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Capitulo 74: Olas de sentimientos
Dos palabras.
Simples y inocentes cuando solas. De gran importancia y poder cuando juntadas. Todavía resonaban en su mente, una y otra vez como un eco, comunicándole la información a cada neurona en su cerebro, y resultando in a wave of chills through his body. "I ..."
Leticia under his hands from his face, approaching the bewildered man, nodding. "Yes."
"But, but ..."
Leticia's eyes softened, raising a hand on the man's face in amazement. "Fernando," she smiled, his thumb caressing her cheek gently. "I love you."
"No ..."
Leticia nodded, confident in her recent revelation. "Yes."
the moment Fernando back, Leticia hand falling from his face. He shook his head, severely afflicted. "No, it can be."
"Why?" She asked, trying to approach without scaring the, herself a bit puzzled by his reaction.
"Because ... because if I ..."
"Amara?" She kindly helped.
He paused, staring at her. "I'd tried as you did the last days. These confused, "
" Do not, "she asked, any lost smile.
He was silent, lost in the tone used.
"Do not underestimate what you just confess," she indicated. "I I love you, and for the first time in my life I'm sure of it. I told you not for you to tell me back. I just want you to know, and I understand. To make you understand why I behave as I did. "
" ran away from me because you realize what you really feel for me? "Fernando's face perfect example of the skepticism in his voice.
"Yes," she boldly communicate, his gaze never wavering from the look of it. "I was afraid Fernando. After what I told you about my past, if true, I thought I'd leave, "and before that had a chance to interrupt their anger evident in his face, Leticia quickly added, "And I had not blamed, because I know how difficult it is to live with this truth."
"expecting so little of me?" Fernando asked, hurt, and through his side to sit on the couch again. Leticia
followed, sitting beside her, his eyes on. "I've been looking at still life as people disappoint me."
Fernando held the control of the TV in his hands, giving back and changing it from one hand to the other, their gaze on the TV still on.
"was all he knew," Leticia let you know.
Fernando, iron man, still in place. Finally turning off the TV when Leticia placed his hand on his leg.
"Age?"
Leticia nodded, taking his hand off to see her discomfort. "Yes. Era. Because you showed me otherwise, "she said, tilting her head to meet his dark eyes which were watching TV, now only a dark screen. Leticia squinted, trying to put into words what her heart pounding.
"That night in the hotel, instead of running away, you rocked me in your arms. When I woke sobbing from the nightmare I had, your I clung to your chest and let me mourn. Mourn, mourn, and mourn until I could breathe again. During all that night, I took off your eye on, I fell asleep in a chair next to me when on the bed was more than enough room for both. "She smiled proudly. "Out of respect. I've taken care all the way, since we met. I've been understanding since the beginning of our relationship, patience these days you have avoided, "
" Because you did? "He asked, finally turning his face toward her.
"I've never felt what I feel for you, for anybody," she explained. "I needed time to understand what was happening. At first try to lie to myself, but it was too late, and were stuck here, "she stated, her hand on his heart. "Only that I did not want to do."
"Because you thought I was going to hurt." Insecurities tone while bathing his eyes asked him to tell him otherwise.
"Because I was afraid," she confirmed, noting the revolteo in his eyes. "But for myself," she finished to confess. "I was afraid to ruin everything, I was afraid of not giving me full of love for a rape he left, forever, scars on my soul."
Ferdinand stared, worried, before severing the only link between them, looking down. "Trying to forget."
"also was afraid to rely on someone else who was not me, to deliver my heart that has been abused many times." She smiled, sad but as wide as one of joy. "But what I did not realize is that it is not in one's hands to decide. I was trying to reason with my mind when I should have been listening to my heart. "
Fernando was stubborn, arrested in its position, the pain of their own feelings abused. "I lied." Leticia
could no longer without your sight. "Yes. But you have to understand that just because it just did not know what he was doing! "She was getting desperate. Before, all I wanted was that he did not look at her, but now, was what most wanted. "Everything was a stir, did not know how to act to tell you after, like look into your eyes ... I was embarrassed," she finished counting, lowering his own gaze to the carpeted floor.
