A sudden snap, I moved immediately, escaping that trap, totally shocked.
- How dare you? - I yelled enraged.
blacks Two eyes stared at me provocatively, a defiant smile on those lips, teeth white highlighted by amber skin. I ordered the hair gel, in order to smooth the sides of the face, white shirt, pants blacks, the bow tie undone.
- I always thought it was a passionate woman, I have had confirmation! - Said ironically.
- What is not is his business Raul! - I snapped.
taste smiled, shaking his head, never stop staring:
- What? Cullen did not look like enough to meet alone on a terrace in the dark? - Advancing towards me, forcing me to back off.
- What do you want? - Shaken beyond belief.
- Nothing yet. I'll wait for the opportune moment - in a provocative way.
What was he saying? What was she referring?
watched his broad shoulders, muscular, perfect, sculpted his abdomen, his powerful hands. He had changed a lot, seemed decreased in the exclusive world of New York City.
- will wait in vain. I love my husband madly - leaning against the railing.
- Not for long -
sighed deeply:
- There is nothing I do not know him - confident.
smiled again
- Are you sure? - Sarcastic.
What did he mean?
- This conversation makes no sense. And if you do not want to end up with a swollen face, I think it is better to fall. Edward will be here soon - the pitch hard and dry.
- what it was. . . one of his tricks erotic? -
- Do not apply to you! - I snapped, frowning.
not tolerate the insolence, the lack of respect.
- I realize it may be difficult for a woman resist such a man sexually attractive. But I hope that one day for her to come to your senses. . . and realize what despicable lies behind that artifact screen. . . -
- He's insulting the man I love, and that I married. Do not let him! -
- Isabella time to time. So wait. I just wanted to thank you again for what he has done for me. E 'because of her today, I can point to the vice president of Carlton Communications - the blacks in my eyes, and then flashed on my breast, hesitate on those curves thus exposed, a sigh, a sort of bitter smile. I saw him leave, returning to the hotel.
I inhaled deeply, her heart throbbed fiercely.
How dared provoke me in that way, insult the man I loved more than my own life?
A strange uneasiness pervaded my soul.
I tried to drive out in any way that image, those words. Froze thoughts. Trying to think of that being extraordinary that made my life so ridiculously full, exciting.
I looked to the sky, the moon obscured by clouds extracts of black tar.
Nessuna costellazione visibile. Nessuna luce.
Mentre un vento freddo mi colpì in pieno viso. Mi strinsi nella stola, in attesa.
Di sicuro era stato trattenuto da qualcuno, ormai era un personaggio influente, di certo non l’avrebbero lasciato andare con tanta facilità.
Un fruscio veloce, il suo profumo ad invadermi le narici.
Il suo corpo caldo contro la mia schiena, le sue mani perfette sul mio ventre:
- I missed you so much. . . - A hot whisper in my ear.
Inarcai the neck, resting her head on his shoulder, enjoying the tight embrace.
sighed heavily, while her soft lips resting on the neck, in a trail of kisses full of sensual desire.
And I heard the frantic pulsar blood in his veins, because only he could give me those feelings only, captivated my senses lead me in the dark depths unbridled eroticism.
- Non ho fatto altro che pensare a te, alle tue dita sul tuo clitoride, alle tue labbra socchiuse, mentre ti davi piacere. . . - la sua voce roca, eccitata.
Le sue mani a sollevarmi la gonna, giungendo sulla mia intimità bagnata, sul clitoride gonfio allo spasimo, eretto all’inverosimile sotto quelle dita intente ad eccitarlo con maestria, afferrandolo fin dalla radice, sollevandolo verso l’alto, masturbandolo come fosse un piccolo pene.
- Oh. . . dio Edward. . ti prego. . .- un lamento tra i gemiti che affioravano senza sosta sulle mie labbra.
I was already at the limit. While I felt his erection against my full buttocks, pushing to tighten. I pushed the pelvis backward, rubbing against her sex, offering it to him, feverish and excited, I wanted to take me, that I possessed beyond all limits.
- Do you want Isabella purposes? -
While those fingers clasped around my suddenly erect, pressing firmly.
- Yes! - A scream, stifled between moans.
Those fingers moved deftly on the lower back, creeping between her legs, to collect other moods, then go back to the top, descend, ascend in a slow torture, exhausting, and arched my pelvis increasingly hands resting on the balustrade.
-It 's what I wanted that night, owned, to make you mine until the spasm - while I heard him fumble on the opening of the pants, in a moment I felt Committee member strong, soft, warm against my entrance, moving the penis between his moods, wet, per poi scivolare improvvisamente all’interno, riempiendomi totalmente.
- Ah! - gemiti incontrollati, suoni inarticolati che si fusero con i suoi mugolii, mentre il suo respiro divenne veloce, ansante.
- Oh Cristo! - una spinta fortissima, per poi uscire fuori completamente, un istante, rientrare di nuovo, lo sentivo nel ventre, fin sotto lo stomaco.
Lo sentii uscire all’improvviso, le sue dita a bagnarsi ancora tra le mie gambe, per poi ritornare a lambire l’altro ingresso, con insistenza, Gently, firmly, to go into the index, chills very strong, intense shock down my spine into the legs, while I groaned ceaselessly.
A rustle, a sound. . . I froze, turning suddenly.
