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Chapter 66
Edgar Torn.
Sarah and I were kissing, and with every touch of her lips, my body screamed to go further. I wanted to pin her against the wall, kiss her mouth urgently, nibble her neck, taste her entirely... feel her breasts in my mouth... her intimacy on my lips... heavens... I was becoming desperate for her...
But I had to stop. Just for now.
The time would come... soon.
I pulled away from her a little, still hugging her... I feel my heart beating fast.
She looked at me with shining eyes, her breath coming in gasps, her lips still parted.
“Let's eat before it gets cold,” I said, trying to control my desire.
She smiled, a little embarrassed, nodding her head.
We sat down across from each other. The smell of food enveloped us. The pie was really delicious—creamy, well seasoned, the kind of food that warms more than the stomach.
We had a nice dinner.
The juice was cold, just sweet enough.
Perfect.
We talked little as we ate, but words weren't necessary. Our eyes sought each other, as if promising, Later... it will continue.
Let's feel each other.
As we want so much.
I finished the last bite.
After Sarah finished eating too, I offered to wash the dishes. Sarah cleared the table, focused, while I put the clean dishes in the dish rack, trying to keep my mind off the thoughts that tempted me every second.
Then my cell phone vibrated.
It was Detective Rolland.
Tomorrow, at 11 a.m., I need to talk to you, Edgar. Please confirm you can meet me.
My heart raced. One more step... maybe closer to the truth.
But this wasn't the time. Sarah didn't need to know how much my mind still carried the weight of that past.
I replied quickly:
I'll be there. See you tomorrow!
I put my cell phone in my pocket. I turned to dry my hands, trying to compose myself, and that's when I felt her arms wrap around me from behind. Her hands touched my stomach slowly, her body pressed against mine.
“How about we go to my room, hmm? Enough tidying up.”
Her voice was low, warm, and full of intent.
I wanted that too. How I wanted it.
I turned slowly. Our eyes met. I took her hand and led her with me to her room.
When we got there, Sarah turned on the air conditioning, which was already making the room cool and cozy. She left the door ajar. And then... she came to me.
Her hands moved up my neck, her fingers caressing the back of my neck.
She stood on tiptoe, pressing our bodies together, and whispered:
“I wanted so much to be alone with you...”
Her words set me on fire.
I wanted the same thing.
Our lips met again—and this time, no one would get in our way.
My hands grabbed her waist firmly, and I lifted her up, fitting her body on my lap. She clung to my neck, and the kiss deepened.
It was hunger. Desire. Promise.
We wanted to feel each other intensely.
I carried her to the bed carefully. I sat down with her still on my lap, our mouths still locked, our breath mingling.
My fingers traced the curves of her body urgently.
Hers lightly scratched my shoulders and my chest—as if she wanted to feel me entirely, as if she were engraving my body in her memory.
Her hands began to remove my shirt; I did the same with the strap of her dress. I lowered it... I stopped kissing her lips, and my eyes went to her exposed shoulders... the neckline that teased me.
“You're perfect, Sarah,” I whispered as I nibbled on her lower lip.
She smiled, panting, her eyes shining, and ran her fingers across my bare chest.
I laid her down slowly on the sheets. I leaned over her, kissing her neck, moving down to her collarbone. Every part of her skin seemed to beg for my touch.
She was so soft, her skin quivering at my touch.
She wanted me.
And I wanted her more than anything.
I took off my pants with precision and continued lowering her dress; now she was naked... just for me.
It was the best view.
Our bodies met again, now skin to skin.
The heat increased, even with the cool air in the room.
My kisses returned to her neck, now bolder, slower. She let out a low moan, and I knew I was on the right track.
“Edgar...” she murmured, between sighs, digging her fingers into my chest.
“I want you too, Sarah... so much,” I said hoarsely.
My hands slid down her thighs, moving slowly upward, making her gasp.
She was mine.
She wanted me to touch her... I was going to continue what we started at the party, and this time... I was going to enter her... feel her wet flesh.
The kiss became even more urgent.
My hands touched her intimacy; she was wet, she wanted me...
She was so soft... so hot.
I continued kissing her lips and masturbating her...
My mouth on hers... sucking her tongue...
I was hungry.
I took my fingers out of her and entered her... I sank my cock inside her, and Sarah... moaned loudly... begging for more.