Ideal Marriage (6 page)

Benedict ed ***reflx mng itself.

" he would not surprise to me.

" Mario…

" He is dead " Benedict said smoothly ".

and Francesca is very beautiful a young woman who deserves itself to be happy.

The traffic light changed and the car reached speed.

Gabbi focused its attention on the lights to the other side of the port.

The scene was like a postcard, and she had often admired it in the past.

Nevertheless that night did not have same the attractiveness.

" You think that it cannot return to fall in love? Gabbi remained shut up seconds.

" As it loved Mario, no.

" the affection, the stability, and the security can be a good substitute.

It felt like a jab.

He was that what he thought of the marriage his? The fire and the passion…

they were only of her? The car crossed the Bridge of the Port, soon doubled towards the districts of the east.

They would arrive immediately at house.

And like other nights, she would sleep in her arms, after making the love.

To deny Benedict was like refusing to itself…

Gabbi raised the stairs as soon as they arrived at house.

" I will change.

And one would put in jacuzzi, decided as soon as it arrived at the plant from above.

It would relax the tension to him of the body and it would help it to relax.

It did not relax it as much.

The doubts that always accompanied it in their mind left to the surface.

It examined one to one.

Benedict wanted it in their bed, but, she needed it? Only to her? Probably, no, it thought with sadness, knowing that there would be hundreds of ready women to occupy his place.

With or without marriage of by means.

It was impossible to deny the factor of the security.

With her, Benedict had a wife who someday would inherit half of a company of two million dollars, which would duplicate their part.

And the stability would finish consolidating with the children.

Then, why it took precautions to prevent the pregnancy? Gabbi closed the eyes to dream.

It saw the shared joy of the first times of pregnancy, its belly enlarged with the boy of Benedict and soon to new born sucking his chest.

But it was more than that idyllic image.

Much more.

New born it would be transformed into a conscious boy by which it surrounded it, of its parents.

The economic security would not be no problem, but, and the emotional security? The divorce had a very traumatic effect, and to have to accept padrastro or one madrastra in the place of a dear being was worse still.

It wanted that his son grew up in a happy home with two parents it emotionally jeopardize the one with the other.

A marriage based on the businesses lacked the essential ingredient of a stable relation: the love.

And the love on the part of one of them was not sufficient.

Damn it is! The introspection did not help absolutely, thought Gabbi.

" To sleep in jacuzzi is not good idea.

Gabbi did not open to the eyes when hearing the voice of Benedict.

" it was not sleeping.

" it cheers to know it to Me.

You think to be long time here? " Awhile.

Benedict did not say anything, and she left.

Perhaps it had been going down to see the last economic report of London, New York and Tokyo in the fax.

Or perhaps one had undressed and one had lain down.

The hot water and to pressure had a relajante effect, and let fly its thoughts…

Until its childhood, with pretty memories of its mother, and James.

After James, it followed…

Monique, and…

The eyes of Gabbi opened of blow when feeling a foot touching his.

One was with a pair of brown eyes, almost black, watching it with picardía.

" What you are doing here? " it asked frightened, although it was not the first time that used jacuzzi together.

" it disturbs my presence as much to You? I am an intruder? " Yes " she said, although it was not absolutely certain ".

Not " said soon, trying to fix it, without being able to let watch those factions: wide jaw, a pronounced chin, and the sensual curvature of its lips.

The mouth moved slightly, and could see its white teeth.

" You seem uncertain.

" Because perhaps it is it.

The smooth aroma of its colony had a disturbing effect, and it expanded the pupils when he drew his lips with a finger.

"Please", she in silence requested.

"you do not do that to me".

Benedict began to destroy their defenses slowly, breaking them one to one with the caress of their hands.

The fingers slid by their neck, soon caressed their chests, they took them and they played with its nipples.

It opened the lips and closed the eyes.

Nobody must have as much control on another person, thought.

It must have some mechanism by which such invasion could not be allowed, such possession, thought she.

Strong hands settled in the waist of her, and without effort, Benedict turned it to seat it him in front of.

It felt like prisoner of the force of her shoulders, of her muscular arms that touched his.

She felt heat, a heat that did not have anything to do with the temperature of the water, and when the lips of Benedict bit their neck delicately, she sighed, accepting it.

It had the tact and the wisdom to excite to a woman until madness.

And the control to maintain it abyss of pleasing on the brink of madness until she requested desperately that she released it of that erótica tension.

It was a very sensual trip that crossed many ways, to length of which Gabbi did not love to another one but him.

She knew that she had given his fortune, her life, everything…

so that it felt the same.

The hands of Benedict slid by their shoulders, and it made it watch it front.

Soon, she took possession from his mouth.

It surrounded the neck to him, sank her fingers in her hair and she embraced it strongly.

There was passion in that kiss, on the part of both.