- Are you with me. . . the world there is Isabella! - His voice firm, while continuing his torture.
- Touched. . . -
While I felt the glans wet thoroughly, place yourself on that tiny entrance, pushing forward, slowly.
- Lo vuoi Isabella? - la sua voce gutturale, densa di piacere.
- Oh si! -
Portai le mie dita sul clitoride, masturbandolo con foga, mentre brividi fortissimi si irradiavano nelle gambe, che presero a tremare, facendomi perdere l’equilibrio.
Sentivo il suo glande dentro me, scivolare lentamente in avanti, mi sentivo piena, completa, nonostante il dolore lieve.
- Signor Presidente? - una voce male, was approaching.
He stopped instantly, pushing forward, silk slip quickly to my feet, his penis against my bare buttocks, squeezed my to himself, pretending to flirt so romantic.
- Yes? - said, turning slowly.
- Lord, I apologize but the are waiting for the closing speech -
The man, probably an employee organization, remained behind in the shadows.
- Yes. . I'll be right. . . - His voice remarkably controlled despite the storm of the senses that was raging within us.
is rearranged in a second member in his boxers, buttoning his jacket, drew me to her, feverishly gluing her lips to mine, his tongue plunged into my mouth, uninhibited, erotic and intrusive.
- I will die while waiting to make you mine. . . - un sussurro erotico sul mio orecchio.
La sua mano intrecciata saldamente nella mia, mi trascinò fin dentro il salone, dove una marea di persone distinte ci accolse con un applauso scrosciante. Sentivo le guance arrossate, cercando di coprirmi in ogni modo, sperando che nessuno si accorgesse di nulla.
Lo vidi salire imperturbabile sul piccolo palco, e nonostante non fosse previsto dall’etichetta, formulò un discorso straordinariamente brillante sulla necessità di modificare i tassi d’interesse, al fine di prevenire le bolle speculative così frequent and damaging to the financial market. Briefly outlined what would be his plan of action, while enthusiastic applause rose continuously in the room.
Despite the storm of the ways that upset yet every fiber of my body, I tried to hold off that throbbing clit that is crying out for his satisfaction, while my lower back felt deceived and abandoned.
watched those willing female faces in the front row, their insistent gaze upon him, the alluring smiles, never turn away. Beautiful women, definitely daughters, wives and offspring of the capitalist bourgeoisie and not New York, hung on his every word. . . admired from that perfect body, from the charm so refined, elegant, cultured, brilliant.
inhaled, blocking my thoughts. Averting my gaze. I turned around, trying to distract me, while Edward is maintained with the highest in the sector, being very available.
I approached the buffet, trying to eat something. Once again I was at the center of attention: I looked, two dark eyes peering at me were, in a corner. Froze the breath, trying to show me indifferent.
- She's a charming woman Isabella. . . deserves much more than a bastard like that -
Incama all the air possible, while a superhuman rage was taking possession of my being:
- Raul So, what is the His problem? - said softly.
- None. It was a simple observation -
It went even further, came across those dark eyes, fixed on mine, persistent, deep, full of repressed anger. I watched his well-defined lips, full, his face with regular features, a special charm, as his elegant bearing.
The chalice in his hands, took a sip, never taking his eyes off me, from my body, her irises to move quickly on every inch of my body.
- Will you stop staring at me like that? - I snapped.
- Excuse me, I did not want to embarrass. . . But I can not keep my eyes away from her -
- Come on Raul, I do not think this is the only woman in this room, in short, look around! -
Another step, dangerously close, his hand to stop the wrist
- Nothing like you. You are a sweet woman, stubborn, intelligent, humble and extremely exciting. . . and passionate - his voice had become deep, mellifluous.
Parted lips. . . Turning my eyes in the crowd, trying desperately Edward.
Suddenly a hand to grab mine, dragging me back:
- Let it be my wife you bastard! -
A violent blow, a crash of dishes, knocking on the table. I felt a pull to be superhuman strength, I found myself in a few seconds in a limousine, bound for home. He was facing me, looking grim, staring outside the window, not a word.
He opened the door, walking towards the living room. He took off his jacket, I saw him pour the brandy, then sit in front of the fireplace.
I was standing there, undecided whether to go to him or room. I chose the second option. I began to undress, wearing comfortable pajamas, the erotic ambition had vanished altogether.
I sat in bed, his back, trying to sleep. Difficult task.
hours passed, until non udii i suoi passi nel corridoio, il fruscio dei vestiti mentre si spogliava, lo scroscio della doccia. Il suo profumo a riempire la stanza, le coperte scivolare, mentre si metteva a letto.
- Scusami Isabella. . . - le sue parole, un sussurro dolcissimo alle mie spalle.
Mi voltai, era disteso accanto a me, quei due smeraldi intensi e profondi a penetrarmi l’anima.
- Perché tanto odio?-
Sospirò pesantemente, closing his eyes.
He approached me, his lips touching mine, his breath warm, scented on my face:
- I do not hate him. I just want to stay away from you -
- It 's just jealousy? O there something else? -
- I can not stand someone touching you even dare to look -
A deafening silence, endless moments, eyes in the eye. was enough.
his body against mine, our legs intertwined, I held her, urgently, passionately, with extreme need.
sigh That warm, inviting lips still touch my imperceptibly:
- Say you'll never leave me. . . -
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