7. The ashes of an old passion

7. The ashes of an old passion

I stopped breathing, I couldn't even close my eyes from the shock, but when his tongue opened my mouth I let myself be carried away by the thousands of sensations that I began to feel, I gasped into his mouth when it began to become more intense and wild, his hands on my waist sliding through the fabric of my shirt, I could feel how the heat of his hands was transferred to my body as if it were fire, it didn't take me long to feel how my whole body became completely hot and began to vibrate, remembering the abstinence that I had from so many months without sex, I pressed my chest to his and gasped when he kissed my neck while squeezing my buttocks, I touched the front of his pajama pants and felt how hard he was.

Damn, I had forgotten how much this man was able to turn me on with just one touch, the intensity had not changed at all despite so many years, suddenly he squeezed my buttocks and lifted me onto the counter while he kissed my neck and his hands moved down. to caress my breasts, my nipples completely erect wanting to stand out from the fabric.

"I have a theory," he whispered in my ear while his hands squeezed my breasts deliciously.

"Which is it?" I gasped, his lips went up to my ear.

"You're not wearing panties." She whispered, biting my earlobe, sending a strong shudder throughout my body, while her hands went down to the edge of my shirt and began to raise it to my waist with a slight dark smile dancing on her lips.

"I habe a theory." She continued saying.

His mouth went to mine again, sucking my lips at the same time that his tongue played with mine, he spread my legs and got between them while his hand slowly rose to the middle of my legs, touching me through all my wetness directly with his fingers. cold, I shuddered, arching against him and his mouth went to my nipples, nibbling on the fabric, sending me to the slight line between pain and pleasure, but one thing was certain, I didn't want him to stop.

“Uhm, wet,” he whispered, his hot breath passing through the fabric of my nipples making me shiver.

Two of his fingers entered my opening while his gray eyes watched me, I leaned back a little to give him better access when he began to move his fingers back and forth, his thumb began to press my swollen clit a little in light circles, I moaned like a complete hysteric on the verge of screaming as the steam flooded from my belly to the rest of my body, I could feel the tingling invade my legs.

He always knew how to touch me.

"Shh, the house is very quiet," he whispered with an evil smile on his lips without stopping moving his fingers inside me and biting my nipples, I felt like he was in paradise. I pursed my lips to stop myself from screaming, but the sensation was too intense, I looked down at him and his darkened gray eyes collided with mine.

"I thought you hated me." I blamed him, the fever and tension between the two of us going from 0 to 1000 in less than a second.

"I do," he whispered hoarsely, "or at least there is a part of me that does, but the desire to taste you after so much eats away at me."

In one movement he took his fingers out of me, leaving me all trembling, and then he pulled my legs up to his neck, sticking his head into my center, licking my sex mercilessly, moving his tongue like an expert. I gasped, holding myself back so as not to fall. I was on the verge of touching my orgasm, I covered my mouth with one hand as I was about to touch my orgasm when suddenly footsteps were heard.

"Shit," Angelo said and let me go, walking away at the same time as I got off, almost falling, and adjusted the shirt I was wearing. Both with heavy breathing trying to act normally when Freddy; Angelo's brother came in, his face somewhat swollen and half asleep, he went straight to the refrigerator to get some milk.

Damn.

He felt my legs wet, my nipples still complaining against the shirt on the verge of pleasure, my body trembling. But how had everything gotten out of control if we didn't even seem to tolerate each other? I looked at Angelo, he was focused on washing the tea things as if nothing had happened, but his breathing was still a little labored and the front of his pants was obviously bulging.

"Hey, did they make tea?" Freddy asked, "I can't sleep either."

"That timely." Angelo whispered between his teeth.

"Let's have some tea, I'm going to sleep now," I said, trying to keep my tone of voice from sounding so fast, "rest."

I left the kitchen quickly and went up to the bed, as soon as I lay down I ran my hands over my lips without being able to believe that we were still each other's weakness even though it was hard for me to admit it.