She savored the dulzura of his mouth, the heat of his language.

She wanted to play with him, to verify the automatic control level.

And to see if he were able to break it.

Gabbi slid the arms, and caressed the neck of Benedict, taking itself the time to explore the hardness of its muscular undulations, the sinuosities of its shoulders.

Its chest was covered by dark hair and crespo.

She played with him, threw smoothly of him.

It lowered the head and it kissed shoulders to him, soon caressed centimeter to centimeter the route towards his ear, using the end of its language with picaro delights, and caressing with her the lobe before mordisquear the ear smoothly.

Later, one moved to caress his eyelids before arriving at his nose.

That sensual mouth was a temptation impossible to resist, and touched its lips with the end of its language; it bit them smoothly, proved them: first one, soon the other.

Soon, one separated when it saw that it was arranged to take the control.

Gabbi denied with the head in silence.

Later, it was put of foot and it left the bathtub.

It took a towel and one became involved in her, it took another one and extended it.

Benedict watched seconds.

It saw in her eyes the brightness of the passion.

It also put itself of foot.

Its body emerged, great, magnificent, muscular, with dark shades of its black hair.

It stepped on the marble ground with well-taken care of movements.

One approached Gabbi without letting watch it and extended the hand so that it gave the towel him.

It shook her head and took a step to the front to dry the humidity of that brown skin.

She began by a shoulder, soon with the other, followed with the chest, taking itself the time to dry it slowly.

She dried the waist to him, the hips, soon his powerful legs.

She put herself behind him to dry the back to him.

She observed the movement of his muscles when tightening itself and to relax under the tact of his hands.

" a beautiful buttock " she joked when the towel slid towards the legs.

" you are playing a very dangerous game " she noticed Benedict to him when it gave the return and she stopped herself in front of him.

" Really? I have still not finished.

" and I not even have begun.

Each word had the smoothness of the silk, and seemed to caress the skin of Gabbi.

She was crazy, she thought.

Why she wanted to make disappear his automatic control? In order to invite it to that soon she could not handle? But she could not "throw the towel", literally, thought she laughing on the inside, while she dried those strong thighs to him.

The excitation of a man was very powerful a erótico testimony of its sex, its power and its force.

With wisdom and experience, it could return crazy to a woman.

Gabbi watched its sex with fascination.

Spontaneously it slid a finger by his length, the end, and caressed his base.

It wanted to prove it, to use his language and its mouth as if it was savoring something exotic.

" You know what you are inviting to me with this? It read the thought Benedict? They were imaginations hers or its voice seemed hoarsely and slightly tense? She moved the head and found the glance intense of her eyes.

" Yes.

It felt in all her body a tremor of anticipation when thinking about which he could request to him, catched in that passion.

Next to that exciting sensation it appeared the fear to his force when she lost the control and she left it in freedom.

Gabbi swallowed saliva.

It was the only gesture that expressed its nervousness.

The eyes of Benedict registered the movement.

" Then, to what you are hoping? " he asked to him.

The quiet challenge was evident in deep the cautious one of evident Benedict and in the gesture of its mouth.

It had begun that.

Now she had to finish it.

Without saying nothing, she extended a hand.

It took it.

In Gabbi silence he took it to the dormitory.

When he arrived at the bed one inclined and he cleared colcha.

One became towards him and he put his hands in his chest.

Soon he pushed it smoothly until it fell upon sheets.

That did so that it felt to please.

It put itself of knees next to him.

Slowly, Gabbi began to explore centimeter to centimeter its skin, putting the end of the language in each turn.

Its texture was not smooth nor hard, but pure masculinidad and flavor to musk.

It felt satisfaction when seeing that the muscles of Benedict were tightened and contracted, when hearing his breathing, the smooth one moaned of Benedict while their hands caressed their sex.

With extreme gentleness it explored the sensible end, caressed the rest smoothly.

Soon, it lowered the head and it followed the exploration with the smoothness of the tact of a pen.

It was not contented with that.

It followed towards his hip, it happened through his belly, and it gave a series him of smooth kisses by all the skin until the internal part of his thigh.

With deliberately slow movements it raised the head and it watched it, soon the hair loosen and shook its melena.

It smiled and it was crouched passing his hair through his chest, doing to him tickle with him, soon it was towards his waist, and it caressed with his lips the most sensible part of his anatomy.

Control.

Benedict had it.

He asked myself for how long, while he raised the head and he caressed the humid base of his masculinidad with the end of his fingers.

She did not let watch it at any moment.

Then one rose, and with a graceful movement, she put herself astride on him.

It did not touch it.

But their eyes darkened passion plenty.

She wanted to kiss it, but she did not dare.

That one was a game of her, but there was no doubt of whom it would do as much.

The element surprise was the only weapon that had she, and it very shamelessly used it when rubbing against him, playing with the humid heart of his feminidad on his skin.