white flakes falling slowly, to muffle any noise. His hand in mine, squeezed, twisted, the two transparent jade and diamond forever outstretched in search of my eyes. . . a sweet smile on those perfect lips, a tenderness only at times embarrassing. A puppy helpless, in need of pampering, security, disarming in his candor, that turned into a demon provocative, compelling, sex-hungry, whose eroticism mesmerized my senses.
an absurd dualism in which two species coexisted so opposite, so far. . . and yet belonging to a single being, that wonderful being who I chose to have by my side all my life, I loved and loved to madness.
It was late afternoon, cold air penetrated al di sotto del cappotto, tra i lembi di stoffa strappata del mio abito leggero. Mi strinsi nelle braccia, cercando di coprirmi alla meglio, districandomi dalla sua stretta.
- Hai freddo?- il suo sguardo apprensivo.
- Un pò. . . -
- Scusami. . . -
Abbassò lo sguardo, come pentito di quell’assalto erotico.
Lo guardai accigliata, per poi sorridergli:
- It 's been singular. . . unforgettable and terribly exciting - ammiccai.
- He's talking about the past Miss Hottie. . . What makes you believe it's over? - a crooked smile on that sweet face.
A poisonous mix for my proven ways.
sighed, raising his eyes to heaven
- Eight orgasms in the morning seem a little Mr. Cullen? -
- can be considered a surrender? - Snickering amusement. As if to mock me.
froze my feet, looking at him wrong:
- No way! - I snapped. While the opening of the coat appeared a breast, showing suddenly fuller, firmer. I saw his eyes resting lynx sudden nipple on that very hard. I saw him fumble, the lips parted in search of oxygen.
- What is it Mr. President, you have lost your password? - Provocai.
I saw those two green lights look red hot: I gave a quick look at the parts available, was the limit.
- Risks purposes here you Isabella. . . You know that I would have no problem! - Through clenched teeth.
sighed again, taking up the hand, speeding up the pace.
- Wait! Oh my god, look how cute! - A wagon peddler who was expressing plush puppies.
I began to touch them, to Squeeze, to feel the softness.
He was beside me, his breath hanging:
- And since you like plush Miss Hottie? - Strange.
- Oh. . . as a child! -
- Well, what do you want? -
- Uhm. . I do not know. . . is so hard to choose! No. . . the kitten. . . oh but look at the tiger, like you so much! -
The schioccai a quick kiss on the lips. While a devilish grin on his face had suddenly appeared.
- How much does it take to these two? - Asked the salesman who looked at us puzzled.
- Ten dollars sir-
took his wallet, pulling out $ 20:
- Good. . well take the rest. . . -
- Oh thank you sir! - a toothy smile, his hand raised in waved that showed no signs of stopping, as we walked away.
His arm around her waist, seemed to spur them on the sidewalk. Lacked a hundred yards before reaching the gate.
admired on the right and left of the colored lights that lit up the windows, the myriad of Christmas trees on display everywhere, with the most glittering and varied decorations. It was all so magical. . . so romantic.
- The Christmas tree! - I stopped in front of a store that exposes all sizes.
I frowned:
- What? -
- The Christmas tree. . . is our first Christmas together, we should make one! -
I saw him sigh, looking up to heaven
- Isabella Oh Christ! Is it possible that you suddenly felt like buying everything you see? -
I smiled to myself, I enjoyed a world provoke. He had that strange ticking on the jaw, a sign of extreme nervousness. I knew exactly what was impatient, and what was impatient. But it was my little revenge.
- We already have a home? - I asked curiously.
He looked at me shaking his head
- No! -
- Wow! Then take this! We take it real love? True? Tell me about it. . . please! - pointed to an artificial tree of two meters, filled with huge, slightly from the ends capped. It was beautiful, as I had always wanted.
He looked at me in between the stunned and resigned
- Yes. . sure. . . if you just love it! -
He entered the shop, I saw him come out with a small receipt.
- I will bring them tonight-
- Wow! - I threw my arms around him, coat opened again, my bare breasts against the fabric of his shirt.
When I moved away, was half purple. . . quell'erezione and had become ungovernable.
- Can we go now? - Impatiently.
I nodded, flashing a smile. He looked at me, smiling, he's my happiness. Then shook his head. Continued our journey down the red carpet that adorned the sidewalk, a fast pace. . . few details of the decorations, vintage balls with a red background thirties.
