- Oh. . . I can not wait! - Squeaks.
- Um I told you I love you? -
- No - smiles.
- I love you -
A sweet kiss on the lips hot despite the icy cold that enveloped us.
His hand in mine, tightly woven, we took a walk along one of the secondary paths, enjoying the wonderful sculptures created from snow, innocently lying on the bare branches of trees. It was all magic, a surreal silence, broken only by the beats of our hearts.
I turned, a look, those two pieces of jade crystal clear and sweet intent on staring at me. A sudden feeling of anguish come straight from my soul, the image of him, kneeling, desperate in tears on that sidewalk, hands in her hair:
- I'm sorry Edward. For all the evil you have done. Do not ever forgive me -
lowered his head, shaking it, full of pain expression on his face:
- Are you here with me, I hold her hand. And I'm in Heaven -
- I'll never forget the terror that I read in your eyes. . . That night-
sighed, as if to repel force with those memories so horrible
- I hoped in vain that my heart stops forever, there, on that sidewalk, ; I prayed that the chasm that had opened in me lead me to an instant death ... -
I felt my heart tighten, froze my feet, putting my hand on that beautiful face again full of suffering:
- I have no excuses my love. . . I wish I could go back and erase those moments so painful -
I saw those green irises fill with tears
- rather die than live without your love Isabella - the velvet voice, warm and sweet.
- Edward will not happen again. . . never - my lips on her soft, inviting, trembling, in a kiss full of love, need and tenderness.
sighed, closing his eyes:
- Why were you with him? -
- I met him by chance at the coffee shop during the lunch break. And he insisted on inviting me to dinner -
- And you accepted? - His eyes dark.
- Yes. . That was where we were going when you launched the handful. But you like. . How did you know where I was? -
He looked down:
- I have lived in torment. . . every moment without you seemed an eternity, I thought I was going mad. The only solution to relieve that pain was unbearable come to you, wait until I left home every morning. . . I followed at a distance, but seeing you. And so the evening when you went forth from the office to go to the subway. The only times when my heart resumed beating. And then slip back into darkness and despair darker, the night in that bed, without you, without your scent, without your lips, without your body. . . And then go back there, to sit on the sidewalk in front of your window, waiting for the light riaccendesse you, all night. . . - His voice breaking.
- You were out there? Oh my love, but there is a freezing cold night! - I brought him his arms around his neck, pulling me , hold strong. She had suffered terribly, and I'd been to impose a similar torture.
- I did not care. I was already dead inside without you -
- Why. . . why did not you approached? -
- When you come that evening, in front of the front door, you looked different. You were cool, detached, in your eyes I had only read hatred. I had no idea what she'd drive to despise me like that, and when you made that name, I immediately thought of what had happened in Rio, during your convalescence. Alice then I explained everything. . . I fear to speak. . . onwards. . . Then I saw you with him and the anger took over - he closed his eyes and gnashing of teeth.
- I hated Edward. I despised. Everything che desideravo era ferirti, in ogni modo, con ogni mezzo. . . -
- Posso comprenderlo. . . ma avresti dovuto concedermi la possibilità di difendermi prima di condannarmi definitivamente -
- Hai ragione, sono stata una stupida. Ma non è semplice Edward, non quando ti assalgono mille dubbi, e vivi nell’angoscia che qualcosa ti sia stato celato. . .-
Annuì. Senza replicare.
Un silenzio assordante, interminabile. Poi quella domanda:
-C 'is. . . There was something between you? - a grimace of pain, as if ready to receive a stab in the chest.
a while. . . I could not lie to him:
-Edward. . . I. . . - embodies air from the lungs, but could not find the words.
not let me finish:
- If you did something, if you put your hands on me I swear I'll kill him! - I watched his eyes, full of anger, contempt, fists clenched, his commanding voice had risen to three tones, grinding his teeth.
At the same moment he turned to look at me, staring with that look grim, violent
- Isabella? - Clenched fists, pending.
I watched him at length, in feet, his mouth wide open, totally stunned: I flashed for a moment before pictures of their clashes, those fists unleashed with an incredible violence, steeped in hatred, of rancor. . . to the limits of inhuman brutality.
I knew exactly how he would react, mad with jealousy and anger. .. feelings that repeatedly showed they could not manage, and that would certainly led to senseless gestures, dangerous.
for a moment I wondered if that could become threatened in realtà. La risposta fu univoca, al di la di ogni ragionevole dubbio: l’avrebbe ammazzato.
