Goren forced his way past Eames's lips to intertwine their tongues in a frenzied dance, as he brought his hands to Eames's nightdress and pulled it up her body.
When he reached the height of her head, he pulled away from her lips, pulled her over his head, threw her to the floor, and returned to take her lips.
- Oh my Alex...
He brought his hands to her panties, and eagerly removed them to join the nightgown.
- This is how I love you... He brought his fingers to her breast, kneaded it, and titillated her hard little nipple. All naked.
At his words, Eames pinked with pleasure.
She reached for her shirt button, unbuttoned it, but Goren put his hand on hers, stopping her gesture.
- But I want...
He placed a finger on her lips, caressed them, and silenced her, a big smile on his lips.
- Tonight... I'll take care of everything.
He withdrew his fingers from Eames, to take her face between his hands, and lowering her face to his, took possession of her lips with ardor.
- I'm going to undress... He stepped aside, got off the bed, and put his hand to the button of his shirt, under an Eames who couldn't take her eyes off him. But then expect to sleep through the night.
At this hint, Eames blushed violently, turned scarlet and nodded.

So Goren wanted to make love to her all night long.
At the thought, she burst into flames, just waiting for that.
Then she turned her attention back to Goren, who had already taken off his shirt and was lying on the floor, revealing a virile torso.
He reached for his pants, but turned away.
Ah no.
It wasn't fair.
She wanted to see him naked too.
So why was he turning his back on her.
- And me... I'm not allowed to see you naked.
At Eames' words, Goren blushed violently.
It wasn't that he didn't want her to see him naked.
But strangely enough...
Tonight, he was feeling all shy and awkward.
- Bobby... Turn around.
Turn around...
Eames wasn't serious.
He didn't dare.

- Don't tell me you've become a prude.
From Goren's silence, Eames knew she'd been right.
No.
It wasn't possible.
Goren had become a prude.
How could it be possible.
He'd never been a prude to her.
And now...
Yes.
And why.
- Very well... I promise not to look.
Was it true...
Could he trust her.
Hesitantly, Goren removed his pants and shorts, which joined Eames' nightdress and panties, as well as his shirt, and turned around.
But contrary to what Eames had promised, there she was, her big hazel eyes wide open, staring intently at him.
- You lied.
Eames couldn't take his eyes off her, letting her gaze roam over his entire body.
- Anyway... I like looking at you.
Oh, yes…

Goren could see that.
She let her gaze roam over every part of his body, her big hazel eyes burning him whole, lighting an inferno inside him.
- Come and join me...
Eames patted the spot next to her on the bed, inviting her.
At this invitation, Goren moved towards the bed, and when he reached her height, he sat down on it, making the mattress sag under his weight, and forgetting all modesty, in front of an Eames sitting cross-legged, the tips of her breasts erect, Goren brought his hands to Eames' waist, lifted her up, drew her against him, and positioned her sitting on his thighs, wrapping his legs around her waist.
- That's how I want you, lassie.
- I'm not...
Gently, he took possession of her lips, silencing her.
At the softness of the kiss, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressed her breasts against his chest.
He brought his hands to her buttocks, grabbing them, lifting her pelvis.
- Alex... I couldn't wait...
Eames nodded, blushing with pleasure.

She brought her hand to Goren's crotch, took his hard member in her hand, spread his thighs, and brought him closer to her intimacy, brushing them, much to Goren's delight, who moaned.
- You always know what I want.
Oh yes, I do.
She knew exactly what Goren wanted.
She knew his tastes by heart, tastes they had in common.
- Alex... I...
She didn't give him time to finish, as she lowered her intimacy onto his member, taking him inside her.
- How tight you are.
Of course she was tight.
He'd always been the only man in her life.
And therefore the only one she'd ever made love to.
And it wasn't because she'd had Lucy that that would have changed anything.
Did he forget that he was too big, and that three-quarters of the time, it hurt, every time he came inside her.
But not this time.
This time, she felt no pain.
Which without hesitation, made her move her intimacy on his member, to Goren's great pleasure, who moaned.
- Oh Alex... I love it so much when you get off on me.