- Oh. . . Edward! Look how wonderful! -
I did not hear any reaction. I turned around, was there, motionless, staring at me exhausted, speechless.
- Are you okay love? -
-Never been better! - ironic.
- Oh well. . . I'm sorry - I invited him to walk. This time he was not moving.
- Edward? -
- What do you like. . . What would you like? -
- Oh, no. . . leave it alone. . . will be for another time-
- Isabella! - His commanding voice, his look grim.
He pulled me by the arm, coming into the store filled with decorations of all kinds. Taken to choose the balls of all sizes, the same kind, full of enthusiasm, as he held up the trash.
- Edward. . . Lights -
- Huh? -
- Lights. . . there will take many, our tree to be bright! -
continued to shake his head, seemed amused of my excitement:
- Dove. . . where I? - looked around, bewildered. And I could have sworn it was the first time he found himself struggling with a Christmas tree.
- they are, after all-
- What color you want them? - His voice in the distance.
- Blank. . . small ones! -
I saw him fall from the shelves, grab the packages, read it and then put in the basket five. Smiles of taste, it was so surreal to see the President Cullen, a wonderful man feet high and eighty-six centimeters, lying in the Christmas decorations in search of something.
- Do you have enough? - Was behind me.
- Oh. . . I think it is - another quick kiss on those soft lips. Again, my breasts offered to his view, his green eyes flashed upon them, excited, I saw them roll in their sockets, I heard him sigh.
I turned, smiling, fun, being careful to not let me see.
- Oh Edward! The crystals are the gems! -
- What? -
- Look! - I was always attracted to those transparent drops reflecting the light beams in a myriad of glittering. I looked at the price of sixty dollars each . They were Swarowsky. I looked down, closing the mouth.
- What is it? - Asked frowning.
- No Edward. . . go to the cash-
pay a very high, those balls vintage pieces were limited. . . Collectors. I should have expected it from a store near Fifth Ave I was shocked to find out that cost thirty dollars each.
inhaled, watching Edward no problem pulling out his credit card while I watched with my eyes off the job to fill the bag.
- What's. . . you dislike the most? - Asked confused.
- Oh. . be sure that I like. . . -
sighed, shaking his head.
When we got outside, I felt his warm arm around her waist:
- Isabella, I know how difficult it is for you, but we do not have money problems. So please, do not be ashamed in want something that you like, even if it costs a lot -
- I do not think I ever will get used to -
- Yes But for the decoration of our Christmas tree can make an exception! -
I watched him, he was happy, peaceful, smiling.
- I love you - I told him in a faint voice.
- I love you - a whisper on my lips, a quick kiss full of love.
continued walking, I pause and watch the fun window displays of thong underwear that showed off Christmas for men: red, laminated, a triangle to contain the draw, the rest naked. . . I stopped in front of a mannequin on which was on display in a thong flap was designed on a Christmas package with a lot of raised red bow. . next to a trunk instead, yet another feather. . . my god they were so funny!
- Cosa ti fa sorridere cosi di gusto miss Hottie?- mi guardava stranito.
- Sono spettacolari! Mio dio. . . questo ti starebbe da dio! - indicando quello col pacchetto - anche se forse. . per le dimensioni neanche ci starebbe -
Un sorriso sghembo comparve su quel volto splendido:
- Tu credi abbia bisogno di cose simili?-
- Uhm. . . adesso che ci penso. . . sei senza mutande! - lo tirai per un braccio, entrando nel negozio, that was huge, lingerie, lingerie for every taste and every kind, everywhere.
- What. . . What the hell? - I heard him mutter.
- Shut up. . . and walk! -
Straight men's underwear department, past on display on a display of a multitude of briefs ranging from those of Christmas. . . also fragrant.
She stared at me in between the fun and fear, not knowing exactly what to expect.
- Oh no. . . scented no, they also have a good fragrance - continued to rummage among those thong hanging on crutches, looking for something special.
I saw him smile, lowering his eyes, terribly embarrassed at hearing those words.
pulled out a shiny red laminate, followed by a thong obscene to support him with three stripes and a triangle in front of black velvet:
- Uhm. . . should fit. .. We go in the cabin test! -
- Cosa?- il sacchetto con le palline cadde a terra, in piedi, i suoi occhi spalancati, la bocca aperta, prese a scuotere la testa - Oh no. . . non penserai mica che. . . -
- Andiamo su! - non lo feci finire che già l’avevo sospinto all’interno del corridoio dei box prova, che si susseguivano uno dietro l’altro, all’infinito. Scelsi uno degli ultimi. Sapevo bene cosa fare.
