- You know me too well.
- I know.
- It is scary. - I gasped.
- And Eleanor you know?
- Discovered recently. Or maybe always knew ... but recently I explicitly talked about it and now she can not pretend to know.
- And when you found out?
- I had a problem ... - I shrugged - was temporarily infertile when the boy was conceived. I did some blood tests as soon as he was born and ...
- I always knew.
- I always knew. - I agreed.
- I should have taken care of him yet, Holt.
- I know. That's why I talked to him yesterday .... I asked for a divorce from Elizabeth, but I will ask the guard too. If he wants to stay with me ... I want to have this option.
- And you know who the father is?
- I have a very strong suspicion.
- And you think Elizabeth will leave?
- No ... - I pulled her waist - she will fight. But it is the judge who will decide and ... - I interrupted my words - I need not explain to you how this works. - I laugh.
- Have you got a new lawyer?
I inhaled deeply and she raised a window.
- No, Holt.
- Sun...
- No no and no. That would be complicated and confusing at levels that ...
- Don, please. The hearing is next week. I can do it alone if necessary, but I will not get a lawyer in a hurry.
- Why not?
- Need you ask? Eleanor may have already stuck its claws everywhere. I could not trust anyone.
She walked away with hands on his hips as he considered.
- Oh, damn it! - He rubbed his eyes.
- Thank you! - I kissed her face - Thank you. - Scratched our noses.
- Yeah, yeah ... - he complained - and how you want to pay me? - He laughed when I bit his lower lip.
- Well, unless you accept alternative methods - teased - I need to get a first job. - Played.
- IT IS? And what are the options? - Pulled away to finish to keep the glasses.
- Stripper, maybe. - I laugh - Do you think I have talent?
She watched me with the corner of my eye and I rebolei the pelvis slowly desatacando the belt.
- Definitely. - He licked his lips.
- Oh yes? - I approached from behind, taking her ass in his hands.
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I loved the taste of him. He was echoing in my tongue whenever he kissed me. Whenever I licked anywhere sprang me. So many years hungry.
Famished defined chest I desbravava, taking off his shirt the way.
Famished his lips full of lust that sought my mouth with violence.
Famished through his hair ruffled always strictly hairstyles, unless my libidinous hands spread, ruffling their wires with our horny.
Famished by the looks.
Hungry for the words.
Hungry for caresses.
Famished for its long rigid extension that my eager hands could not wait to release the underwear.
Years of famine by Holt.
And there he was: served on a plate with no restrictions for my pleasure. I squeezed into my embrace, keeping it close, feeling the hard, sticking his pants and my skin. Trying to control the urge to rub me. And failing copiously in moderate hip movements, scraping his erect cock against any part of my body at your fingertips.
- You will let me stay? - Kissed me like. I had already answered that question, but if he repeated it is because delighted with the response and I did not mean to interrupt your pleasure.
- After the striptease. - Teased, licking it - not decided that's how you'll pay the bills from now?
He started to laugh but my teeth found her nipple and the laughter turned into a stuffy and uncontrollable moan.
I bit hard and he complained.
- What are you doing? - He puts his finger in the chest, reproaching me, squeezing my ass harder than necessary.
- Me revenge. - I found sapeca - We're even now.
Gregory bit my lip and sucked me into his mouth. I put his face in his hands and I wanted to open my eyes to see it.
See it on me ... Watch as he loved me and had me.
But the link of our languages was so deep that I was only able to keep my eyes closed, feeling the explosion of hot colors behind my closed eyelids and amazed.
I tightened the muscles of his arms and felt our bodies on fire to cover a thin layer of cold sweat. That surface film that enveloped us and refreshed our fever, while my Greg delivered the way through our bodies, allowing me to be, again, her. The only man to whom I had allowed me to belong.
His.
With each thrust, sigh, prayer and desire.
His.
My butt resting on the cold stone which was counter to the kitchen, a little too high for Greg that stretched almost on tiptoes to slip deeper. Pushing my thighs against the marble, I supported my weight on his shoulders. The cheeks of my ass hurt pressed hard against the edge of the counter when I leaned down to find it. But the pain could not overcome hunger.
Nothing could ever overcome hunger.
His tongue was in the air, waiting for me, and I sunk into my mouth. Sucking, voracious. Holt kept filling me. The shortness of breath and continuous moans. His arms around me me balanced and excited at the same time.
- You gave up striptease? - His mouth was wet with my saliva.
- No way! - Gasped - Save some of your energy.
Greg moved the hip an unusual way and I groaned. Turning his erection inside me. Rebolei, forcing him to reach sensitive parts.
- I was promised one night awake. I grabbed the bands of my ass and slid his fingers between them - I demand you promised me.
I lifted his face, laughing, and he bit my chin, turning to stock its rhythmic and delicious way.
- Trying to hit a record of how many times I made you come in one night.
- I will not deceive me ... I want my striptease, Holt!
He kissed and licked my laughter.
- I even tried to get ... - caused - But you were just taking off my clothes.
- The flesh is weak. - Sucked the skin of his neck, holding it between his teeth. Licking region blushing under my constant suction. I squeezed in her chest, rubbing my breasts in your muscles.