"But why not tell me that, why not tell me you needed space, you needed time,"
"And would have reacted?" She asked, surprised to see her look over it again, looking, watching .
"Better to know nothing, and think the worst, "the let you know, your eyes making you shiver with its depth. Leticia
extended his hand, brushing the hair of male arm at his side, trying to stand between the hand available. "Forgive me."
The under its gaze holding hands, covering the woman's hand with his other, finally shaking his head. "I do not know if I can ..." Simple words
when meetings caused a stir in Leticia. Fernando felt a tremor of movement on the part of Leticia, his left hand still hidden in her hands. Fight or flight reflex. A decision which Fernando expected, but he feared that because for most wanted be strong, too, felt something very strong for her, and was not ready to let her go if she decided to flee his side once more. He was not ready to let go but he was not prepared to beg him to stay. It was her decision, and before he could make his own decision on how the reactionary decision, Leticia caught him for the umpteenth time that night.
"For you."
Fernando immediately raised his head, looking into her eyes, "What?"
She smiled. "You asked me before, I came," she explained, straightening a bit more on the sofa, his hand still tangled with theirs. "For more afraid that I have had, I came to give me a chance to be happy, and leave my past as just that, in the past."
Fernando will study his face, his expression, his eyes. He raised his hand, placing it on her cheek, and wiping the track of a lonely tear that had rolled to his lips. The look into her eyes, turning his gaze a crystalline expectantly. He turned his gaze from her eyes to his lips, lonely tear on his upper lip. He smiled before his lips come and join with hers, tasting the salt of her tears with her sweet mouth. He knew how hard it was for her to confess that, how difficult it was for her to get to your door at midnight, and risk for your love.
He had not realized what he had missed his lips, his kisses, the taste until she gave him permission to deepen the kiss, pulling her to him and immediately noticing his state. She shivered in her arms, shy but bold enough to kiss him to continue kissing, and to let the kiss. Apparently he was not the only one who was urged by the contact. He was surprised when she let the fully kissed, kissing in the same way. True, before he kissed her, but never before, never with their tongues speaking their own language, never before with a depth understanding and movement as if it were only the beginning.
slip Feeling his tie around his neck, Fernando stopped, his breathing hard by the lack of oxygen, his eyes blurred with feeling and throbbing pulse in his pants. "Lety ... to ..."
Lety, just as disoriented and weak, I need a few seconds to collect himself, as without enough air to continue. His eyes quickly turn to concern, thinking the worst. "I do not want?" She asked, terrified.
Of course I wanted! What kind of question was that!? He was the first to be aiming for this act which could have done if I had not stopped. More to love her, wanted. A desire that stemmed from passion and frivolity but feelings, affection, trust.
"I understand if not ..."
He watched, watched, and watched, unable to take your eyes. She was nervous, you could tell by the way he bit his lip. She thought he did not want. But it was not true. He wanted, he wanted while his whole body ached. He looked at his lips, puffed as he imagined they were his, her cheeks red with the heat that he also felt, and the way his chest rose and fell, trying to breathe the air that both needed by the I hope that was based on its sides.
"I just thought maybe ... you, if not ..."
She was hesitant, I was doubting that he wanted her after all. But he wanted more so knowing their secrets, their fears and insecurities. He wanted to be her first man. It would not be the first man who would take possession of his body, but if the first man who would love. Without hesitation he wanted to take responsibility for making her feel all the colors of life, make her feel loved, make her feel wanted, make it feel like a woman. He wanted to possess her he was dizzy with the thought of being able to put it under him, stroking his body and kiss every corner while the world taught him a fool he had been unjustly taken away. Had to be the one, and she had shown him that so had decided she had beaten her door that night. She had shown in words during the last hour, just kissing and now, in his eyes.
"Lety?"
"Yes?"
He approached, around her waist with one hand. "Shut up," he asked tenderly, lifting his chin with his hand available and kissing her, catching her lower lip between his own, sucking, tasting and biting before opening his mouth with his tongue, his thumb crossing her cheek as she melted into his arms.