- Non. . non crederai che. . .? -
Chiusi la porta, porgendogli i due oggetti osceni dall’alto:
- Zitto e fai in fretta. . . torno subito! - risoluta.
Mi divertivo da morire: non l’avevo mai visto così imbarazzato. Edward Cullen, il dio del sesso, era in difficoltà estrema.
Andai di corsa in cerca di qualcos’altro. . . svoltai a destra quando fui colpita da qualcosa alla mia sinistra: lingerie da uomo in pelle nera, cinture, fasce con catene, borchie. Fui colpita da un boxer aderente in pelle nera, lucido, morbido, con delle borchie in metallo sui bordi della cucitura anteriore .
Lo immaginai sul suo corpo perfetto, che non aveva nulla da invidiare a quel pezzo di plastica su cui era adagiato. . . ingoiai a vuoto.
Chiesi alla commessa dove potessi trovarlo. . . in un nanosecondo fui davanti al camerino di prova, lo aprii e . . .una visione surreale, inimmaginabile. La sua splendida erezione riempiva splendidamente quel tanga in velluto nero. . .
- E’ questo che volevi no?- a metà tra l’imbarazzato e il divertito.
Senza parole, boccheggiavo.
- Proof. . . try this. . . I beg you - holding out that boxers in black leather.
lift him up, watching carefully, I noticed his eyes change instantly:
- Oh Christ. . . Enough! - I rubbed his hands, throwing it angrily to the ground.
- Edward. . . thing. . . What's the matter? - The heart began to beat wildly.
A reaction absurd, strange and disproportionate.
- Do not feel like Isabella! - Was removing the loincloth, nervously. I saw his erection swinging full force as a result of his movements. . . my god. . it was so erotic.
I was there, impaled, not knowing what to do:
- Edward. . . because you act like this? If you did not like the genre enough to say that! - I tried to stay calm.
not answered. Puffing as he tried to put on his pants.
- but got nothing, while you get on something. . . -
- No! -
inhaled, putting my hands on his chest hard, using all the strength I had to lock it against the wall
- I want you to wear those boxers. . . now! -
Those two emeralds stared at me confused, frightened, then filled with anger, tormented:
- No! -
- Why? - Tuonai furious.
- di Non. . is not my thing . . . - Looked down, avoiding my own.
breath, seemed upset. I thought for a moment what had sparked all that: simple boxer black leather with studs.
- Oh yes it is. . . -
- He began to shake his head, eyes shut:
- I can not Isabella. . . -
- Can. . for me -
Eye to eye, I had no idea what memories unleashed in him the kind of underwear, those studs, but I tried to imagine it.
lowered grabbing them all at once, put them in an instant. . . and then remains motionless, breathless, in front of me, eyes wide open, the irises dilated.
trance As I stroked the back of his hand with his sculpted abs. . . falling down at that point of contact between black skin and his groin, following the curves out. . . I saw his erection hard against collapse the skin, filling in that made it shine even more striking.
- Six. . . you're beautiful my love. . . takes your breath away - I put my hands on her hips, then slide them down from behind, caressing her buttocks sculpted, firm, round, perfect.
I put my nose in the middle of his chest, inhaling deeply the scent, then put my lips on a nipple, which outside instantly, very erect.
Not a word, I felt it tremble under my touch, breath, I looked up I saw two dark emeralds which burned for heat, a strange expression on his face.
stuck his fingers through his hair, pulling me to sink my tongue into her mouth warm and inviting. . . to explore, to seek, to taste. . . a constant moan was lost between our languages.
I suddenly moved away, letting my tongue licking falls on his lower lip, drawing a straight line along the chin, neck, sternum. . . abdomen, felt his muscles contract rhythmically to my step. . . fino ad arrivare li, la mia mano ad artigliare la sua erezione con forza.
- Cosa cazzo stai facendo?- la voce strozzata in gola.
- Shh. ..-
Presi a scorrere su quella lunghezza, movimenti verso l’alto e il basso, le mie dita conficcate nella sua pelle…
- Oh Cristo! - lo sentii imprecare. . . terribilmente eccitato.