- Very weak. - She moaned, closing his eyes at the contact between our bare skin, stimulating each region of our bodies.
It took up the kiss before I drop and admire my eyes. It was always that: my love was the only thing greater than the lust I felt for Holt. That heat that rises through the ribs and makes you blush just to see the person smile. That feverish behavior of accelerated hearts that dispenses nudity. Just a glance. A tiny promise of touch.
I cringed before him and let him do great. Me involving between his broad shoulders and strong arms. Protecting me in his warm embrace. Making me his with the whole body and not just your penis.
I closed my eyes.
I was losing myself too fast. I took a deep breath, trying to control myself.
I wanted it to last longer.
I wanted it to last forever.
I wanted to live forever with Holt inside me that very second that preceded our crises.
He took my ear in his mouth and was whispering that he loved me. Little words whispered evil distributing a mild shiver everywhere.
The summit came and snatched me. Making me bite the screams and stick nails into Gregory ribs. He moaned to me, but not pain by scratching ... moaned with pleasure. The pleasure I mirrored perfectly. There, surrounded by his arms and his affection.
He leaned over the counter to relieve the weight he had on me. His forehead was sweaty in the crook of my neck and I realized I had lost feeling in my legs that tingled and burned.
Holt inspired exaggeratedly and I laughed.
- You will end with me, Thoen.
- And you'll like. - I gave a playful slap on his half-naked ass.
- I'll love it. - Came out of me slowly, kissing my cheek
.
- You're not bad to have around. - I blinked, arrogant, and he pinched my thigh burned, helping me to reach the ground safely, despite my wobbly and unsteady legs, keeping me firmly in his grasp.
- Was that a compliment?
- Not yet. - I liked to tease her lips with mine. It was one of the parts that I liked. - You're kind. - I pressed our mouths, uniting them - intelligent. - He smiled, eyes almost closed, waiting for the following kisses he knew would come - Decent. - Not kissed purposely diverting our mouths at the last second - Dedicated. - Greg shook me, forcing the kiss I had denied and making me laugh - Yummy. - Moaned softly, licking his lips to tease him.
I expected him to push me to the room but instead he let me go. She took my face in his hands and smiled as if expecting something.
I was silent without understanding what he wanted.
- Is rich. - Added to my list.
- Oh, excuse me! - I rolled my eyes, exaggerated - and rich. Satisfied now?
- You have no idea. - Now he was pushing me into the room and covering my body with kisses.
- I thought you'd want to add the size of your dick or something.
- I understand that part when you moaned calling me good. - He admitted arrogant, closing the door behind us.
- Well then I retreat.
- Remove anything.
He carried me on his lap and I almost cried. My son's memory asleep in the next room was all that kept me from explaining my fright.
- What are you doing?
- I'm taking you to bed. - He knocked me down on the mattress and covered my body with his.
- What do you think you're doing? - I complained.
He hesitated about me. Now it was he who did not understand.
- I told you, Holt. - Smiles naughty, licking the line of his jaw and the feeling harden - will not deceive me. - I shoved my hands the waistband of his pants now open. The brazen smile on Greg's face disappeared in confusion when I buttoned his pants back. - Get up. - I sent, so I found that he was already precariously dress - did not hear me earlier? I want my striptease.
***********
I had already taken the clothes, of course.
But I do not remember ever done this dance.
Truth be told, I even remembered to dance in recent years. And certainly never with so sensual movements or an audience so eager.
Laura chose a song and put it to touch the phone's speakers. I did not know the music, but also do not know if would make a difference if I knew. I tried to smile rascal, but I'm sure a bit of embarrassment transpired in my gesture. His smile widened and I imagined that she found me lovely.
Wear clothes whole before continuing. I put up a tie.
- It's good, Holt! - Complained anxious - is to take off your clothes, not to put.
I narrowed my eyes reproaching his behavior.
- If you will be so bossy so I no longer shot. - I turned and shook his hips slowly, trying to keep pace with the music.
Don laughed, and hit in the buttock I offered. Unbuttoned shirt, one button at a time, turning so that he could see glimpses of my chest, but lost others. On the last lap I gave, I saw his body lean, watching me. Trying to follow my movement. She reached a precarious angle and nearly fell on the bed, making me smile.
That would be fun.
***********
Women associate sex dance.
I had a crazy horny for Holt, it was public knowledge.
But I did not expect my joke, almost innocent, had such a profound impact on my body.
I knew every centimeter of the body that Holt undressing slowly, but still ... there was something about the way he moved, teasing me, allowing me to see a little, but not much, which was consuming me in desire. I felt hot and wet, moving my thighs to track their movement and to create one of my own, one that would encourage even minimally unbearable itch that the ripple of his muscles caused me.
There is something glorious to admire a beautiful body.
And that's exactly what Holt had. He took off his shirt, displaying his broad chest, his muscles were divided in the abdomen, a single drawing in which an appetizing washboard found his pubic hair, surrounded by pelvic indentation that made that forbidden path.
And I was biting my lips with a force that out of my control.
