protect his virtue.
And the other, the one that told him to make her his at all costs, so that she was his alone, and nobody else's. And the second option made him feel ashamed of himself.
And the second option made him ashamed of himself.
He had no right to Alex.
- Alex... I...
Eames's little fingers left Goren's cheek, slid down his face and came to rest on his lips, caressing them with infinite gentleness.
- Don't think about anything... Just kiss me.
Think of nothing...
Just kiss him.
That's what he was dying to do.
But could he.
Alex spoke so sweetly, so innocently, that he felt every good resolution crumble, and only wanted to please the little girl lying on the bed.
So he delicately placed himself on top of her, taking care not to crush her.
After all, she was much smaller and twice as thin as he was.
And he didn't want to hurt her.
High above her, he lowered his face to hers, brought his lips to hers.
But even as he kissed her, he couldn't stop thinking that he was about to commit a folly, and shatter all his girlish dreams.
Seeing him absent-mindedly kissing her, Eames decided it was time she took matters into her own hands.
Eames could see that he was having dark thoughts, and she wanted him to think of nothing else but that moment when he was with her.
Then she brought her hands to his ebony curls, buried her fingers in them, forced him to lower his lips further against hers, and forced her lips through, intertwining their tongues in a slow dance.
At the sweetness of this kiss, Goren snapped out of his thoughts and burst into flames.
My God...
The sweetness, the innocence of that kiss, made him lose all notion, forgetting all his thoughts, he wrapped his arms around her waist, pressed her small breasts against his chest, crushing them.
- Oh Lassie... If you only knew...
He pulled away from her lips, to slide his lips down her neck, and when he reached her little breast, he took it in his mouth, sucking hungrily, nibbling her hard little nipple.
- Oh...
At this little moan of pleasure mingled with surprise, he slid his hands down her back, reached her panties, pulled them off and threw them to the floor.
His mouth still very active on her little breast, he brought his hand to her crotch, but she instinctively closed her thighs.
- Bobby... What the...
Good God...
Goren forgot that she was still pure, and therefore didn't necessarily know what he was doing.
He had to be gentle, and patient.
- Don't worry... If you want me to stop...
- No, I don't want you to...
At this cry, Goren felt a deep tenderness for Eames.
- It's just...
Yes, he understood.
He knew.
So he promised himself he'd be the gentlest, the most patient.
And that he wouldn't force or rush things.
He brought his hand to his forehead, caressing it with infinite gentleness.
- I know Alex...
So Goren knew.
He understood her fear.
Her fear of what was new and foreign.
Eames didn't know exactly what was going to happen, and she anguished at the thought of not knowing, and above all, of being hurt.
But she wasn't afraid of Goren.
On the contrary, she was ready to give him anything he wanted tonight.
- I'd like you to go on...
She blushed violently at her own words, all embarrassed.
- You're very sure of yourself... She nodded. My brave Alex.
Gently, he took possession of her lips and brought his hand to her crotch, gently spread her thighs and plunged his hand inside, caressing her little button.
- Bobby... That's...
Scarlet-faced, Eames didn't dare say what she felt.
It was very embarrassing, but little by little, her discomfort turned into something very pleasant, and she couldn't hold back little cries of pleasure from her lips, moving her intimacy over her fingers, and asking for more and more.
- Yes Bobby... Go on.
Well, for a first-timer, Eames was very anxious at first, but also very receptive, and very feisty.
All he wanted was to hear her moan even more under his fingers, under his kisses.
He wanted to make her go crazy for him.
So he pulled away from her lips, and brought them down to her little breast, which he took avidly, sucking it, and accentuating the caress of his fingers to her crotch.
Eames lost all control.
She brought her hands to her ebony curls, moaning more and more.
Suddenly, she felt voluptuousness rising inside her.
She clutched Goren's curls with all her might, arched her back and howled with pleasure.
- Oh Bobby... This is...
At her cry, Goren became so inflamed that all he wanted to do was satisfy her desire and possess her immediately.
But he couldn't.
He wanted to taste every inch of her body, so he parted his lips from her little breast and slid them down her belly.
When he reached her crotch, he withdrew his fingers and plunged his head in.
But Eames closed her thighs before he could do anything.
- No Bobby... What are you doing...
What he was doing...
But he was going to show her.
He brought his hands to her pelvis, lifted her up.
- Let yourself go lassie... You'll like this.
Love it...
And how.
When she didn't know what he wanted to do.
She understood that he wanted to bury his face between her legs.
But why.
In addition, it wasn't right.
It was much too intimate...
Too awkward.
- But...
- ...I promise it will be something very pleasant. You trust me.
Something very pleasant...
His words aroused her curiosity.
What's more, he'd just asked her if she trusted him.
And yes, she did.
So she gave in.
- I'm willing to find out what you want to do to me.
At her words, he placed each of Eames' legs on either side of his face, holding her firmly by the pelvis, grunted, and plunged his face inside her thighs.
- I've been dying to taste you.
At his hot voice, he stuck out his tongue and licked her little button, devouring it.
- Bobby... This is much too embarrassing...
Too embarrassing...
You'll see that in two seconds, you'll totally change your mind.