Era perfetto. . . era bellissimo, era erotismo allo stato puro. . . black leather that seemed forged specifically for him, for that body so damn sexy.
I lowered the flaps, to find out totally, my tongue at the base, running from the glans red and moist. . . risucchiai it ends, I heard a sudden shudder, a groan came out from his lips. . .
- All right, sir? - The entry of an order from the outside, seemed to be impending. Continued without let go.
- Yes. . yes. . . so good - his voice choked.
- If you would not hesitate to call. . . -
Sure as no. . . I'd like to bitch!
I continued with my exploration on the part of his body so inviting, stroking his thin skin, rosy, smooth, smell the sweet scent. . . and then collapse completely across the length, trying to swallow without hurting him with his teeth and began to move rhythmically, the well-contested auction in hand.
- No.. Stop! Oh. . . Fuck! So make me! - Was on the edge, panting, moaning, trying to hold with all his might.
- Shh. . . - Silenced him before forcing his last stand.
- Oh christ. . . ah! - A hoarse groan, louder, his frenetic beat Mebra against the palate, I felt that liquid slides down his throat, hot. . .
I took off my mouth, caressing it gently, the baciandone top. . . feeling the scent for the last time.
I rose to look at him, his head heavily against the wall, eyes closed, her neck arched back, red lips, parted, his breath short. My god it was beautiful!
still stuck my fingers through his hair, bringing it close to me, his sweet breath on my face, my mouth glued to the inviting and warm. . . to search for more of the language, to dance at a slow pace, swirling, sensual.
- Lord. . . ? - The voice of committed again.
- I saw him open the door, lean out with the head, was still completely naked
- Excuse me, ma'am. . . I'm covering - that beauty combined with the velvet voice would corrupt even the saints.
- Oh. . but. . Please. . Take all the time she wants! - I heard her squeak.
Sbuffai, pouting. He smiled slightly. Wearing the shirt, was about to slip off the street boxer just tried:
- No! They take them! - Imperious.
- It 's no question - dark
- Edward? -
- Isabella. . . I said no! -
- But yes! -
sighed deeply. . . shaking his head, irritated.
- Damn, why are you so stubborn! -
- Edward. . . è un mio desiderio. . . ti prego, in fondo non ti ho chiesto nulla di impossibile-
Soffiava adirato, esasperato. . . finì di vestirsi, tenendo addosso quei boxer.
Ci incamminammo verso la cassa, lo vidi rivolgersi con un sorriso smagliante alla commessa, che lo guardava avidamente, senza mai staccargli gli occhi di dosso. Mi avvicinai, ma non sembrò curarsi affatto di me.
- Prendo these ... - embarrassed, lifting the hem of his shirt and showing his crotch naked on the black leather. . .
- Oh yes. . yes. . . ceerto. . .- Excited beyond belief to that view.
I saw him handing the credit card.
- Thank you and good day. . . - A new smile as I saw it melt like snow in the sun.
No comment. Not a word in the few meters that were missing at the front door.
was frowning and tense.
He pulled out the keys, opened the door. . . a moment, the time to realize that everything was still intact when I saw something else: a large painting dominates the center of the staircase, looked like the face of a woman with dark hair, long. . . looked better ...
- Oh my god Edward! E '. . . is wonderful! - Boccheggiai.
My portrait. He was there. It dominates the entrance. Leaning on a tripod. . . past series of brushes, tubes with oil paints. . . was still in the works.
- has yet to finalize it. . . -
- Who? -
- It 's one of the best portrait painters in circulation today. He comes from Paris -
I stared at him, enraptured. That image reflected on my face, bright, full lips, a pale pink, expressive eyes. . .
- My god. . . is. . is very more beautiful than me! -
- That painting shows a tiny part of your beauty. . . - his voice was off.
I turned, eyes bright, transparent twinkling those two jades breathtaking.
- I waited for interminable moments he came this time. I deceived you can replace at least partly your absence in this house emorme reproducing your image. But now that you're new here, I realize that is impossible. Welcome home Isabella. . . -
me glued to his lips, sweet, trembling. . .
- I love you to death -
close to one another, our hearts beat in unison to , our souls merged into one essence. We stayed there a long time, in silence, to feel each other Party, to fill the gaps, distance, despair, the anguish that had gripped our being, upsetting any balance. Never tire of that love that made our lives wonderful, that only together could fly and reach infinity.
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