Concluded the ripple of his stomach with a strong thrust in the air and something within my womb trembled. I squeezed my thighs, my circunvaginais contracting muscles involuntarily, creating the sensation that bordered on one the final tense moments that precede the most sublime orgasm. Holt opened his pants buttons and I stared into the light at the base of your abdomen. That hypnotic track announcing indescribable pleasures.
Rolled in a firm way, male. The pants slipped and I gasped, he held the cloth, preventing her to go and I could drool. I raised the window asking, with a gesture that he gave a ride. He obeyed slowly.
The man had a beautiful ass. That high curve that makes you forget the time, holding his gaze to infinity. making you forget even that there is a whole body following the ass.
I just stopped watching her as he turned. Showing his erection trapped in underwear. He stroked long and I was wet.
Or perhaps I should say more wet.
Greg was wearing nothing but a shirt, completely open, the loose tie around the neck and underwear that was tighter for him every second that passed.
My thighs throbbed around my soaking wet entrance and I got up.
- I have not finished. - He warned.
I did not care. I shoved my hands down her arms, feeling the hard under my fingers, baring what was left of his shirt. I got off the tongue down his chest, following the line of the tie. He groaned and I squeezed myself into it, pulling on the tie, sucking his mouth, biting his chest.
I realized just what was needed for his chest to be absolutely perfect would be my saliva. I pushed him against the bed. Holt laughed grabbing my thighs while I was riding on it.
His fingers poked in my hungry meat and I was swaying on his underwear. Those manly hands squeezing me with taste and hump on his cock was going to take me to orgasm, it was right. I pulled his hands, trying to prolong the pleasure and used his necktie to tie them in the head.
- Oh, you stole my idea. - Growled, horny - Did you tie this motherfucker. - I rebolei - Get you abertinha me, unable to move or complain. - His words were becoming a moan and I closed my eyes - I was going to fuck you slowly, making you ask for more.
- Greg, shut up or I'll come.
- Only rubbing me as a bitch? - He moved his hips as he had done in his sensual dance, dancing beneath me and I felt my pussy throb. She wanted a stick or an orgasm. But now I wanted.
I shoved my hands in my hair, arched body and rode him as if he already had penetrated me.
- Sun, I'll come too. Let me eat you, love, please. Get that panties. - Moaned desperately.
- No -. Groaned, I bit my fingers feeling the orgasm come. Greg howled obscenities, rubbing against my crotch, crumbling in relief, drenching his own underwear with his sperm.
***********
- I think we should visit his mother this weekend. - He suggested.
I swallowed the dry feeling horribly guilty.
- Is a good idea.
He shook my hand, careful, probably reading my soul as he always did so well.
- Tyler! - Complained - not push the vegetables to the sides. You will not fool me! And for eating! And Hyatt! The puree is dead, stop poking it with a spoon. Or boot in the mouth and eat or wide the silverware, says he is pleased and grateful.
The two looked at each other, guilty and obeyed. I was smiling and shrugging to them, indicating my helplessness in the face of the rules of Thoen. Who was it sent and it was better that everyone learn this early.
The week went alone and had easily become one of the happiest periods of my life.
Zahner asked for my help with some other things in Baxter and I did what I could cheerfully. But that had been basically my only work i
n recent days. Other than that, it was vacation: I took the dog for a walk, keeping the house clean, took the boys to school and made sure me that they had done the tasks. And at night ... At night I had Laura. Laura had all. Only for me.
Hyatt came to pass one day and ended up staying four. He and Don were getting along at an incredible speed. As I got closer to Ty with his quiet way, shy and gentle, Hyatt seemed to have found in Laura a personality that fit best in your and everything in our lives began to function as a perfect gear.
The boys were learning to accept each other as a good unusual company, but also wrangled frequently. Laura scolding and ended all his little discussions making excuses and asked to embrace. They still had a long way to go, but they were all trying to make it work.
Tyler called me "father" with increasing ease and in just over 72 hours, Laura had managed to weed out much of the prejudice that Elizabeth had tucked in Hyatt from the cradle.
I was so happy that even risked a beer and a friendly chat with Zahner on one of the nights.
I leaned over, putting his arm the chair and resting his hand on the shoulder of Don. She turned and kissed my lips as the boys decided that alien Ben 10 each was.
- Less talk and more food. - Laura complained - I want to clean dishes. I will not throw food out! You know why?
- Why are people starving in the world. - Answered synchronized.
- Exactly! And it's offensive throw food out. Finish!
I squeezed her shoulder and pulled her to me.
I wanted another kiss.
She turned smiling and has given me what I asked for. He stroked my cheek with affection.
Was her.
Whenever it.
It was my gift who kept my whole world turning on the right axis.
It was she who made it perfect.
Ty and Hyatt had eaten and she gave instructions to all start clearing the table. I got up and helped my family to do the dishes.
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- Zahner! I thought we should not find us so!
- No problem, Malcolm. Research is already well advanced. There is not much that can be done to stop us now.
- I thank you for that, you know ...
- Malcolm ... I owe you a lot. And you are a friend. Know this. No need to thank.
- I worry every day. Especially with Laura and the boy.
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