He grabbed her buttocks, moving and joining in with Eames, who clung to him, moaning.
- Oh Bobby... Yes...
He brought his hand to the nape of her neck, forced her face down to his, brought her lips to his, brushed against them.
- My little girl... Just...
She brought her hands to his ebony curls, forced her teeth through, intertwined their tongues in a tongue dance, unleashing herself at a fiery pace on his member.
My God...
Eames was going to lose it.
Her wetness spurted over his member.
The sound of their two sexes, becoming one.
Goren was losing all control.
And if he didn't hold back, he'd already have cum inside Eames.
But above all, he wanted her pleasure.
To see her go wild on his member, and above all, to see her get off.
He loved it, when the pleasure overwhelmed her, it was something fascinating.
- Bobby... I'm going to…

Goren grabbed Eames by the buttocks and thrust deeper into her, pounding her.
Eames lost all control and restraint, unleashing himself on her member.
Eames arched her back, threw her head back, her chestnut hair falling halfway down her back and shoulders, while Goren tensed, his body shaking with spasms, gave her one last thrust, delivered his seed into her, and the two of them brought their faces together, to take possession of their lips and muffle their cries.
My God...
It had been so intense.
He was still turning over.
He and Eames had...
Gently, he pulled away from her lips to rest his forehead against hers.
- Alex... We've...
Eames nodded, his cheeks pink.
- At the same time.
At Eames's words, Goren went completely scarlet.
My God...
It was the first time he and Alex had had an orgasm at the same time.
It had never happened before.
And Goren had to admit, he'd loved it.
- Bobby... Eames put his hand on the back of Goren's neck and brushed against it. I've cut ties with my father.
Pardon.
Goren must have heard wrong.
Eames had cut ties with his father...
It wasn't possible.

- I should never have doubted you. She lowered her face, not daring to look at him, ashamed. And not believing what my father said.
No.
Goren didn't want that.
Eames was ashamed.
When she had no reason to be.
It was her father alone who was responsible.
And no matter how much Jonathan Eames had hurt her.
He couldn't let Eames cut ties with her father.
After all, he was a father too, and he understood that Jonathan Eames had just wanted to protect his daughter.
Gently, he brought his hand to Eames's chin, forcing her to raise her face to him.
- Alex... You can't cut your father off.
Can't cut ties with her father...
And why.
What's more, Eames couldn't understand why Goren was telling her this.
He should have been delighted that she was cutting ties with her father, given the hurt he'd caused her.
But no, it was just the opposite.
- But after what he did to you.
Goren put his finger to Eames' lips, a small smile spreading across his face, and shook his head in denial.
- You can't do that...
She couldn't do that.
When he'd destroyed her life.

Eames was at a loss.
Instead of being delighted that she'd cut ties with her father, Goren wanted her to go back to talking to her father.
It made no sense at all.
- Alex listens... I know what your father did... He caressed her lips, which he couldn't take his eyes off. But he did it to protect you. He let his fingers slide down her neck, making her shiver. Maybe I'd do the same with Lucy.
Eames looked at him, speechless, stunned, by the words Goren had just uttered.
It must have been hard for her to hear.
And yet...
She could see the seriousness in Goren's eyes.
But how could he accept her going back to her father.
Granted, she understood that he was a father too, and that he would protect Lucy.
But Eames was sure he would be different.
And that he'd give the boy who seduced their daughter a chance.
- Alex... Promise me you'll talk to your father.
No, I won't.
Goren couldn't ask that.
It was out of the question.
Seeing the pout on Eames' lips, Goren decided it was time to change the subject and do something more pleasant.
And he knew what.
But there was nothing to stop him from returning to the subject later.
And with a little insistence, maybe Alex would come to realize that maybe he wasn't wrong.
He slid his fingers down her throat to rest them on her breast, which he took with his full hand, kneading it, and titillating the small hardened tip of his fingers.
- Bobby... What are you doing…

He brought his lips close to hers, brushing against them.
- I've got something else on my mind, as you can see, kiddo.
At his words, and the caress of Goren's fingers on her breast, Eames became completely engulfed.
She brought her hands to her ebony curls, deepened their kisses, and moved her intimates, on Goren's member that was already hard, and still inside her.