- Why did you ask me to meet you here... And especially, so late.
Goren sat on the bench, watched Eames pacing up and down, grumbling.
. And what kind of way is this to throw this pebble out of my window with a note attached to it... She stopped, and clutched the large pebble in her hands. That's the biggest you've got.
Not bigger...
Uh...
What can I say.
He'd tried to find a medium-sized pebble, but all he'd found was this pebble, and it was, how shall I put it, far too big for his tiny hands, which barely covered it.
- Alex... Have you noticed anything strange...
Something strange.
No, not really.
Except that her sister spent three quarters of her time away from home, going into town to meet her new boyfriend.
To the point where she didn't even have him on her back.
Sion hadn't noticed.
- If it's about my big sister...
- No.
What do you mean, no.
So who was Goren talking about.
Apart from his sister and her absence, Eames couldn't see.
- Your father gives us insistent looks... And he's always talking about you.
Insistent glances...
Her father never stopped talking about her.
My God...
But yes, Goren was right.
She always got those insistent looks during dinner, whenever she had the misfortune to answer Goren, or just when she laid eyes on him.
But she didn't care.
Her father could make those big, reproachful eyes of his, it didn't make her hot or cold.
But she didn't know that he talked to Goren about her all the time.
- He gently made me understand... that it was better to stay away from his last daughter.
Name of God...
Her father wouldn't dare.
And yet, he was quite capable of it.
In addition, he'd warned her to stay away from Goren.
And against his advice, she had continued, and even worse, she had slept with him.
If her father found out, it would be bad for her and Goren.
But Goren was careful, so his father would never guess what was going on between them.
- I made it clear in my own way that I didn't like clingy, annoying lassie.
Pardon.
Had she heard Goren's words correctly.
Clingy...
And annoying.
He hadn't dared say that.
- You think I'm clingy... And annoying...
Good God...
Of course she was.
That's what made her so charming.
- Since that's the way it is... She threw the pebble in anger to the ground, and turned away. I'm going home.
Oh no, you're not.
He wasn't going to let her go.
Yes, he'd brought her here to talk to her, but he had a completely different idea in mind.
So he put his hand to her wrist and pulled her against him, wrapped his arm around her waist and buried his face against her firm little breasts.
- Oh yes... A very clingy kid... And very annoying. He raised his brown eyes to her face. But I like it.
Pardon.
He said she was an annoying, clingy lassie, and he liked it.
Had he lost his mind.
- Your father tried to trap me like any good policeman. A conspiratorial smile played on his lips. But I foiled his trap.
Good God...
So in saying that, Goren had been telling the truth to his unsuspecting father.
- Why lie... He took her hand in his, brought it to his lips, brushed against it. Especially with my repartee... He ran his lips up her wrist, sticking out his tongue to make circles on her satiny skin. Your father saw nothing but fire.
At this caress, this tongue on her wrist, Eames became completely inflamed, and let out a little moan.
At her whimper, he smiled, brought his hands to her hips, lifted her off the floor, and settled her, her small rounded buttocks on his powerful thighs, and placed each of his legs around her waist.
- Anyway... I can't help getting closer to you.
He brought his hand to the nape of Eames' neck, gently forcing her to raise her face to his, bringing her lips to his.
- But you said... Lassie... Annoying and clingy.
A big, mocking smile spread across Goren's lips, and he arched an eyebrow, causing Eames to feel anger sweep over her.
- I'm not...
She couldn't finish her sentence, as he took her lips in his stride.
- Yes, you are... And that's what I like about you.
He forced his way in with his teeth, intertwining their tongues in a frenzied dance.
With the ardor of their kiss, their tongues and saliva entwined, Eames forgot all anger, to let passion win her, and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressed her small breasts against his chest.
- Alex... He pulled away from her lips, his brown eyes shining with desire. I can touch you.
Pardon.
Touch her.
Here.
Goren wasn't serious.
It just wasn't possible.
Especially since there was a risk of them being caught.
And if we did, it would end badly for her and Goren.
- Bobby we can't... We might get caught.
Name of God...
She was the kid, and she was the sensible one.
But he needed her, here and now.
- Please, Alex.
At her plea, Eames didn't feel brave enough to refuse her.
Every time, as soon as he used her first name, she'd give in.
And just like every time, she was going to give in again.
It wasn't fair.
Goren was doing what he wanted with her.
He was taking advantage of her weakness, which was none other than himself.
But she loved him, and would do anything to please him.
- I'm want well.
At her agreement, and with impatience, he slipped his hands under the skirt of her nightgown, ran his fingers up her thighs, caressed her satiny skin, making her quiver, and she didn't take her eyes off his hands, and when he reached the fabric of her panties, he pulled them off, and threw them to the floor.
- I haven't stopped thinking about you and your body all day... Kid.
- I'm not...
She couldn't finish her sentence, as he plunged his hand inside her crotch, and caressed her little button, making her moan.
Name of God...
But she was already soaking wet.
- But you're all wet... Kid.
Eames blushed violently at the husky, lust-filled voice that spoke her words.
Yes, she was.
And it was his fault.
Whenever he had the misfortune to look at her, to touch her, she would burst into flames, and her body would no longer respond.
But to do that here...
It really wasn't safe.
If they were caught.
- Can't we go to my room...
Go to her room...
No.
It was simply impossible.
He couldn't last that long.
He wanted her here, now.
Goren took her chin between his fingers, forcing her to lift her face towards him, and took her lips avidly, accentuating the caress of his fingers on her little button.
At this kiss, and the caress of his fingers in her little secret garden, Eames lost all notion, clutched her neck, and moved her pelvis, savoring the gentle caress of his long, slender fingers that gave her pleasure.