Up, down, side to side. There was a corner into his mouth that he did not ran. Every move, every contact by short circuit, and simultaneously giving you goose bumps, each wave of chills up the other. Fernando
bit his lower lip, chin and walking kissing his jaw with his tongue, a path to his ear to his neck. His hand slowly fell from her cheek to her neck, his neck to his chest, and just as his hand brushed over her breast, he felt when she was startled.
"Are you sure?" He asked, leaving his neck momentarily to look into her eyes.
She smiled, her eyes lighting up with a clarity that had never before seen. I had no fear, no suffering, but love and trust. And she wanted to happen the following, without any doubt in your face. But uncertainty by Fernando must have seen his face for Leticia then smiled broadly, raising his hands up to that will help in removing the blouse. Ferdinand
stare in amazement. She was giving him permission to continue, he had already given her heart, for now, give up your body, take on completely without inhibitions, without restrictions. He smiled, flashing only once before deciding, rather than for comfort, ease, he arose, puzzling until caught her in her arms, her gaze never wavering, taking it to the master bedroom. She deserved the best possible experience, and was sure it was.
The lay slowly. He smiled, standing beside the bed, feeling his excitement at seeing his chest rise and fall, witnessing as he unbuttoned his shirt buttons one by one.
The first button ...
She looked into his eyes. Shy at first, feeling ashamed for wanting to see him look like he was undressing her.
Second
button ...
His eyes diverted to the buttons, his movement drawing it maliciously slow like bees to honey. She stood up slightly on the bed, his elbows pushed into the pillow for support, meeting his eyes. Third
button ... He smiled with his eyes, his eyes sharp as ever but now, now his eyes reflected her intense desire. A desire that she realized, with the grin, which is also reflected on their own. Fourth
button ...
A heat ran inside, settling in the pit of his stomach to see it off the next button, licking his lips by its sudden dryness. Fifth
button ...
The white of the shirt he wore under his shirt against blue illuminated was about to fall. With only the dim light penetrating the room doorway, Leticia could admire the man who had in front with a golden glow.
sixth and last button ...
Leticia bit her lip when she saw him unbutton the last, gleaming each bare shoulder slowly dropping his shirt to the ground. There he was, against her, to love. His breathing was choking in his throat the moment you saw him take the corners of the shirt and flip over his head, letting it fall to the ground in the pile had begun.
The tense as she felt the moment the delicately placed on it. Some chills walking her arms as she closed her eyes, her mind remembering past issues. She was scared, his mind running away with the unknown yet known sequence of events.
words would not be enough to calm her, to comfort, then use the only other way, demonstrations. He captured her lips between his, slowly letting her participate, feeling as she relaxed under it. Fernando's hands caressing her face, coming to rest in his hair, soft and smelling of spring. She slowly
give in, kissing in the same way, needing your kisses to guide her, only to breathe away from them, sometimes removing the air on, his mouth, to feel alive, to feel her heart beating, your lungs, your body awakening . I wanted it, and let out an involuntary moan as he felt the desire to have it against his leg. She surrounded the neck with your arms, letting the follow kisses to her neck, giving a revolteo in the stomach to feel your body vibrate with the desire to have him. With eyes closed just as she felt her blouse is opened from the bottom up, carefully and slowly, his hands resting on his stomach the first, helping to calm down a path of kisses to her ear, followed by whispers encouraging. Waves of chills swept his body so that when the hands of Fernando came to clear the open shirt, his chest was ready for him, her nipples awake with single touch of your thumb on them.
Ya. No. More.
could not go. It was the first but it just felt like it bent in the hope that their privacy was required. He was burned while kissing her breast, her blouse and bra on the floor forgotten. His hands clawed back from him, tilting her head back while he caressed her, kissed her, his lips had just! She thought it could have fainted with the single touch of his jeans that Fernando was inadvertently trying to reach his belt and black pants off now, molested them both.