Inspirai, ma i miei polmoni erano totalmente bloccati,ero li, in bilico, sull’orlo di quella verità che mi avrebbe liberato finalmente l’anima. O l’avrebbe imprigionata per sempre nella tela indistricabile della menzogna.
Quei due smeraldi erano cupi, profondi, tormentati, colmi di disprezzo, di hatred.
There was no time:
- di Non. . Edward nothing happened. . . - I lowered my eyes, trying to conceal the 'agitation which upset me the soul. .
I heard the sound of his footsteps, a rattle in the soft snow ice:
- You're lying Isabella - the harsh tone.
I had another opportunity. I could tell him everything, I could change everything. But then what? What would happen?
He turned on his heels and be sealed by him, he would hit with an unprecedented level of violence, without stopping. Reduce it until the end of life.
Maybe . . . maybe I should be able to keep him with me, talking calmly, trying to make him understand that basically nothing had happened irreparable?
Impossible: Raul would have died that evening. For the hand of man that I loved more than any else in the world.
I felt my heart beat wildly. I had to speak, I had to tell him.
parted lips, looking for more oxygen, shaking his head, looking down:
- It 's true - my voice died throat.
How could I tell him that I had caressed, touched, excited. . . I had licked, I kissed her. . . who had passed the limit more than once straying into territory that could only belong to him?
front of me, his eyes felt heavy any intent to comply or face that surface expression on my face.
Hesitant.
-I do not want him close to you ever again ... Isabella! -
an instant, his hand behind the nape, the hair, grabbed me with vehemence, his lips on mine, his tongue in my mouth, filling it with urgency, his heavy breathing on my face, his teeth to clench my lips, to suck with ardor, and again his tongue on my lips, my face, my ear, neck, hot, humid, I felt very strong to give me chills run down my spine:
- You are mine. . only mine! - his commanding voice on my lips, those two emeralds glowed with living fire.
His hand in mine, I pulled on a bench, I was sitting sideways on his lap.
my forehead resting on his forehead, his lips imperceptibly to lick his ear, to suck the earlobe, one, two, three times, softly, giving me more intense shock of pleasure that were concentrated in belly.
- No person touching you Isabella. . . anyone but me. . . - His voice hoarse hissing in my ear full of desire.
lean sideways I saw his hand, his fingers resting on a small mound of frozen snow that lay on the metal profile the bench. Then open the flap of my coat, get my right breast. . .
- Ah! - a sudden shudder, while the icy fingers licked the areola, marking the circular profile, again and again, without ever touching the nipple, which exploded erected outside.
- No one can touch your breasts , no one can touch your nipples. . . no one can give you pleasure but me - another wheezing, that touch me as I felt intense shock throughout the body.
- Oh. . . Edward - I closed my eyes, arching his neck, while still a touch light, constant, to mark the soft contours of that turgid erection, and taken to moan slowly.
more ice, which rested on the nipple, suddenly:
- You have a perfect body Isabella. . . made to enjoy. . . and only I can give you this - that icy finger moved to the top of the nipple, which stands out very swollen.
- Ah. . . I beg you all. . . - A lament, as I felt the excitement become unmanageable, a torture of the senses focused on that tiny part of my body.
claw my hips, forcing me to turn back on, I was straddling him, my breasts caught up to his face, my intimacy perfectly stuck to its full erection, to the under pants.
Get more snow ice, this time placing it on the other areola, who took a touch making the same movement, marking the edges, gently a lungo, mentre sentii anche l’altro capezzolo svettare all’esterno, resi entrambi ancora più turgidi dall’aria fredda che penetrava al di sotto del cappotto.
- Stai implorando pietà Isabella? - la sua voce roca, profonda, eccitata, le sue labbra socchiuse.
- Oh. . . no - sussurrai tra i gemiti.
Presi a dondolarmi su di lui, in cerca di soddisfazione. . . mi sentivo calda, eccitata, bagnata all’inverosimile.
- Fermati. . . - His breathing.
- Please Edward. . . - While the torture continued without mercy, his icy fingers on my nipples, touching them in tiny circles marking them feel vibrant, hard, cold.
- Isabella still want me? - Two emeralds stared at me without stopping, watching the expressions of pleasure that cropped up in my face away.
