A night long, infinite, eyes filled with tears as I expected the pale light of dawn filtered through taxes parted.
A freezing cold, I felt totally vulnerable and terribly alone.
The whole time my mind was not merely to recall his words, trying to digest the new truth, so different, so unpredictable.
froze my thoughts, lying still in bed, staring at the dark ceiling. And those green eyes, intense, brilliant materialized before me, full of love, lack of need. He was fighting for us, immense love, never showing signs of surrender. It was not escaped, I had abandoned. He had been there, patient, persevering, waiting to transmit in any manner that feeling pure, infinite, all-encompassing that he felt for me.
I took the pillow, holding his arms, in looking for him, his scent, his warmth, his gentleness. Why at that time as I wanted it next to me, being able to touch her lips sweet, smell of his breath, hold it close to his body, making love with him.
The long-awaited dawn had now arrived when I heard a thud coming from the door. I got up, his eyes swollen with tears, unable to bear more suffering.
I opened the door. . . and two emeralds and diamonds intense stared at me pierce the heart. An interminable moment, our panting, crazy to hear the beating in my throat. . . in a moment his lips on mine, soft, warm, fragrant. . . to brush urgently in need, with extreme desire. . . It drew her to me, my hands on his jacket, his shirt, a frantic move to seek contact with his skin, his body, his tongue lapping at the entrance of the mine, to accompany a sweet tremor those movements so long desired.
Not a word, my fingers to touch her breasts hard, polished, his back perfect, his sculpted abdomen, and smelt the strong smell of her skin, her hands on my face, his eyes on mine, green, bright, sweet, her panting breath on my lips:
- I love Isabella. . . - A gentle whisper.
me glued to his lips, to drink the essence, as if to erase those moments interminable who had kept away from mine.
quickly took off my pajama shirt, drawing him toward the bed, without break away, without getting bogged, I lay down between the sheets still warm with me, my loneliness, my hand on his neck, hold him as he stretched out beside me, on me.
I felt the need to get rid of all, he followed me for a moment and our bodies found themselves stranded, contact with your skin soft, warm, aimed at shivers down my spine, while a whirling motion of the stomach upset me butterflies. I wanted it in me with all my might, while I felt his erection press against my body strong, his moans emerge and then disperse on my lips as I felt his breath sweet tickling the ear, down his neck, his lips on my skin, warm, soft, gentle, imperceptible to leave a trail of kisses on his chest, breasts, stopping by tracing the profile of the areola.
I felt my nipples explode outside, under the breath warm, delicate, and then continue the journey, from the sternum to the navel, the belly shots rocked by lightning, sudden, unmanageable, and felt the excitement focus at that point.
Other sweet kisses, infinite, invisible on the pubis, the labia majora, and his tongue to slip between the folds remaining closed guard the already swollen clitoris on its last legs, a thrill, I was relieved to escape erected outside sucked from his lips very gently, while arching the pelvis, shaken by sobs of unbearable pleasure generated by its language, from the mouth that imprisoned my pleasure, multiplying dramatically.
- Oh. . . - moans very strong, uninterrupted protruding from my lips while I watched him give me pleasure, move extreme delicacy on that tiny erection. . . my hands through his hair, almost to rediscover the touch, soft, hard to get them while I was at the limit. . .
- I love Edward. . . inside of me - a slight whisper, I drew her to me, her lips on my sweet and sour, warm, inviting, sensual, I heard him slowly get powerful, vigorous, to fill me with tenderness, intermittent motion, just mentioned, his eyes closed, his neck arched back, his mouth open, panting like to enjoy a unique pleasure, long desired.
- It 's where I want to die my love. . . here. . . inside you - his voice hoarse, deep, sensual, as he entered deeper into his groin against my clitoris, pleasure mingled with much pleasure, amplifying, to explode in unison contractions very strong, uncontrollable wailing, involuntary movements, powerful, incessant shaking our limbs without stopping, in an orgasm that seemed to have no end.
The shortness of breath, his face to take refuge in the small temple at the base of my neck, where he loved to dwell each time we made love, to unwind from stress.