Belt is opened, the clinking metal. Leticia Then I hear the whisper of the zipper open and Fernando lips on hers again. His mouth burned by contact, swollen with the desire that his body had now, and quite weak for the warmth of your skin. She hugged him, feeling his nakedness against his own, both breasts burning their hands on the back of the man who extended their desperate kisses. His body involuntarily arching against him, seeking relief, which the treatment to give when he dropped his pants and underwear with one hand, helping her get rid of them with his legs.
He smiled against her mouth, cocky.
She was relaxing, gaining confidence by the way she played. At first I was little contact, almost nothing, his hands at his sides, his mouth the only participant. How many more kisses were his hands that hung him, scratching his back and discharging electricity through his body. Following were the same hands that slipped from her hair while to mourn for the scandalous kisses gave him on his chest, grabbing and pulling her hair to continue. Now his legs, clasping with yours to undress completely, rubbing against so that did not stop.
He turned to put on it, now completely naked, his penis against her jeans, a stifled groan blooming Leticia's lips to feel so close.
She brought her hands to remove her jeans when Fernando left off, bringing hands up above his head.
"Not yet," he whispered, capturing the lobe of his left ear to her lips, making her shiver again, starting over. His kisses visiting her neck, her lips, her cheeks, her eyelids, all while slowly rubbing against her, stifling her moans with his mouth, his hands slipping from her hands to her face, her chest, her stomach, her waist.
"Please Fernando," she asked, her eyes closed through the painful pleasure that gave him. Slowly
Leticia felt her jeans were loose when opened, the zipper reaching its limit. She raised her hips to take them off when stopped her, pushing her hips back on the bed with his body, his hand sliding beneath her underwear.
Leticia's eyes turned from their sockets as he felt his hand into it, a cold sweat stifling their ability to speak, involuntary spasms trying to catch the hand of Fernando instead, it supports your long absence.
"Fernando ..."
Fortunately, Fernando took pity on her, undoing the last clothes he wore. Leticia clenched his eyes shut, waiting, feeling the male body suspended above it. He stopped before proceeding, extending over it to the top drawer of his desk, wearing a condom to protect both.
"Leticia, look at me." He stroked her cheek, waiting for his eyes to continue. He needed her to look, to be watched when the entered it, who loved his eyes as with their bodies. She slowly opened
his eyes, finding it on her, her eyes moistening her desire to feel dangerously close. "Make me yours, Ferdinand. Please ... "she asked, lifting her hips to touch your body needed to burn.
He smiled, getting off to his lips, his tongue entering her mouth while penetrated, slowly deepening the delight of being in it. He felt as she dug her nails on his back, leaning toward the office, enjoying the new experience with a pleasurable moan about your ear. He started slow, safe, settling into her, making sure not to damage, and enjoy making at most with his way of kissing her, trying to reach every corner of her body while her hips danced and enjoyed in their own way.
She tried to hold his gaze to the final, but at some point so much emotion blindness made her close her eyes, overwhelmed with everything I felt, and never thought he could feel. The rhythm against her hips stopped and she let out a moan.
"Leticia, look at me," he asked, stopping pain, was so close. The two were so close. "I want to watch me. I look at you when both reach the climax. "
She tried to move against him, seeking the pace was stopped but stopped her with his hands, hoping that abide by their orders. So with difficulty she opened her eyes, staring into my eyes, desperate to continue, continue. With only more movement and ensure that your body could explode, just like him, by the way the muscles in his arms contracted. Only a movement, just one. She meandered under him, looking for the pace he had long coveted.
He smiled, leaning over her to cover her lips with him, thrusting hard, and drowning her cry into his mouth. Spasms shooting inside her while also reaching into heaven. The term with bated breath, body reassuring her under the little by little, trying to let her enjoy every last spasm before leaving it, unwilling and longing to stay like this forever.
He stroked her hair by placing his hand on his chest, taking away the strands of wet hair that hid his face from view. He smiled, giving him a peck kiss.
"I love you."
She crossed her arms over her chest, looking up at him in the eye, training a new smile.