- Oh. . . No . . o. .. -
I felt chills go up along the back, like to focus in the belly, my clitoris swollen in agony was there, waiting, unable to get any satisfaction.
- You belong to me. . . every inch of your body is mine. . . I can make you enjoy beyond measure, I can take you to the madness of the senses, I can give you very strong orgasms. . . I can see you enjoy, feel tingle in my fingers. . . listen to the melody of hot your moans. . . - My god his words, his touch. . . was so erotic!
It was ecstasy when her lips parted to enclose a nipple, sucking in the hot mouth, a sensazione indescrivibile, una scossa imponente ed improvvisa proprio li, nel clitoride, mentre comprimeva quella minuscola erezione con forza nella morsa della sua lingua, delle sue labbra, allungandolo, fino a rilasciarlo palpitante ed estremamente turgido e caldo nell’aria gelida. Altri brividi intensi, ingestibili, mentre senza pietà le sue labbra si posarono sull’altro, in quella morsa incandescente, cosi dannatamente piacevole.
- Oh mio dio Edward! - urlai di piacere, sull’orlo della follia.
I felt a strong heat invading the stomach, radiating to the stomach, the breastbone, I felt the beating to the clitoris, a total upheaval, it was absurd, it was incomprehensible, I felt the contractions spread in the belly, very strange, but my breasts were offered to him, never sated of his mouth, his lips, only to be replaced by his fingers, pressed between thumb and forefinger, rotate them with a decision to lengthen, I could see my breasts tremendously full, firm, show off those nipples so erect, extraordinarily swollen, my stomach shrink, my rapid breathing, his lips parted in a gasp strong, the mind completely empty, a prey to indescribable pleasure:
- Isabella is coming. . . and will be wonderful -
- Oh yes. . . - I yelled, rubbing on her draw, a pleasure that was compounded by another, and it was pure ecstasy, other contractions from the dock, his hands on my buttocks, I felt his fingers playing with the small orifice, to invade the other chills pelvis, radiating into the legs. . . . a climax in which unabated. . . groans became more intense, unmanageable:
- Shh. . . enjoy in silence Isabella - His voice hoarse, his lips glued to mine, forcing me to moan in his mouth warm, inviting, soft and fragrant.
I slumped over him, panting, looking for oxygen, no forces, no clarity, in the arms of that demon that annihilated my senses, hypnotized, and leading me in the darkest depths of 'eroticism, pleasure discovering a new, ever more appalling.
- Only I can give you this Isabella. . .- A whisper in my ear as I stroked with the fingers hair gently.
We stayed there a long, close to each other, without words, while our hearts beat in unison.
- It 's been wonderful. . . - I whispered in a faint voice.
- You are wonderful. . . - A sweet kiss on my lips.
Some had taken to flake off when we got up. I risistemai coat, I saw him look the lower parts and smile twist: he had the flap is completely wet. . . As well as full so embarrassing. . .
At that very moment he pulled out nonchalantly flaps of the shirt, in the ditch effort to cover himself.
I looked embarrassed. . . and rested his arm around my neck, taking a walk.
- How do they do? - I asked curiously.
- To do what? -
- to resist. . . are perhaps the reincarnation of an ancient Greek Stoic? -
He began to chuckle in his way delicious:
- I do not seek orgasm Isabella. . . but the infinite pleasure, the ecstasy of the senses. That you give me every time I look at it, touches me, I feel your lips on mine. . . every time you do pleasure, you feel enjoy -
- So I I enjoy my orgasms would be at a lower stage? -
smiled again, wagging his head
- You're like a kid in a toy store. You are extremely receptive. . . and open to any stimulus. . . and I love you feel with your limits, go beyond them, you know the pleasure in all its forms -
- Do you enjoy to die then? -
- No. What I feel with you I've never tried any. And do not imagine how I would go back and find out all this with you. . . experience the same feelings that you try, you can enjoy the simple pleasure that two bodies can give themselves and their hearts beat in unison, while the souls merge to become one essence -
- You would not be my demon. . . my angel, he of whom I love madly, with its own strengths, and weaknesses. . .-
- I wish I could be a man like everyone else -
- You are a special man, you're the man I love to madness -
- One day you may be tired of all this. . . - Member occhi bassi, in un sospiro.
-Impossibile ! - mi incollai alle sue labbra morbide, il suo respiro profumato ad inebriarmi i sensi, ad ubriacarmi di lui.
- Andiamo a casa ? -
- Si-
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