On that bed, our bodies were about meet again.
In your eyes, I could see your desire to touch me, to kiss me, to make love again. To the other side, my desire to be kissed by you.
You lay next to me, and little by little our lips touched themselves so sweetly that they have fomented our deepest, and wildest thoughts, but always with a gentleness never felt before.
You had that shirt, that magically, has opened and I’ve could made slide it down on your arms, while your moaning got excite me always more.
Your eyes were languid.
Our kisses always more wildly sweet, were about become more light but more passionate.
Your hands on my bare skin, were about to exploring my legs, and you was about to lick my nipples.
It missed me the breathe : I’ve closed my eyes for a second: you left me catch the breathe again.
Slowly you have taken my arms and you have lifted them up over my head.
You have looked at me for a second, then you have kissed me.
I felt you delicately penetrated me.
Slowly, but always faster, we have reached the peak of the pleasure.
With this act of love, you have wanted unite to me still more, under the will of the stones, and on what which we had created.”