"I know."
Dos palabras.
Simples y inocentes cuando solas. De gran importancia y poder cuando juntadas. Todavía resonaban en su mente, una y otra vez como un eco, comunicándole la información a cada neurona en su cerebro, y resultando in a wave of chills through his body. "I ..."
Leticia under his hands from his face, approaching the bewildered man, nodding. "Yes."
"But, but ..."
Leticia's eyes softened, raising a hand on the man's face in amazement. "Fernando," she smiled, his thumb caressing her cheek gently. "I love you."
"No ..."
Leticia nodded, confident in her recent revelation. "Yes."
the moment Fernando back, Leticia hand falling from his face. He shook his head, severely afflicted. "No, it can be."
"Why?" She asked, trying to approach without scaring the, herself a bit puzzled by his reaction.
"Because ... because if I ..."
"Amara?" She kindly helped.
He paused, staring at her. "I'd tried as you did the last days. These confused, "
" Do not, "she asked, any lost smile.
He was silent, lost in the tone used.
"Do not underestimate what you just confess," she indicated. "I I love you, and for the first time in my life I'm sure of it. I told you not for you to tell me back. I just want you to know, and I understand. To make you understand why I behave as I did. "
" ran away from me because you realize what you really feel for me? "Fernando's face perfect example of the skepticism in his voice.
"Yes," she boldly communicate, his gaze never wavering from the look of it. "I was afraid Fernando. After what I told you about my past, if true, I thought I'd leave, "and before that had a chance to interrupt their anger evident in his face, Leticia quickly added, "And I had not blamed, because I know how difficult it is to live with this truth."
"expecting so little of me?" Fernando asked, hurt, and through his side to sit on the couch again. Leticia
followed, sitting beside her, his eyes on. "I've been looking at still life as people disappoint me."
Fernando held the control of the TV in his hands, giving back and changing it from one hand to the other, their gaze on the TV still on.
"was all he knew," Leticia let you know.
Fernando, iron man, still in place. Finally turning off the TV when Leticia placed his hand on his leg.
"Age?"
Leticia nodded, taking his hand off to see her discomfort. "Yes. Era. Because you showed me otherwise, "she said, tilting her head to meet his dark eyes which were watching TV, now only a dark screen. Leticia squinted, trying to put into words what her heart pounding.
"That night in the hotel, instead of running away, you rocked me in your arms. When I woke sobbing from the nightmare I had, your I clung to your chest and let me mourn. Mourn, mourn, and mourn until I could breathe again. During all that night, I took off your eye on, I fell asleep in a chair next to me when on the bed was more than enough room for both. "She smiled proudly. "Out of respect. I've taken care all the way, since we met. I've been understanding since the beginning of our relationship, patience these days you have avoided, "
" Because you did? "He asked, finally turning his face toward her.
"I've never felt what I feel for you, for anybody," she explained. "I needed time to understand what was happening. At first try to lie to myself, but it was too late, and were stuck here, "she stated, her hand on his heart. "Only that I did not want to do."
"Because you thought I was going to hurt." Insecurities tone while bathing his eyes asked him to tell him otherwise.
"Because I was afraid," she confirmed, noting the revolteo in his eyes. "But for myself," she finished to confess. "I was afraid to ruin everything, I was afraid of not giving me full of love for a rape he left, forever, scars on my soul."
Ferdinand stared, worried, before severing the only link between them, looking down. "Trying to forget."
"also was afraid to rely on someone else who was not me, to deliver my heart that has been abused many times." She smiled, sad but as wide as one of joy. "But what I did not realize is that it is not in one's hands to decide. I was trying to reason with my mind when I should have been listening to my heart. "
Fernando was stubborn, arrested in its position, the pain of their own feelings abused. "I lied." Leticia
could no longer without your sight. "Yes. But you have to understand that just because it just did not know what he was doing! "She was getting desperate. Before, all I wanted was that he did not look at her, but now, was what most wanted. "Everything was a stir, did not know how to act to tell you after, like look into your eyes ... I was embarrassed," she finished counting, lowering his own gaze to the carpeted floor.