- Oh Bobby... Yes... Yes...
My God...
Feeling her clinging to him, moving over his fingers, her wetness spurting, Goren couldn't get enough of desire, to the point where he could only think of one thing, to possess her.
- Alex... I won't be able to wait.
At this admission, her cheeks pink with pleasure, she nodded, inviting him in.
Then he reached into his fly, opened it, plunged his hand inside his pants, pulled out his hard member, took it with his full hand, and gently spread her thighs, moved closer to her intimacy, placed himself well underneath.
- Alex... Take me inside you.
Then hesitantly, her face flushed, she lowered her intimacy onto his hard member, and gently anchored herself.
But the pain was searing, and she stopped, grimacing in pain.
My God...
But it still hurt.
She'd thought it would get better the second time, but it didn't. It was still painful.
It still hurt.
And that was normal.
Goren was too well hung for a girl like her, and of her size.
Was he dreaming, or did he see pain on Eames' face...
My God.
Don't tell me.
No, anything but.
Would that mean that on her first time, she'd been in pain, but hadn't told him.
If that was the case, and he hadn't noticed, he was being selfish.
- You're hurting... Alex...
Yes, she was hurting.
But how could she tell him without hurting him, she felt like her insides were being torn apart.
In addition, it wasn't his fault he was too well hung.
- Alex... Look at me... She lifted her big hazel eyes to his face, where they showed a deep concern, mingled with pain. Did it hurt last night...
She smiled tenderly at his concern.
- Yes, at first... But then it was very pleasant.
Name of God...
So Eames had been in pain.
And he, like an egotist, had seen nothing.
More importantly, he'd hurt her.
The first time was supposed to be something pleasurable, not painful.
How could he make it up to her.
Wasn't it too late.
And why hadn't...
Why hadn't she told him to stop, when she was hurting.
She should have.
Because he would have stopped everything.
- You should have told me I was hurting you... Eames shook his head in denial. But you were in pain. He brought his hand to her cheek, caressing it with infinite gentleness. Love must be something soft.
Yes, it had hurt.
But not for long.
Afterwards, it had been very pleasant.
And he spoke to her so gently, worrying about her well-being.
How could she have stopped, when she was so madly in love with him.
And ready to give him everything.
- I know you'll make sure I don't suffer anymore.
At her own words, Eames turned completely scarlet.
Then, gently, Goren brought his lips to her forehead, brushed against it.
- We can stop if you want...
Yes, she knew.
But no, she didn't want him to stop.
She wanted to go on, even if it hurt at first.
- I want to continue what we started.
Very well.
Then he would continue to please her.
But only on one condition: no more pain.
- Alex... He brought his hands to his hips, and plunged his brown eyes shining with gravity into her hazel gaze. I'll help you take me. She nodded. But slowly.
He grabbed her by her little buttocks, and with a nod from Goren, Eames lowered her intimacy as Goren continued his ascent into her, and she took him deeper.
Eames bit her lip to stop herself wincing, and him not seeing that she was in pain.
- Alex... You've...
She took his face in her hands and crushed her lips to his, silencing him.
She began to lie down slowly, trying by all means to forget the pain.
Seeing that she was in pain, and that she was trying to hide it from him, being a very bad actress, so that he wouldn't stop, he decided to take over, and join in her rhythm, lifting her pelvis, and lowering it, going in and out of her.
At this initiative, Eames gradually felt the pain evaporate, to be replaced by this very pleasant sensation, which made her moan.
- Oh Bobby... It doesn't hurt anymore... She clung to him. In fact, it's very pleasant.
She moved faster and faster on his member, her wetness spurting out, driving him mad with desire, and moaning.
- Oh yes... Lassie... Keep it up.
Crazy with desire, and unleashing herself on his member, she took possession of his lips with ardor, and clumsily intertwined their tongues in a mad dance.
At the awkwardness of the kiss, Goren lost all control.
He grabbed her round little buttocks, accentuated his thrusts and pounded into her.
- Oh Bobby... Yes... Come...
That's all it took for Goren, who tensed up, his body shaking with spasms, let out his scream, and delivered his seed inside her.
- Oh Alex... Forgive me for not being able to hold back.
At this admission, and especially at her scream, she arched her back, threw her head back, while Goren put his hands on her back to keep her from falling, and looked at her, all amazed, screaming with pleasure.
- Oh Bobby... This is too much...
He put his hand to the back of her neck, raised her head, and gently took her lips, stifling her cry.
Name of God...
This girl was so fiery, so wild in his arms, that he couldn't get enough of her, and all he wanted to do was make love to her again and again.
- Bobby...
At her name, he snapped out of his thoughts, ashamed that he'd become so obsessed.
- What's is he there...
What was there...
How could he tell her without sounding like a pervert.
Would misjudge her...
If she knew the truth.
- I... She nodded, a small smile on her lips swollen by his kisses, and just begging to be plucked again. I want to make love to you again.
At her flushed face, and her words said with such embarrassment, Eames smiled, tenderized.
She brought her hand to his cheek, brushed against it.
- I'd like to.
Pardon.
He'd heard her right.
Had she just given him her consent, for him to make love to her again.
But could he...
It might still be painful.
- And if you're in pain.
She shook her head in denial, and moved her pelvis, re-hardening Goren's member inside her.
But strangely, this time, it was less painful.
- It almost doesn't hurt anymore.
Was it true...
Goren could read all the sincerity in her big hazel eyes as she gazed at him.
So, with gentleness, he brought his hands to her hips, and moved inside her, moving to her rhythm.