His breathing fast, sweet, to tickle the skin with your fingers while I followed the full inflections of the muscles on his back.
We stayed so long, his penis inside me, my fingers through his hair, to tighten them, caressing them, to feel his intense, to imprison him indelibly in my nostrils. . . a moment and found myself staring at two transparent jade intensively
- E ' was terrible. . . unbearable. . . how to die - a sweet whisper, my fingers through his hair, once again, to entice me to glue my lips to his, feeling the texture, flavor, mouth to sink in that hot, to look for the language , to explore non-stop, to go deeper and deeper, to seek the essence.
- Forgive me. . . - Was all I could spell.
It lies beside me, drawing you into his arms, our bodies again twisted, twisting, melted to become a whole that should never have split.
- I have nothing to forgive. . . because I love you -
I kissed him again, relentlessly, endlessly, to stun me with the intensity of that intense aroma that emanated from his lips.
- I doubted you. . . making you suffer terribly -
His fingers stroking her cheek gently
- Shh does not matter. . . what matters is that you're here in my arms. . . - A sweet kiss, full of love.
I hugged him, to hear my full, angel come to some kind of universe to make my life wonderful. Because if he had never known love, was now able to love without reservation, without limit, while suffering the most atrocious punishments to abide by.
Its an absolute love, a rare, precious, unique. To which I was not still capable, rose as usual from my insecurities, my jealousy, constantly feeling inadequate next to a being that I could see perfect, too perfect to belong, to love me.
-Edward I was wrong. . . I had tried to talk to me, I've stopped -
- It does not matter. . . you are here with me -
- are unforgivable. . . I hurt you, I hurt your family, for my stupidity -
I kissed again, softly, his fingers grazed her cheek tenderly.
- I have already forgiven. . . they love you as I do - smiled infusing an infinite serenity.
was my beautiful angel, I admired his eyes clear, green, bright, her lips stretched into a beatific smile, that her sweet face, perfect. And it was there. In my arms.
- I can not think of Pedro. . . is horrible - I sighed.
The sadness on his face, a deep sigh:
- It 's been painful. . . I was full of guilt, I never wanted to accept it. Esme took care of him and his mother, I simply provide monthly an adequate sum to his livelihood. Until I learned of the disease. . . while that was not my son. I did everything, I contacted the specialists best. . . Underwent a bone marrow transplant, but was only partially compatible. E 'was useless. . I would rather be a thousand times his father, just to have a compatible marrow hundred percent, but give him back to life - began to nervously shake his head, eyes closed tight, his face a grimace of pain.
My god, it was very tender.
- His real father? -
- not knowing it. . . She has always refused to admit that it was not mine -
- But it is a delusion. . . could save-
nodded. Without answering. Although he had refused at first, although it was not his father, was willing to anything to give a hope of life to that child.
- How do you feel for him? -
- It 's a baby Isabella, a cheerful, lively, full of life, very sweet. Can not deserve such an end, no child deserves -
- do not you ever feel like your own? -
shook his head, embittered
- How could I? I was not ready to be a father, there would never have been. I lived damn, what interested me was to satisfy myself, my instincts, to live in the monstrosity of my existence -
- When you thought was yours. . . you never felt the need to see it. . . to tighten it? - I know.
Scosse ancora la testa.
-No . Mai - il tono secco, duro sul volto impassibile.
- Ma ho visto come ti rapporti a lui, sei dolcissimo, tenerissimo. . . è . . .è sconvolgente! -
Un sorriso amaro:
- Pedro is just a victim like me Isabella came into the world by an act of pure selfishness. How could I hate him for a crime he did not commit? -
- But you wanted abortisse -
breathed hard, pushing the air quickly, a 'cold expression on his face:
- I did not want a child. I never wanted -
inhaled. The coldness in his words.
I did not care. Not then. Cause all I wanted was to have him beside me, love him with all of myself, his love of live, breathe the same breath his . Because nothing mattered more to him, that love which had once again exceeded the deep pits of hatred, lies, deceit, by sheer force of its wings.
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