POV: Misaki
I look at the clock on the wall.
You're doing unusually late, an odious business dinner, to which you were dragged by the head of public relations, but especially by your editor.
Aikawa tonight was really elegant and sophisticated in a suit fitting, as her scent, which still lingers in the air.
And 'gentle with me.
And with you ... I would hate to see how you and rarely touches you, but I want to focus on you, Usagi san, on every single word you tell her, each of which probed how, when you get nervous for her right reproaches.
Erotic tension.
The sensei has explained to me this morning, on request.
Curious like a monkey, of course, I then made the third degree.
So I wonder, without being able to answer, about why she has the keys to our house ...?
Why so much I start to feel everything that surrounds my silly person?
I need it.
This is the pure truth, which neither you nor the sensei, let alone my brother, has the courage to tell me.
Sometimes I doubt you want to pity me for life, while I ...
I now I'm still too young and inexperienced to win independence ultimately, through which I could go and then ... and then ...?
If only it were so in love with you, Usagi san.
If only ...
Stupid pride.
Nestled between the sheets sweaty, I dreamed of you and us.
The excitement made me awaken sweaty and agitated.
You'll still be around with them? ... With her?
Can not.
Usagi San true?
True ...?
Please ...
A padded reach your room.
We keep a lot of toys, teddy bears and devilry of every kind.
It's my turn to reorder more, but I do not regret: I love to take care of yourself, prepare your warm bath, cooked delicious food, I love everything about you ....
I open the door without a sound.
"Misaki are you?"
I shivered.
"... Then you wake up? I'm sorry ... "
"What happened?"
"Nothing I just wanted to ..."
Turn on the light and your eyes become a crack: "What have you got on Misaki?"
I step back, as if I had been discovered.
Damn!
Had you left her on the couch, a shirt for washing, always my job, but still clean and, especially, your smell, which I love.
I have stuck.
You sit down and he points a finger - "We are talking about, Misaki." - You say seriously, then beating the palm on the mattress.
I nod, dry throat and you seem intuit.
Your palms fresh catch my cheekbones, torturing them with a slight shudder and then seal our lips.
Your language is sublime, with my writhing, as if combattessimo a war already won or lost, depending on your point of view.
Let me be honest with myself, but I was so scared, Usagi san.
I know that will help me understand the feelings which inflamed my heart, but now is another obstacle to overcome, at least for me.
The separation is painful, your hands are already extremely intrusive to be able to resist, but I have to do it.
"Stop it!" - Roar, escaping to your next hug.
"Misaki ..."
How much pain, in these irises, when you reject Usagi san, seems to collapse into endless night, despair at not being able to have my loving attention, but instead I offer you generous and continues.
I am a coward, a coward ... my love ... "My love ..." - I whisper.
Your eyes seem to explode, because your heart, that seems to spill from his chest.
"Misaki ...?"
Amazement absolute, shared by both.
"My love, you love her, perhaps?" - I ask, broken in half, knowing that I will survive your eventual agreement.
I caress his right cheek, as a father the son in the consular frightened by tomorrow.
A tomorrow without you, Usagi san.
"What we're making ... Misaki?" - I ask softly.
"It 'a doubt horrible, but I ..."
"It 'a terrible mistake ...." - And smile.
As Usagi are beautiful, as you are immense, with your destructive masculinity, which now comes over me, not to prove that you belong to me, I know from the first moment of us, but only to signify that we are one, a ' one person.
And that loneliness, no longer inhabit my days.
Leave me your belly shakes and even a few drops of your essence bathe me: my moans grow more acute this incredible feeling, to lewdness and eroticism, I want to amplify, because they deserve it.
Pushes you under me, I would ride them for an unexpected trip.
Our fingers intertwined, my body knows what to do, instinctively.
The thought, your prowess was reborn and bridled at the crack of flesh, blood, nerves and button through which you will reach the limit, within me.
"Misaki!"
It 'a fevered gasp, what emerges from your throat: the gather, which rushed with a kiss, then sucking his chin and his mouth again and again the language: you're my, my, my!
My hips are screaming in the wind, where we are struck by how light waves, sun and salt anagallide petals.
"Here I am ... ... I am Misaki ..."
The pants of your orgasms are sublimated into mine, torn by incessant contractions: you're stroking me, and we are at the peak occurs.
It 'like rain, and then spurts spreads, sublime and incessant.
Play with my hair.
"... You were sleeping?" - Whispers in the darkness of the room.
"No Usagi san ..."
"Misaki ..."
"Do not cut yourself off from me." - I ask seriously, but childish.
I devour your wrists, I want your spicy aroma of tobacco on him, your hands all over big, sensual voice in your neck, where a multitude of kisses scatter hours.
"How long do you want me to do, Misaki?"
"From the beginning dell'imbrunire up to every morning." - I say to you and wrapped by the dream, you have given me since we are together.
I feel your smile between the shoulder blades.
This will, I am sure now.
THE END
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