"But why not tell me that, why not tell me you needed space, you needed time,"
"And would have reacted?" She asked, surprised to see her look over it again, looking, watching .
"Better to know nothing, and think the worst, "the let you know, your eyes making you shiver with its depth. Leticia
extended his hand, brushing the hair of male arm at his side, trying to stand between the hand available. "Forgive me."
The under its gaze holding hands, covering the woman's hand with his other, finally shaking his head. "I do not know if I can ..." Simple words
when meetings caused a stir in Leticia. Fernando felt a tremor of movement on the part of Leticia, his left hand still hidden in her hands. Fight or flight reflex. A decision which Fernando expected, but he feared that because for most wanted be strong, too, felt something very strong for her, and was not ready to let her go if she decided to flee his side once more. He was not ready to let go but he was not prepared to beg him to stay. It was her decision, and before he could make his own decision on how the reactionary decision, Leticia caught him for the umpteenth time that night.
"For you."
Fernando immediately raised his head, looking into her eyes, "What?"
She smiled. "You asked me before, I came," she explained, straightening a bit more on the sofa, his hand still tangled with theirs. "For more afraid that I have had, I came to give me a chance to be happy, and leave my past as just that, in the past."
Fernando will study his face, his expression, his eyes. He raised his hand, placing it on her cheek, and wiping the track of a lonely tear that had rolled to his lips. The look into her eyes, turning his gaze a crystalline expectantly. He turned his gaze from her eyes to his lips, lonely tear on his upper lip. He smiled before his lips come and join with hers, tasting the salt of her tears with her sweet mouth. He knew how hard it was for her to confess that, how difficult it was for her to get to your door at midnight, and risk for your love.
He had not realized what he had missed his lips, his kisses, the taste until she gave him permission to deepen the kiss, pulling her to him and immediately noticing his state. She shivered in her arms, shy but bold enough to kiss him to continue kissing, and to let the kiss. Apparently he was not the only one who was urged by the contact. He was surprised when she let the fully kissed, kissing in the same way. True, before he kissed her, but never before, never with their tongues speaking their own language, never before with a depth understanding and movement as if it were only the beginning.
slip Feeling his tie around his neck, Fernando stopped, his breathing hard by the lack of oxygen, his eyes blurred with feeling and throbbing pulse in his pants. "Lety ... to ..."
Lety, just as disoriented and weak, I need a few seconds to collect himself, as without enough air to continue. His eyes quickly turn to concern, thinking the worst. "I do not want?" She asked, terrified.
Of course I wanted! What kind of question was that!? He was the first to be aiming for this act which could have done if I had not stopped. More to love her, wanted. A desire that stemmed from passion and frivolity but feelings, affection, trust.
"I understand if not ..."
He watched, watched, and watched, unable to take your eyes. She was nervous, you could tell by the way he bit his lip. She thought he did not want. But it was not true. He wanted, he wanted while his whole body ached. He looked at his lips, puffed as he imagined they were his, her cheeks red with the heat that he also felt, and the way his chest rose and fell, trying to breathe the air that both needed by the I hope that was based on its sides.
"I just thought maybe ... you, if not ..."
She was hesitant, I was doubting that he wanted her after all. But he wanted more so knowing their secrets, their fears and insecurities. He wanted to be her first man. It would not be the first man who would take possession of his body, but if the first man who would love. Without hesitation he wanted to take responsibility for making her feel all the colors of life, make her feel loved, make her feel wanted, make it feel like a woman. He wanted to possess her he was dizzy with the thought of being able to put it under him, stroking his body and kiss every corner while the world taught him a fool he had been unjustly taken away. Had to be the one, and she had shown him that so had decided she had beaten her door that night. She had shown in words during the last hour, just kissing and now, in his eyes.
"Lety?"
"Yes?"
He approached, around her waist with one hand. "Shut up," he asked tenderly, lifting his chin with his hand available and kissing her, catching her lower lip between his own, sucking, tasting and biting before opening his mouth with his tongue, his thumb crossing her cheek as she melted into his arms.
