- Grazie, ma non rifare mai più una

- Grazie, ma non rifare mai più una cosa del genere -

Non saresti mai dovuta andare da mio padre… sei stata una pazza, come lo sono io ora che ti guardo negli occhi e mi lascio trascinare da ciò che desidera il mio cuore da tanto tempo...

L’attirò verso di sé e la baciò, era da quando l’aveva fatto prima che aveva voglia di farlo ancora. L’afferrò per la vita e se la mise cavalcioni passandole le mani sulla schiena e baciandole il collo dimenticando calma e inibizioni. Maya s’inarcò posandogli le mani sulle spalle, tutte le immagini che aveva visto quando lo aveva guardato mentre dormiva le inondarono la mente.

Come può bruciarmi così la pelle? Ogni suo tocco è come un marchio ardente! Non mi riconosco neanche più, io non sono così! Ma con lui è sempre tutto diverso… io sono diversa...

Masumi ritrovò le sue labbra e le conquistò di nuovo, sentendola arrendevole e partecipe. Lo meravigliò quella sua reazione sentita, Maya era sempre stata timida e riservata ma con lui, il modo che aveva sempre avuto di affrontarlo senza paura, era diversa. Niente sarebbe più stato lo stesso se avesse fatto l’amore con lei, ogni cosa avrebbe preso una sfumatura diversa, e sapeva che sarebbe stata come una droga, di cui non sarebbe più riuscito a fare a meno. Si tirò su, in ginocchio, portandola con sé e la distese, il sole dell’alba che filtrava dalla finestra la inondò completamente facendo brillare la sua pelle. Aveva le guance arrossate, gli occhi lucidi pieni di aspettativa e le labbra dischiuse.

Tutto ciò che di razionale c’era in lui e che era stato il cardine portante della sua vita svanì in quell’istante, quando la guardò. Stava per dirle che non sarebbe più riuscito a fermarsi ma lei lo baciò zittendolo e gli sfilò la maglietta. Quel gesto così spontaneo e guidato da brama e curiosità spinse i loro cuori a battere follemente.

Masumi si appoggiò sui ginocchi e si sfilò la maglietta… ma che sto facendo…

Maya lo osservò con sguardo rapito, sedendosi sui ginocchi anche lei. Il sole illuminava perfettamente la sua pelle chiara, i muscoli tirati, era alto anche in quella posizione rispetto a lei. Sono io questa? Lo voglio toccare e mi va di farlo... Sono io? Proprio io? Ed lui davanti a me? La metà della mia anima… perfetto e bellissimo…

Allungò una mano sottraendosi al suo sguardo rovente e la posò sul cuore sussultando e arrossendo. La pelle era calda e liscia, si avvicinò appoggiando anche l’altra mano. Era la prima volta che vedeva un uomo nudo… mezzo nudo in realtà… e avvampò pensando a ciò che ancora non aveva davvero mai visto.

Masumi la osservava attento, era arrossita ma non aveva esitato a toccarlo. Appena aveva appoggiato la mano sulla sua pelle aveva sentito una scossa che gli era arrivata diritta all’inguine. Aveva dovuto fare uno sforzo notevole per non spogliarla e toccarla andando contro a tutto ciò che la sua mente bramava.

E’ troppo giovane… troppo… e io sono un irresponsabile… ma Maya non gli lasciò tempo per riflettere ancora, perché fece salire le dita lievi e tremanti fino alle scapole e ne seguì la forma con gli indici. Teneva la bocca socchiusa e respirava veloce, gli occhi lucidi puntati sulle sue mani. Rimase immobile lasciandole il suo tempo anche se ogni secondo che passava quelle dita abbattevano un mattone di quel muro di integrità e autocontrollo che si era imposto.

E’ solido… come avevo avvertito quando mi aveva abbracciato anche in passato… la sua pelle è calda come la mia… chissà cosa penserà ora… io non so niente… come può essere attratto da una come me con tutte le donne bellissime che gli girano intorno?

Masumi vide che il suo sguardo si induriva all’improvviso, chissà a cosa aveva pensato… fermò anche le mani che stavano scendendo lungo le braccia facendolo rabbrividire di piacere ma poi riprese quella strana attività esplorativa. Maya non ti rendi neanche conto di quello che mi fai… Da quando l’aveva conosciuta non aveva più avuto rapporti con altre donne, non gli erano mai interessate particolarmente ma conoscere lei e dimenticarsi del resto del mondo fu tutt’uno. La sognava, continuamente, e in quei sogni sfogava i suoi desideri più intimi e segreti che credeva non si sarebbero mai avverati.

Hasil (Inggris) 1:

-Thanks, but not redo ever again a thing- You never had to go to my father ... you were crazy, as I am now that I look into your eyes and I let myself be carried away by what you want my heart for a long time ...The attracted towards him and kissed her, had since had done before that he wanted to do it again. Grabbed her by the waist and if placed astride passing hands on her back and kissing the neck calms and forgetting inhibitions. Maya is bowed posandogli hands on shoulders, all the images he saw when he watched while sleeping the flooded my mind.How can burn the skin? His every touch is like a fiery brand! I don't even recognize myself anymore, I'm not so! But with him it's always different ... I'm different ...Masumi found her lips and captured again, were yielding and participant. I marveled that his reaction felt, Maya had always been shy and reserved but with him, the way he had always had to deal with it without fear, was different. Nothing would be the same if he made love to her, everything would have taken a different shade, and knew it was like a drug, which would no longer be able to do without. You pulled up, on her knees, bringing her with him, and the Sun of dawn that seeped from the window completely flooded by shining her skin. Had flushed cheeks, shining eyes full of expectation and lips parted.Everything there was in him rationally and that had been the mainstay of his life evaporated in that moment, when looked at her. He was about to tell her that he would never be able to stop but she kissed him zittendolo and peeled off my shirt. That gesture so spontaneous and driven by lust and curiosity pushed their hearts beat wildly.Masumi leaned on his knees and slipped my shirt ... but I am doing ...The Maya observed with kidnapped, sitting on my knees too. The sun shone his light skin, pulled muscles, was high even in that position than her. Am I this? I want to touch him and I want to do it ... It's me? Just me? And him in front of me? Half of my soul ... perfect and beautiful ...A hand reached out from his hot gaze and put it over your heart sussultando and blushing. The skin was warm and smooth, approached by placing the other hand. It was the first time he saw a naked man ... half naked in reality ... and thinking about what avvampò still hadn't really ever seen.Masumi watched her attentive, was blushing but had not hesitated to touch it. Just had the hand placed on her skin had heard that shock came straight to the groin. He had to make a concerted effort not to undress her and touch her going against everything that his mind sought.She's too young ... too ... and I am an irresponsible ... but Maya did not left him time to think again, because he made up the slight trembling fingers and up the shoulder blades and form ensued with indexes. Holding his mouth ajar and breathing fast, shiny eyes focused on his hands. Motionless, leaving his time although each second that passed those fingers tore down a brick wall that integrity and self-control he had imposed.It's solid ... as I was warned when I had embraced in the past ... its skin is warm like mine ... I wonder what will now ... I don't know ... How can be attracted to someone like me with all the beautiful women that revolve around?Masumi saw that his gaze suddenly hardened, I wonder what he thought ... stopped they were hands down my arms causing him to shudder with pleasure but then resumed the exploratory activities. Maya you don't even know what I do ... Since he had known no longer had had relationships with other women, they were never particularly interested but know her and forget the rest of the world was one. The dreamed, continuously, and in those dreams vented his innermost desires and secrets that she thought would never come true.

Hasil (Inggris) 2:

- Thanks, but do not repeat never a thing - You would never have to go to my father ... you were crazy, as I am now that I look into your eyes and let myself be carried away by what want my heart for so time ... He pulled her towards him and kissed her, he was since he had done before that he wanted to do it again. He grabbed her by the waist and straddled her running his hands on his back and kissing her neck forgetting calm and inhibitions. Maya arched laying her hands on his shoulders, all the images he had seen when he had watched as he slept the flooded his mind. How well can burn the skin? His every touch is like a burning brand! I do not recognize myself even more, I'm not so! But he is always completely different ... I'm different ... Masumi found his lips and won again, feeling submissive and sympathetic. I wondered what his reaction felt, Maya had always been shy and reserved but with him, the way he had always had to face it without fear, was different. Nothing would be the same if he had made ​​love to her, everything would have taken a different shade, and knew it would be like a drug, which would not be able to do without. He pulled up, kneeling, taking her with him and spread it, the rising sun through the window the flooded completely by shining his skin. Her cheeks were flushed, his eyes bright and full of expectation lips parted. All that was rational in him and that he had been the pillar of his life vanished in that instant, when looked at her. He was about to tell her that would not be able to stop but she kissed him silencing him and took off his shirt. That gesture so spontaneous and driven by lust and curiosity pushed their hearts beating wildly. Masumi leaned on his knees and pulled off his shirt ... but I'm doing ... Maya watched with rapt, sitting on his knees, too. The sun lit up her pale skin perfectly, pulled muscles, was also high in that position than her. I have this? I want to touch and feel like I'm doing it ...? Me? And him in front of me? Half of my soul ... perfect and beautiful ... He reached out from under the scorching his eyes and laid it on his heart wincing and blushing. The skin was warm and smooth, approached resting his other hand. It was the first time he saw a naked man ... half naked ... and actually blushed thinking about what still had not really ever seen. Masumi watched carefully, had blushed but did not hesitate to touch it. As soon as he put his hand on her skin she had felt a shock that had come straight to the groin. He had to make a considerable effort to undress and touch her ​​not going against everything that his mind craved. And 'too young ... too ... and I'm an irresponsible ... but Maya did not give him time to think again, because he made ​​up his fingers mild shaking up the shoulder blades and followed the form with the indexes. His mouth was slightly open, breathing fast, shiny eyes focused on her hand. He stood still letting his time although with each passing second the fingers striking down a brick to the wall of integrity and self-control that was imposed. And 'solid ... as I told when I had embraced in the past ... her skin is hot as my ... I wonder what she'll think now ... I do not know anything ... as can be attracted to someone like me with all the beautiful women who wander around? Masumi saw that his eyes suddenly hardened, who knows what he thought ... stopped also the hands that were falling down his arms making him shiver of pleasure but then resumed the strange exploration. Maya does not make you even realize what you do to me ... Since I had known he had not had relations with other women, but he had never particularly interested to know her and forget the rest of the world it was one. The dreamed, continuously, and in those dreams vented his innermost desires and secrets that he believed would never come true.

Hasil (Inggris) 3:

Thank you very much, but never reseal more such a thing -

you would have not ever had to go to my father… six was a mad, as I am now that look in his eyes and left me drag what they want to my heart for a long time ...

THE attracted toward you and the kiss, was from when he had done before he wanted to do it again.THE man grabbed for the life and if he evaded astride the hands on the back and baciandole the neck forgetting calm and inhibitions. Maya s the'S degree she s eyebrows shot up the hands on the shoulders, all the images that he had seen in that he had watched while sleeping the first inundated the mind.

as can to burn me so the skin? His every touch and as a brand burning! I do not recognize myself even more,I am not so! But with him and always completely different… i am different ...

Masumi meeting his lips and the conquered again, by feeling it appeasing and sharer. The astonished that his reaction felt, Maya had always been shy and reserved but with him, the way it always had to deal with it without fear, was different.