- I need a shower-
We were still in the hall, I took off my coat, my dress was crumpled out of use.
- Yes. . I'll catch up soon - it was still dark.
I watched him a moment, frowning. He looked down, intent on tuning up the bag with Christmas decorations, then take off his jacket, without another word.
I went to the bathroom, thinking that this abnormal reaction, further worsened by the torment that I had read in his eyes, in that dressing room at the sight of those boxers.
I opened the knob of the shower, letting the water flowed before caressed by the myriad of warm jets coming out of fast, relentless. And a series of images taken to upset the soul: he was there, wearing a tight black shirt, pierced, jeans studded leather, shiny. A canopy bed, lighted candles. . . one, two, three women, waiting. Legate. A series of strange objects scattered everywhere. Her eyes hard and cold, the same way that I had to see in Venice, that sort of boudoir. Among those women, me. Excited beyond belief, to set that perfect body, quell'erezione full, below the polished clothing, so dreadfully sexy. Another item in the skin, stretched between her hands.
inhaled, blocking my thoughts.
I had no idea what had sparked memories in him that little black garment leather with studs: surely was part of his past. Past that now came back to haunt him. And to whom I had not been part of.
Mi insaponai velocemente, sciacquandomi, per poi asciugarmi, spalmare la mia solita crema alla vaniglia. . . il phon tra i capelli, che lasciai spettinati. Indossai l’accappatoio, per dirigermi verso la camera da letto, in cerca di lui.
Non c’era.
- Edward?- presi a camminare lungo il corridoio, fino a scorgere una luce fioca e calda provenire dal salone. Aveva acceso il fuoco del camino.
Mi bloccai nell’atrio, dove campeggiava il mio ritratto: incantai me to watch it again, and not because it considers them true to what really was. I was struck by the extraordinary brightness of the face, those eyes so expressive, so alive, a slight smile on the lips soft, well designed. . .
- There is no comparison. . . - His velvet voice behind me.
His arms to gird himself for life, I felt her warm body against my back, his heart beat faster. Her lips on my neck, sweet, soft, delicate.
- I'm sorry. . . I was wrong once again - was all I could spell.
A deep sigh:
- not your fault. It is I who was wrong - the tone of sad, gloomy.
I turned around, her green eyes were again tortured, dark.
I took my fingers through his hair, holding his head in my hands:
- You're the man I love Edward to madness. . . and there can be nothing wrong with you -
I stared long and then give refuge in the small temple at the base of my neck, her sweet breath tickling your skin.
- I want to delete everything, if only I could. . . - His voice died in her throat.
His face in her hands
- I do not know what makes you feel so bad. . . but part of you, and thanks to your past, a past that deny with all your strength if you are now being beautiful that I love madly -
He began to shake his head, looking down:
- You do not know that part of me. . . -
- It 's only "that" part of you that do not know, simply because you insist on celarla. Yet in Venice were yourself and was not so terrifying -
- It 's a world of Isabella, and knows no limits -
- But you are able to control you. So I do not see why you should torture yourself with thoughts absurd yet -
sighed deeply. A deafening silence, my eyes on him: wore a black T-shirt underwear member so as to highlight his firm chest, his abdomen flat. . . his arms toned. Awfully similar to the images that had just invaded my mind. Body Heat slid down my spine.
I inhaled. Swallowing empty. Moving down my irises, noting those torn jeans dark wrapped her legs so sexy. . .
. . . lock your impure thoughts Isabella Swan!
The truth is that I was terribly attracted to him. . . from "that" part of him, that dark, mysterious. . . Because although I loved sweet angel that made my day full of affection, the demon managed each time to gain the upper hand, talking to my senses, introduce into the deepest depths of eroticism, sensuality: it made me feel a woman you want, capable of giving pleasure. . . to enjoy non-stop.
was him, that being superhuman that each woman would have wanted at his side, in his own bed.
How could I blame Irina. . . or Tanya. . . or even Estela. . . or all those women who had scattered its existence? Anyone would have done the impossible even to imprison him in his own net. Anyone.
- Show me. . . -
Ero li, immobile, al centro di quell’atrio enorme, respiravo velocemente, il cuore palpitare veloce.