Up, down, side to side. There was a corner into his mouth that he did not ran. Every move, every contact by short circuit, and simultaneously giving you goose bumps, each wave of chills up the other. Fernando
bit his lower lip, chin and walking kissing his jaw with his tongue, a path to his ear to his neck. His hand slowly fell from her cheek to her neck, his neck to his chest, and just as his hand brushed over her breast, he felt when she was startled.
"Are you sure?" He asked, leaving his neck momentarily to look into her eyes.
She smiled, her eyes lighting up with a clarity that had never before seen. I had no fear, no suffering, but love and trust. And she wanted to happen the following, without any doubt in your face. But uncertainty by Fernando must have seen his face for Leticia then smiled broadly, raising his hands up to that will help in removing the blouse. Ferdinand
stare in amazement. She was giving him permission to continue, he had already given her heart, for now, give up your body, take on completely without inhibitions, without restrictions. He smiled, flashing only once before deciding, rather than for comfort, ease, he arose, puzzling until caught her in her arms, her gaze never wavering, taking it to the master bedroom. She deserved the best possible experience, and was sure it was.
The lay slowly. He smiled, standing beside the bed, feeling his excitement at seeing his chest rise and fall, witnessing as he unbuttoned his shirt buttons one by one.
The first button ...
She looked into his eyes. Shy at first, feeling ashamed for wanting to see him look like he was undressing her.
Second
button ...
His eyes diverted to the buttons, his movement drawing it maliciously slow like bees to honey. She stood up slightly on the bed, his elbows pushed into the pillow for support, meeting his eyes. Third
button ... He smiled with his eyes, his eyes sharp as ever but now, now his eyes reflected her intense desire. A desire that she realized, with the grin, which is also reflected on their own. Fourth
button ...
A heat ran inside, settling in the pit of his stomach to see it off the next button, licking his lips by its sudden dryness. Fifth
button ...
The white of the shirt he wore under his shirt against blue illuminated was about to fall. With only the dim light penetrating the room doorway, Leticia could admire the man who had in front with a golden glow.
sixth and last button ...
Leticia bit her lip when she saw him unbutton the last, gleaming each bare shoulder slowly dropping his shirt to the ground. There he was, against her, to love. His breathing was choking in his throat the moment you saw him take the corners of the shirt and flip over his head, letting it fall to the ground in the pile had begun.
The tense as she felt the moment the delicately placed on it. Some chills walking her arms as she closed her eyes, her mind remembering past issues. She was scared, his mind running away with the unknown yet known sequence of events.
words would not be enough to calm her, to comfort, then use the only other way, demonstrations. He captured her lips between his, slowly letting her participate, feeling as she relaxed under it. Fernando's hands caressing her face, coming to rest in his hair, soft and smelling of spring. She slowly
give in, kissing in the same way, needing your kisses to guide her, only to breathe away from them, sometimes removing the air on, his mouth, to feel alive, to feel her heart beating, your lungs, your body awakening . I wanted it, and let out an involuntary moan as he felt the desire to have it against his leg. She surrounded the neck with your arms, letting the follow kisses to her neck, giving a revolteo in the stomach to feel your body vibrate with the desire to have him. With eyes closed just as she felt her blouse is opened from the bottom up, carefully and slowly, his hands resting on his stomach the first, helping to calm down a path of kisses to her ear, followed by whispers encouraging. Waves of chills swept his body so that when the hands of Fernando came to clear the open shirt, his chest was ready for him, her nipples awake with single touch of your thumb on them.
Ya. No. More.
could not go. It was the first but it just felt like it bent in the hope that their privacy was required. He was burned while kissing her breast, her blouse and bra on the floor forgotten. His hands clawed back from him, tilting her head back while he caressed her, kissed her, his lips had just! She thought it could have fainted with the single touch of his jeans that Fernando was inadvertently trying to reach his belt and black pants off now, molested them both.
