It seemed like a good idea; after all, she lives far away, removed from society, in that old, secluded neighborhood. But her bed, warm as a hot water bottle, and her tongue... expert...
Not like my girlfriend's...
"It'll just be this once, no one will know," Roberto convinced himself as he got into the taxi, desperate to get to her house, eager to feel her tongue, her mouth on his...
Ugh, his heartbeat isn't letting him think clearly. He calls her. She answers, "I'm close."
She laughs mischievously, and Roberto has to use all his willpower to maintain his composure. It's been months since he felt alive for the first time in a long time, and it was with her. He opens the door and walks to her room. Any hint of doubt, guilty conscience, or guilt disappears; he feels like the climax is about to arrive... And he hasn't even touched her yet.
The moment arrives, their eyes meet, a burning, fervent desire within them begins to unfold, to unfold their clothes, their morals, their limitations...
She knows his intentions, but she wants more, more of him, more of his giant hands... He gently touches her head, trembling, and pulls her towards his waist. She has no bad intentions, just different desires, and in a desperate burst of suppressed desire, she climbs on top of him.
"Uh... No..." he manages to exclaim when he notices she's not using protection, but protocols go out the door when she, frantically, begins to move.
He tries to speak but drowns in his own lust. He takes her by the hips and accepts his fate: she's in charge now, there's nothing he can do... or even be able to do.
In that instant, he stops counting the seconds until the inevitable happens, and Shock! He pours his humanity into her, giving himself completely, allowing himself to be carried away by the image of that woman, in all her splendor, thirsty for him, sweat running down her face...
Post-coital panic begins to explode in his head. What if...?
She interrupts him: "You know, I was dying to feel you inside me."
With candid eyes, he replies: "When I saw you, I was about to come before I could come." It was a shock to see you on top of me... but I knew I couldn't do anything to stop it.
Spanish:
Parecía una buena idea, después de todo, ella vive lejos, apartada de la sociedad, en ese barrio viejo y apartado.. Pero su cama, tibia como una bolsa de agua caliente y su lengua.. experta..
No como la de mi novia..
"sólo será esta vez, nadie lo sabrá", Se convencía Roberto mientras se subía al taxi, desesperado por llegar a la casa de ella, deseoso de sentir su lengua, su boca en su..
Uff, los latidos de su corazón no le permiten pensar con claridad. La llama. Ella contesta." estoy cerca"..
Ella se rié pícaramente y a Roberto le toca usar toda su fuerza de voluntad para mantener la compostura. Han pasado meses desde la última vez que se sintió vivo por primera vez en mucho tiempo y fué con ella.. Abre la puerta, camino a la habitación se borra cualquier atisbo de duda, cargo de conciencia o culpa, siente como el clímax está a punto de llegar.. Y aún no la ha tocado.
El momento llega, las miradas se cruzan, un deseo ardiente, fervorozo dentro de ellos empieza a desdoblarse, a desdoblarze la ropa, la moral, las limitaciones..
Ella sabe sus intenciones, pero ella desea más, más de él, más de sus manos gigantes más.. Él toca su cabeza con delicadeza, temblando, y la atrae hacia su cintura, ella no tiene malas intenciones, solo desos distintos y en arranque desesperado de deseo contenido, se sube sobre él.
-eh.. No.. alcanza a exclama él al notar que no usa protección, pero los protocolos se van por la puerta cuando ella, frenética, empieza a moverse,
El intenta hablar pero se ahoga en su propia lujuria, la toma por las caderas y acepta su destino: ella está a cargo ahora, no hay nada que él pueda hacer.. o siquiera pueda hacer.
En ese instante deja de contar los segundos para que lo inevitable suceda y Shock! derrama su humanidad dentro de ella, entregado por completo, se deja llevar por la imagen de esa mujer, en todo su esplendor, sedienta de él, con el sudor corriéndole por la cara..
El pánico post coito empieza a explotar en su cabeza, ¿y si..?
Ella lo interrumpe : - "¿sabes? me moría por sentirte dentro de mi"
Con ojos cándidos él responde: - "cuando te vi, estaba a punto de llegar antes de" llegar", fué un shock verte sobre mi.. pero supe que no podría hacer nada para evitarlo."
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