Quei due smeraldi si mostrarono improvvisamente alla mia vista, verdissimi, profondi. . . imperscrutabili:
- Cosa?-
- Quello che facevi quando indossavi quei boxer . . . - ostentando una certa dose di sicurezza che non corrispondeva affatto alla realtà.
Prese a soffiare dalle narici, scuotendo la testa, come un animale inferocito:
- Tu. . . tu sei pazza Isabella! -
- Si . . . lo sono. Di te. . . - squittii.
Prese a camminare avanti e indietro, come un puma in gabbia. . . le mani tra i capelli, in movimenti continui, nervosi:
- Avrai fame. Andiamo a mangiare qualcosa fuori? - estremamente a disagio, alla disperata ricerca di una scappatoia.
- Si. . . ma solo di te -
block his steps, looking dazed:
- Oh Christ, Isabella. . . so do not help me! - He shouted in exasperation.
- You do not need. . . you are perfectly able to control you. And I'll prove it again -
slowly undid the belt of a bathrobe, sliding my feet.
I stared motionless, mummified.
Avvicinai la sedia laccata bianco pallido, probabilmente ad uso del pittore, accomodandomi su di essa.
- Fai di me ciò che vuoi - la voce da gatta. . . un sorriso leggero, rassicurante.
Le sue iridi spalancate, il fiato corto, le labbra morbide, perfette, socchiuse, quel volto meraviglioso, un velo di terrore:
- Perché mi fai questo Isabella?- la voce roca, eccitata.
- Because you are my husband. . . and because I want you in every possible way -
hand over his face, then still in her hair, an instant, his eyes fixed on the floor, I heard him breathing hard.
When he finally raised his head, those two green emeralds had become impenetrable.
I saw him leave. . . aback. Not a word.
I heard his footsteps in the bedroom. . . thumps, like rummaging for something.
A shot to the heart when I saw him go through the hallway, in that adhere totally black T-shirt, boxer shorts and leather studs, those toned legs, perfect, bare feet, the slow pace secure, something in his hands.
was the sexiest and exciting image that I saw love.
He came, looked at what he had enclosed in the palm, like a thick belt, black, of unspecified length, wrapped around itself.
Afferrò i miei polsi, portandoli dietro la mia schiena, sentii la consistenza morbida di quel tessuto, sembrava seta.
Presi a respirare velocemente, i miei battiti accelerati. . . mi sentivo straordinariamente eccitata, con un senso di inquietudine che cercavo di tenere a freno con tutte le mie forze.
Sentivo il suo profumo intenso, mentre si muoveva intorno a me, chino, intento a fere quel lavoro minuzioso di legamento:
- Cosa. . . cosa fai?- con un filo di voce.
- Shinju - secco.
Cercai i suoi occhi, li incontrai per un istante, scuri, infuocati.
- E cos' è?-
Vidi quella fascia avvolgermi per due volte al di sotto del seno, fissarsi dietro al schiena, dove lo sentii armeggiare a lungo per poi ritornare ad avvolgermi per altre due volte al di sopra del seno, poi ancora indietro, a fissarla bene, mentre le sue estremità scesero ai lati del collo fino ad incrociarsi al centro chest.
- ... Shibari is an ancient Japanese art. . . can serve different purposes. . . you use it to meditate. . . to contemplate. . . to torture. . . to excite. . . -
froze their breath.
That silk came down, pinning his leg, which led to the outside, linking it to the wood of the chair. A moment, and I ended up spread-eagled, tied up.
I tried to breathe, as I felt my breasts explode outwards, as a result of the shoulder blades kept straight and without the band.
I did not have the strength to ask for more. . . and not because I had fear. . . but because his actions safe, fast, and the band softly enveloped my body excited me so much.
trembled waiting for something to happen.
When he had finished, he stopped in front of me, watching. . . inscrutable expression on his face perfect.
- I could get anything Isabella. . . and you would not have a way to react -
seemed cold. . . seconded. But at the same time so full of himself. Highly controlled.
was immersed in his world. It moved with great skill.
As in contemplation, intent on admiring a work of living art, continued to stare, without love look away from my body, to me, I kept staring at those boxers. . . and the curves drawn from his body beneath the black leather.
too, in contemplation, certainly at a stage lower than his. That was obvious.
