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Chapter 85: Cereal and Nudity
Risa.
Off. Slow. But steady.
Fernando was delayed a moment to understand where I was, finally opening their eyes to read 12:14 on the clock on the table beside him. He was lying on his stomach on the bed. But it was his bed. It was softer, purple sheets. His were red. He closed his eyes, running a hand over his face to remove the last vestiges of sleep.
And there it was again. Lety's laugh ...?
Flipping to the other side of the bed to find the empty space. But not this woman sleep? The last time I had spent the night together, the first time, also was found away from it. But as far as he knew, not snoring.
Again the quiet whisper of her laughter was heard. Fernando was only then that he noticed the bedroom door almost closed. By turning toward her, caught a fine light falling on its halfway legs covered.
Leticia was in the middle of the sofa, legs crossed beneath him, with a bowl in his lap, his right hand holding a spoon and the control of the TV in the other. She laughed softly, trying not to disturb the sleep Fernando, lowering the volume a bit more to make sure.
"What are you doing?"
The presence of his voice made her give a little jump, turning towards him, she was surprised even more. His back straightened, his eyes widened and incoherent noise will get stuck in your throat. "Fernando! These naked! "
Fernando who had looked in the bedroom to find her, now could be found leaning on the wall behind her. And if, with a tour of his eyes, Fernando was definitely bare ass naked. As God had brought into the world. Fernando, who is not bothered by his nudity, watched to make sure before you shrug. "Yeah, so what?"
Leticia who had been speechless, had to try to open and close the mouth several times before urging him to put on something before hiding behind their hands open.
Fernando, confused by his request, was left standing there for a moment to see if he really meant it before dragging his feet in the bedroom again. Fernando came back to find just hidden Leticia behind their hands than before. "Better?" He asked, unsure, not knowing that was due to his sudden shyness. Leticia
slowly separate your hands from his face, nodding blush to see him dressed in his underwear. She then turned her gaze to the program that caused him to laugh, stepping aside from the sofa to see Fernando approach.
He sat beside her, his eyes on it to see it collected far from it. Fernando realized her discomfort so turned his attention to the program that was better job. "What are you doing up?"
She relaxed against the back of the sofa, shaking his head to look at the contents of your bowl. "I could not sleep," she said with a sad smile, his tone, saying all that his face is not reported.
"Bad dream?"
She raised her eyes and look for a fraction of a second before lowering her gaze again. If he knew. "Something like this ..." she chose to tell.
Fernando nodded, understanding. I did not want to talk about it. Was fine. The turning towards the TV again, supporting his elbows on his knees, when I hear the spoon making contact with the bowl in his hands. "What you eat?" He asked over his shoulder.
She finally smiled shyly and faceless grief. Her coquettish Lety had returned. "Cereal. Want? "She asked, holding out the bowl.
he approaches, looking at the contents of the bowl before looking up and smiling, opening his mouth to give him a spoonful.
She turned her eyes, before giving fun and give it in the mouth, hard look at your lips when you remove the spoon from the middle. His eyes enjoying the movement of your jaw, the sound of their teeth to make contact with the food, the movement of your throat by eating. She bit her lower lip, looking swallowing saliva sudden dryness in her throat.
He grinned, turning to the program who had returned from shopping. "What do you see?"
"The Time of Laughter," she said quietly, settling the hair to make the flush on her ears were not visible.
"Ah, you laugh so much," Fernando joking, laughing slightly at a joke that the protagonists on the scene had chosen. Leticia
I look away, guilt overpowering. "I wake you?"
The evening turned to look at her when she stopped, seeing the concern that afflicted their expression. "No." She smiled
. He was so beautiful, liar, but also beautiful. She knew that he would deny it for their own good, and she could not help but wanting more. "You want more? "she told him, lifting a spoonful.
Another more commercial. No more cereal. Leticia
leave the bowl on the coffee table before breathing deeply and stretching your hands up, accommodating more on the couch.
"Lety?"
She turned toward him, smiling. "Yes?"
"because it reacts as it did when I came along?"
The smile on his lips disappeared, his eyes finding his lap. "You were naked ... Fernando."
"Yes, nude. Just like the other times we made love. "
She shook her head. "It's not the same." His voice was barely audible.
"Explain."
She raised her eyes and met his dark eyes, and he shrugged a shoulder. "I ... never had seen a man like that." His blush appearing on her cheeks, giving heat. Fernando
frowned slightly. "But we made love, how ...?"
"I've always closed my eyes," she confessed, embarrassed, looking towards the other room. "I just felt ..."
"So you never ... or when ..." He paused. But not fast enough. Asshole. Ni when you'd say you were raped. Double asshole. He only hoped she did not understand well.
She turned to look at him and shook his head. Of course he understood well. "Neither."
He would not touch that topic, so I left it, nodding. Both eyes had been united until the program came back from commercial. Leticia turned to see when Fernando found the control. "Come," he asked, turning off the TV and getting up.
"Where?" She asked, taking his hand out to rise also, keeping the chest to chest. The thin fabric of his pajamas is not protecting the radiated heat. O perhaps the heat was yours?
Fernando smiled, dragging behind him toward the bedroom.