Belt is opened, the clinking metal. Leticia Then I hear the whisper of the zipper open and Fernando lips on hers again. His mouth burned by contact, swollen with the desire that his body had now, and quite weak for the warmth of your skin. She hugged him, feeling his nakedness against his own, both breasts burning their hands on the back of the man who extended their desperate kisses. His body involuntarily arching against him, seeking relief, which the treatment to give when he dropped his pants and underwear with one hand, helping her get rid of them with his legs.
He smiled against her mouth, cocky.
She was relaxing, gaining confidence by the way she played. At first I was little contact, almost nothing, his hands at his sides, his mouth the only participant. How many more kisses were his hands that hung him, scratching his back and discharging electricity through his body. Following were the same hands that slipped from her hair while to mourn for the scandalous kisses gave him on his chest, grabbing and pulling her hair to continue. Now his legs, clasping with yours to undress completely, rubbing against so that did not stop.
He turned to put on it, now completely naked, his penis against her jeans, a stifled groan blooming Leticia's lips to feel so close.
She brought her hands to remove her jeans when Fernando left off, bringing hands up above his head.
"Not yet," he whispered, capturing the lobe of his left ear to her lips, making her shiver again, starting over. His kisses visiting her neck, her lips, her cheeks, her eyelids, all while slowly rubbing against her, stifling her moans with his mouth, his hands slipping from her hands to her face, her chest, her stomach, her waist.
"Please Fernando," she asked, her eyes closed through the painful pleasure that gave him. Slowly
Leticia felt her jeans were loose when opened, the zipper reaching its limit. She raised her hips to take them off when stopped her, pushing her hips back on the bed with his body, his hand sliding beneath her underwear.
Leticia's eyes turned from their sockets as he felt his hand into it, a cold sweat stifling their ability to speak, involuntary spasms trying to catch the hand of Fernando instead, it supports your long absence.
"Fernando ..."
Fortunately, Fernando took pity on her, undoing the last clothes he wore. Leticia clenched his eyes shut, waiting, feeling the male body suspended above it. He stopped before proceeding, extending over it to the top drawer of his desk, wearing a condom to protect both.
"Leticia, look at me." He stroked her cheek, waiting for his eyes to continue. He needed her to look, to be watched when the entered it, who loved his eyes as with their bodies. She slowly opened
his eyes, finding it on her, her eyes moistening her desire to feel dangerously close. "Make me yours, Ferdinand. Please ... "she asked, lifting her hips to touch your body needed to burn.
He smiled, getting off to his lips, his tongue entering her mouth while penetrated, slowly deepening the delight of being in it. He felt as she dug her nails on his back, leaning toward the office, enjoying the new experience with a pleasurable moan about your ear. He started slow, safe, settling into her, making sure not to damage, and enjoy making at most with his way of kissing her, trying to reach every corner of her body while her hips danced and enjoyed in their own way.
She tried to hold his gaze to the final, but at some point so much emotion blindness made her close her eyes, overwhelmed with everything I felt, and never thought he could feel. The rhythm against her hips stopped and she let out a moan.
"Leticia, look at me," he asked, stopping pain, was so close. The two were so close. "I want to watch me. I look at you when both reach the climax. "
She tried to move against him, seeking the pace was stopped but stopped her with his hands, hoping that abide by their orders. So with difficulty she opened her eyes, staring into my eyes, desperate to continue, continue. With only more movement and ensure that your body could explode, just like him, by the way the muscles in his arms contracted. Only a movement, just one. She meandered under him, looking for the pace he had long coveted.
He smiled, leaning over her to cover her lips with him, thrusting hard, and drowning her cry into his mouth. Spasms shooting inside her while also reaching into heaven. The term with bated breath, body reassuring her under the little by little, trying to let her enjoy every last spasm before leaving it, unwilling and longing to stay like this forever.
He stroked her hair by placing his hand on his chest, taking away the strands of wet hair that hid his face from view. He smiled, giving him a peck kiss.
"I love you."
She crossed her arms over her chest, looking up at him in the eye, training a new smile.
"I know."
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