I felt my legs tremble, I watched his slow movements, while his eyes did not leave for one moment my skin, my breasts, my privacy.
- Isabella Are you okay? - Suddenly her warm voice.
nodded. Now excited beyond belief.
He walked.
I felt his warm lips on my rest, his tongue slipping languid, sensual, to mark the boundaries, and then slip inside my mouth, seductive, moist.
I saw him move around, get something between the objects of the painter. . . I saw him in front me, waving a brush in his hands, rubbing it slowly on a open palm.
lips parted in search of oxygen.
sofas I saw him kneel to me, positioned between my legs, those two emeralds to fix my privacy very excited:
- I'll paint on your body. . . and your nectar is my color -
My god!
The beat of my heart underwent a surge absurd, so they seem want to leave the sternum.
I felt very soft bristles long hesitated at the entrance of my vagina, now full of humors. . . and then left, follow the path of the groin, abdomen, sternum. . . . until you get on a nipple, resting gently on top, moving fluid, lightweight. . .
- Oh. . . god! - I felt a touch sweet but at the same time ruthless, lick the skin swollen, with slow movements, long.
And then leave, still wet. . . and following the same path back to the other nipple.
I felt the burn brain, her clit throbbing. . . an unbearable torture and yet so damn exciting.
I stared for a moment. . . its still on my lips, sweet, warm, fragrant.
Camera torture, still wet object, which until then it seemed harmless, I heard him go down on her stomach. . . a few inches from her crotch. . . I closed my eyes. .
moves right along the thigh. . rising up the groin. . . tickling cruel, rimbalzai the chair out of control.
- You're full of nectar Isabella. . . But not just yet - that warm voice, hoarse, deep.
I heard it again, at my entrance. . . a while back. . them. . . rummage through the folds. . . Without ever touching my excitement now at extreme. I began to groan in expectation that it was more and more exasperating, nerve-wracking.
lifted the basin, in look of satisfaction. . . I saw that brush away.
- You Isabella begging. . . -
My god!
Her eyes on me, burning embers alive. A crooked smile and devilish on that perfect face. The expression inscrutable.
I began to breathe quickly, I had no idea how I still managed to resist. But I would not have ever given what he wanted: my surrender.
That returned damp brush to paint small spirals on my nipples, I screamed and groaned at the same time, for that sensual touch for the torture atrocious, as I felt her clit burning with frustration.
I heard him go down again, around the crotch, mark the outline of the labia majora. . . fino a scendere al di sotto, solleticando l’altro ingresso.
Sobbalzai di nuovo. . . una sensazione indescrivibile, mentre si spostava in quello spazio angusto. . . ero al limite. . . cosi vicina all’orlo eppure cosi distante.
- Oh. . . ti prego Edward. . . - con un filo di voce.
- Cosa Isabella?-
Le sue iridi verdissime sembravano ora spietate, dure. . .
- Tu prego. . . fammi venire. . -
- I implore you Isabella? -
Oh my god!
sighed, groaning. . . was a full-blown torture. And he was using to force his will.
I was at the limit, unable to reason, unable to think, to speak. . . quell'orgasmo wanted, I wanted to release me from that constraint. . . those strings. . by that sense of frustration.
I looked at him. . . was still there, still, waiting.
an instant, I saw him bend down, the thumb at the center of the pubis, the skin lifted upward, revealing all my excitement, which appeared visible under the hood.
inhaled. . . :
- There he is! Hear that? It 's wonderful. . . a small orgasm is throbbing - a sound erotico dalle sue labbra.
Lo sentivo pulsare, debolmente. . . . ma non mi bastava. Non poteva bastarmi.
I suoi occhi a fissare il mio clitoride, quelle ciglia lunghissime, dolci, irresistibili al di sotto delle quali si muovevano velocemente le sue iridi verdissime.
Tutto di lui parlava ai miei sensi.
Finchè non sentii le sue labbra posarsi delicatamente proprio dove desideravo che fossero.
- Oh. . . I was near one- . . damn close. . . if only she opened her mouth. . . if only he had touched.
None of this.