Risa.
Off. Slow. But steady.
Fernando was delayed a moment to understand where I was, finally opening their eyes to read 12:14 on the clock on the table beside him. He was lying on his stomach on the bed. But it was his bed. It was softer, purple sheets. His were red. He closed his eyes, running a hand over his face to remove the last vestiges of sleep.
And there it was again. Lety's laugh ...?
Flipping to the other side of the bed to find the empty space. But not this woman sleep? The last time I had spent the night together, the first time, also was found away from it. But as far as he knew, not snoring.
Again the quiet whisper of her laughter was heard. Fernando was only then that he noticed the bedroom door almost closed. By turning toward her, caught a fine light falling on its halfway legs covered.
Leticia was in the middle of the sofa, legs crossed beneath him, with a bowl in his lap, his right hand holding a spoon and the control of the TV in the other. She laughed softly, trying not to disturb the sleep Fernando, lowering the volume a bit more to make sure.
"What are you doing?"
The presence of his voice made her give a little jump, turning towards him, she was surprised even more. His back straightened, his eyes widened and incoherent noise will get stuck in your throat. "Fernando! These naked! "
Fernando who had looked in the bedroom to find her, now could be found leaning on the wall behind her. And if, with a tour of his eyes, Fernando was definitely bare ass naked. As God had brought into the world. Fernando, who is not bothered by his nudity, watched to make sure before you shrug. "Yeah, so what?"
Leticia who had been speechless, had to try to open and close the mouth several times before urging him to put on something before hiding behind their hands open.
Fernando, confused by his request, was left standing there for a moment to see if he really meant it before dragging his feet in the bedroom again. Fernando came back to find just hidden Leticia behind their hands than before. "Better?" He asked, unsure, not knowing that was due to his sudden shyness. Leticia
slowly separate your hands from his face, nodding blush to see him dressed in his underwear. She then turned her gaze to the program that caused him to laugh, stepping aside from the sofa to see Fernando approach.
He sat beside her, his eyes on it to see it collected far from it. Fernando realized her discomfort so turned his attention to the program that was better job. "What are you doing up?"
She relaxed against the back of the sofa, shaking his head to look at the contents of your bowl. "I could not sleep," she said with a sad smile, his tone, saying all that his face is not reported.
"Bad dream?"
She raised her eyes and look for a fraction of a second before lowering her gaze again. If he knew. "Something like this ..." she chose to tell.
Fernando nodded, understanding. I did not want to talk about it. Was fine. The turning towards the TV again, supporting his elbows on his knees, when I hear the spoon making contact with the bowl in his hands. "What you eat?" He asked over his shoulder.
She finally smiled shyly and faceless grief. Her coquettish Lety had returned. "Cereal. Want? "She asked, holding out the bowl.
he approaches, looking at the contents of the bowl before looking up and smiling, opening his mouth to give him a spoonful.
She turned her eyes, before giving fun and give it in the mouth, hard look at your lips when you remove the spoon from the middle. His eyes enjoying the movement of your jaw, the sound of their teeth to make contact with the food, the movement of your throat by eating. She bit her lower lip, looking swallowing saliva sudden dryness in her throat.
He grinned, turning to the program who had returned from shopping. "What do you see?"
"The Time of Laughter," she said quietly, settling the hair to make the flush on her ears were not visible.
"Ah, you laugh so much," Fernando joking, laughing slightly at a joke that the protagonists on the scene had chosen. Leticia
I look away, guilt overpowering. "I wake you?"
The evening turned to look at her when she stopped, seeing the concern that afflicted their expression. "No." She smiled
. He was so beautiful, liar, but also beautiful. She knew that he would deny it for their own good, and she could not help but wanting more. "You want more? "she told him, lifting a spoonful.
Another more commercial. No more cereal. Leticia
leave the bowl on the coffee table before breathing deeply and stretching your hands up, accommodating more on the couch.
"Lety?"
She turned toward him, smiling. "Yes?"
"because it reacts as it did when I came along?"
The smile on his lips disappeared, his eyes finding his lap. "You were naked ... Fernando."
"Yes, nude. Just like the other times we made love. "
She shook her head. "It's not the same." His voice was barely audible.
"Explain."
She raised her eyes and met his dark eyes, and he shrugged a shoulder. "I ... never had seen a man like that." His blush appearing on her cheeks, giving heat. Fernando
frowned slightly. "But we made love, how ...?"
"I've always closed my eyes," she confessed, embarrassed, looking towards the other room. "I just felt ..."
"So you never ... or when ..." He paused. But not fast enough. Asshole. Ni when you'd say you were raped. Double asshole. He only hoped she did not understand well.
She turned to look at him and shook his head. Of course he understood well. "Neither."
He would not touch that topic, so I left it, nodding. Both eyes had been united until the program came back from commercial. Leticia turned to see when Fernando found the control. "Come," he asked, turning off the TV and getting up.
"Where?" She asked, taking his hand out to rise also, keeping the chest to chest. The thin fabric of his pajamas is not protecting the radiated heat. O perhaps the heat was yours?
Fernando smiled, dragging behind him toward the bedroom.
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