Eame's gaze fell on Goren, who was looking after her, and gradually she felt a violent sensation that consumed her whole, and all embarrassment vanished.
So much so, that she brought her hands to his curls, and forced him to press his face deeper into her crotch.
My God...
Alex was saying no out of embarrassment, and two seconds later, she was a totally different person, and he was getting a real rush out of her.
For a very scared kid, she was very receptive, and very feisty, and he loved it.
What he had in his crotch confirmed it, so compressed was he in his pants that he just had to get out, to possess her, so much he wanted her, and it was so painful.
But could he take her...
Would she accept.
Would it be too soon.
She was so young.
- Bobby... I'm going to...
My God.
Yes.
He wanted to hear her cum again.
And most of all, he wanted to drink her juices.
- Yes my Alex... Let go.
At her words, Eames arched her back, clutched her curls with all her might, and howled with pleasure.
- Bobby... Come... Yes, come.
At her words, Goren lost all control, parted his lips from her intimacy, and hastily removed his pants, and his boxers, under an Eames who missed nothing of the spectacle, her big hazel eyes shining with desire.
His clothes thrown to the floor, he delicately placed himself right on top of her, and took possession of her lips with ardor.
- I might not be perfect.
Pardon.
Not perfect...
And for what reason.
Why was he telling her that.
- I haven't really had any girlfriends... He blushes violently, embarrassed to admit this to her. But with you it's different... He becomes even more scarlet. I think I'm in love with you.
At this admission, Eames' cheeks turned pink, her lips made a pretty little o, and she felt her heart beat violently in her chest, ready to break.
- I wouldn't want you to be disappointed.
I wouldn't want her to be disappointed...
Eames smiled tenderly.
Despite having had girlfriends, Goren didn't feel very sure of himself.
He was really cute.
It was hard not to fall in love with him.
My God...
At this thought, Eames realized that she wasn't falling in love with him, but that she already did.
So she gently brought her hand to his cheek, caressing it with extreme gentleness.
- You'll be perfect... My very own Bobby.
At his last words, she took his face in her hands, brought her lips to his, brushed against them.
My God...
Goren knew he was lost.
Eames had stolen his heart, and he was at her mercy.
So, gently, he spread her thighs, took her hard member in his hand, and moved closer to her intimacy.
- No... I can't. Eames closed her thighs, preventing her from continuing. I've never done this before. And I'm scared.
At this admission, Goren felt himself melt.
She was so honest, so sweet, so pure.
How could he do this, when she was afraid.
After all, she'd never done anything like this before.
And if he did, he'd be the first.
The ones who would flatter him to a point.
But he couldn't.
If she was scared, and didn't feel ready, better to stop the whole thing.
- You want us to stop.
Stop.
No.
She wanted him to go on.
But she was apprehensive.
- Don't worry, Alex... If you want us to stop... Just say the word.
My God...
So he was ready to stop everything just for her.
No, she couldn't do that.
- I want you to go on...
Seriously...
Eames wanted him to go on.
But he felt a little anguish in his voice.
Could he.
- Bobby... Don't stop.
Very well.
Then gently, he spread her thighs, and came to stand right in the middle, and lowered his hard member to her intimacy, and slowly entered her.
- How narrow you are, Alex...
Narrow...
Of course she was.
But he...
He was much too big, too fat for her, and it hurt like hell.
It was as if her insides were being torn apart.
Eames had only one desire.
Tell him to get out, but she couldn't.
Even so, she wanted him to go on.
So she wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her head against his chest, hiding her pain.
But little by little, the pain turned into something very pleasurable, so much so, that she wrapped her legs around his waist, moving to his rhythm, and let out little cries of pleasure.
- Oh lassie... He was coming in and out of her, squirting his wetness all over her member. It's so good to be inside you.
Slowly, and patiently, he picked up the pace, multiplying his thrusts.
- Bobby... Yes Bobby... Come.
That's all it took for Goren, who grabbed Eames by her little buttocks, pushed his member deeper into her, pounded her.
And suddenly, it was like a flood of pleasure.
He tensed, body shaking with spasms, let out his scream, and delivered his seed into her.
- Oh yes, lassie... It's too good.
At his cry, Eames felt the waves of pleasure wash over her, she arched her back, threw her head back, her chestnut hair cascading over her back, clung to him with all her might, and screamed with pleasure.
- Oh Bobby... Bobby…
Goren dropped back onto Eames, his head against her shoulder, and placed a small kiss on it.
- Alex... It was...
Goren had no words for what he'd felt.
It had been so strong, so intense.
He'd never felt anything like it.
What he'd just done with Eames wasn't sex, it was making love.
It hadn't just been desire, but feelings.
- Bobby... Eames brought his hand to her ebony curls, stroking them with infinite tenderness. Is it true what you told me... He looked up, seeing her blush, and all embarrassed. That you think you're in love with me...
He didn't think he was in love with her.
He was.
Eames had done what no woman had ever managed to do, take his heart.
- Yes... it's true.
At her words, Eames' face flushed with joy.
Then he lifted his face, brought his hand to his forehead and brushed against it.
- Can't you see you've taken my heart... lassie.
Gently, he lowered his face to hers, and took possession of her lips with extreme tenderness.