[Anglais] À travers ma fenêtre

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I am lost.

The second his lips meet mine a current of emotions electrifies my whole body, and I realize that it's hopeless. I am madly in love with Ares Hidalgo.

What started as a crush ended up turning into feelings so strong that I can't handle them. He destabilizes me, he makes me lose control, he awakens sensations in me that I never thought I would feel. And that makes me feel so exposed, what I feel for him makes me vulnerable, easy to hurt . . . and it scares me so much.

His lips move softly over mine. I put my hands around his neck, pulling him closer to me, and his bare chest collides with mine. Even though I have his shirt on, I can feel the heat emanating from his skin. He intensifies the kiss, quickening his mouth on mine, leaving me breathless. God, he kisses so well.

Our movements cause his towel to come untied from his waist, and I don't complain. I feel how hard he is against my bare thigh as he pulls my skirt up. Ares traces his fingers down the back of my thigh, caressing it gently, and when he reaches my waist, he squeezes it with desire.

He breaks away for a second, his eyes fixed on mine.

"I want you so bad, Raquel."

And I love you, I think. But I don't say it, I just caress his face.

He kisses me again and this time the rhythm is wild, rough, relentless, those passionate kisses that I remember so well and that drive me crazy. I walk backward until the back of my knees hit the bed and I fall with him on top of me. My hands go up to his hair and I cling to him as my body begins to burn. He leaves my mouth again to move down to leave kisses and nibbles on my neck. That's my weak spot. I arch against him, letting out a sigh. His hand slips inside my shirt and his fingers move over my breasts, squeezing and caressing them, driving me to madness. Gasping, I let out a moan as his hand explores under my skirt. I have no underwear on-the contact is direct.

Ares stops his attack on my neck and lifts his face to look at me as his finger enters me.

"Oh God!" I close my eyes.

I want him inside me. I can't wait any longer.

Ares grabs my ankles and pulls me to him until my legs are dangling off the bed, but I'm still lying down. Spreading myself open for him, I watch him. He rubs his member against my wetness, and I moan softly, waiting for the sensation that never comes.

"Ares, please."

He gives me a mischievous smile.

"Please what?"

I say nothing. He leans over me to kiss me passionately. He rubs himself against me, tempting, but never filling me like I want him to.

I stop the kiss.

"Please, Ares."

"Do you want me to fuck you?" he whispers in my ear lasciviously. I nod my head again and again, but he does nothing.

Determined, I grab him by the shoulders and push him onto the bed until he falls on his back. I dig into the pockets of his pants for a condom, and, with a seductive smile, I put it on him before climbing on top of him. He looks at me in surprise, but I know he likes this new position. I pull my shirt off over my head, and his hands go to my breasts immediately. His hard member feels deliciously warm against me. I need him now. I need to feel him inside me.

I lift myself up a little and position him at my entrance. I let myself fall on him and feel him fill me completely.

"Ah, shit, Raquel." He moans, and it's the sexiest sound in the world. The sensation is so wonderful that for a few seconds I don't move. "You look so sexy on top of me like that."