- Uhm. . . is so swollen. . . and so perfumed - and rubbed its surface soft lips on that tiny little ball, his warm breath blowing fueling even more devastating fire that raged inside me.
lifted ancora il bacino. . . cercando di trovare soddisfazione.
Lo vidi alzarsi in piedi. Fissarmi ancora. Per poi allontanarsi, verso il salone.
Finchè non udii qualcosa. . .
Dilatai i polmoni in cerca di ossigeno.
I was there in the middle of that gloomy immense alone. Dazed, confused, exasperated, desperate, excited beyond endurance, to caress the soft band and force my skin, my breasts explode out, the nipples turgid soar in the air, still moist of my moods.
was crazy. It was crazy. It was totally out.
felt that melody penetrate every fiber of my body, vibrating in my soul and my senses were dancing non-stop, overwhelmed by that whirlwind of extreme sensations.
closed my eyes.
blocking every thought.
Trying to slow down the beats, looking desperately for a way out, while the melody to the boundary between one infinite sweetness and madness seemed to extend more exasperating than mercilessly torture became increasingly cruel, unsustainable.
He was talking to my soul ...
was him. . . was the alchemical mixture which was composed of its essence, consists of a myriad of contrasting feelings, yet so similar: pain and pleasure, sweetness, tenderness, coldness. . . Torment, anguish, anxiety. . .
The music stopped. I heard her footsteps slow. . . stopped in front of me, staring.
Pending.
Those two emeralds dark, deep, deep green, his lips soft, his hair uncombed, curved lashes, that perfect body.
sweet angel. Ruthless demon.
I wanted to hug him, I wanted to tighten it, I wanted to touch him, kiss him, making love up in agony.
- I surrender - sillabai.
an instant and his face sank into my privacy, sucking the excitement in his mouth, his fingers inside me, at that point that generated each time ... very strong shock
- Oh God! - I screamed and vigorous contractions began to shake every fiber of my body, shaking my belly, my pelvis, under his mouth, he kept licking, sucking tirelessly to squeeze his fingers inside of me . . . quell'orgasmo while taking more and more force, riding the waves of pleasure and going further, higher and higher, until he sank his strength, exhausted by the pleasure so infinite, so long desired and so infinite, satisfactory, all-encompassing.
I untied immediately taking me in his arms, his lips on mine, in a sweet kiss.
I held on to his shirt, I was exhausted, powerless, as I was led into the room, lying on the bed. He lay down beside me, peaceful, happy . . . in search of my lips, my hungry mouth, which almost imperceptibly began to kiss graze the surface, this bittersweet, squeezing to whether, in his arms, and attracting strong, vigorous.
I felt the black skin of his boxers, I felt the cold metal studs, I felt his erection strong explode beneath the glossy jacket.
- Make love to me Isabella - a gentle whisper in my ear.
lifted his shirt, looking for contact with his skin, I smelled the smell very good, but if the parade route.
lying on her back, I drew her to me, that skin hot, swelling to fill up that my intimacy. . . my god. . a strange feeling, unique. . . unexpected.
I put my hands over his firm buttocks, slipping on the fabric smooth, so extraordinarily sensual.
still tried his mouth, his tongue to explore every corner, moaning with pleasure. He rose to finally free her from the constriction member, a second and I heard him enter, powerful, energetic, completely filled, to the end.
- Oh. . . one- uncontrolled moans, he was so pleasant to feel the contact with his body, his skin, hear about me, kiss it, caress it, touch it. . enjoy as they feel those movements became resolute, pushing her buttocks again and again. . . I felt strong in heat invading the basin. . .
- Come with me my love. . . please. . . Come with me - a whisper sweet moans of intense, so tender, so sensuous protruding from his lips together with his troubled breath, and felt her body tremble, vibrate, pulsate in a myriad of intermittent spasms that does not stop, until I reached the limit.
- Oh yes. . . - Read contractions, my body already collapsing, still able to feel, to enjoy him, all that said to my senses, a feeling of fullness, to complete me, make me feel her.
- I love Isabella - his voice choked, his head leaning against the base of my neck.
It shook me. Forte. With the certainty that nothing would torment him. Because that past was finally exorcised. Why was finally releasing the chains that cynical perversion that had imprisoned him for ten long years.
Why was rediscovered in a different light: that of love. And he was doing with me.
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