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Lia Hamilton

The night was cold and I couldn't sleep, I tossed and turned every five seconds in bed. The room I slept in was actually the attic of the house, but nothing ugly, quite the contrary, it was beautiful and very tidy, it already had a bed that Magdalena said was for visits that never came from her family.

The well-kept walls, everything in its place. My arrival didn't shake anything, just my clothes were placed in the wardrobe built into the wall. She looked happy and so did I to have someone who felt affection for me, Mag reminded me a lot of mom, sometimes I almost blurted out that word to her but held back when I realized what I was going to say.

Even with the cold of dawn my body was burning, the memories of meeting Lázzaro earlier left me on fire and unable to think of anything else as usual, still adding the fact that I heard very strange things coming from Nadia. So I decided to get up and go drink some water or even a coffee.

I was leaning over the counter in the small kitchen after drinking a cup of coffee, with sleep beginning to come. That's when I suddenly heard a soft knock on the back door. My heart skipped a beat with fear, but thieves didn't knock on the door so it could only be someone I knew at the time, needing help.

I hurried to walk to the door, it being tempered glass I could quickly recognize the silhouette of a man behind it, with the accelerated beat of my heart I could immediately know who it was.

What was Lázzaro Bartholomeu doing at the back door of Magdalena's house? Did he not realize that if I wasn't awake, she would be the one to open the door? Ah, but what was I thinking? That he would be there because of me? Maybe it was something else and had nothing to do with me.

As soon as I opened the door, I didn't have time to think straight because two strong arms pinned me against the wall. We were both breathing very close to each other, his breathing labored and my surprise at his sudden arrival and his sudden footprint.

"I want to be with you one more time." — He kissed all over my neck and stopped near my lips — I need you one more time, to be inside you, very hard. —He kissed me warmly on the lips causing a tingling in the middle of my thighs —I feel like that night I couldn't show you everything a real man can make a woman feel within four walls.

I was completely out of breath, my face was on fire but I tried to tell him what I needed him to know.

— Lazzaro, but that night was perfect. I never thought it could be as good as it was. I confessed what he already knew, my inexperience.

His mouth burned my skin that burned with desire for him, every time he touched my neck I wanted to climb a little higher up the walls of the house.

“I can make you feel more. That day we made love. However, there are also other pleasurable ways to feel pleasure and I want that with you, I want to make you feel. I want to teach you.

"What shapes are these?" I asked in a low voice. He smiled in such a sexy way that I wouldn't be able to deny him anything with that smile.

“Sex. Just sex, just pleasure, in which our body goes crazy in the face of raw and wild pleasure. Dirty sex, where we give ourselves to each other without restrictions. The rest of our night was just a sample, Lia. I can make you feel more. A lot more. He whispered right next to my ear.

- And what else? I asked, as confused as excited, already feeling my panties wet.

— Orgasms so intense you'll forget your own name or who you are for a few moments. - My face warmed with embarrassment for not being able to control the desire I was feeling at that moment. “I can't stop thinking after the first time that I need to show you this, give you this. This pleasure I want you to know with me! he growled and I found myself only paying attention to one thing he said.

"Have you thought of us too?" I mean, on our night? I asked in surprise like a silly girl.

“Every day, Lia Hamilton. Every day wanting to have sex with you so hard you'll forget your own name. Wanting to mark you so you'll never forget me at the same time I shouldn't want to. —he confessed and I know that he regretted having said something of his sentence. But that didn't interfere with the shock to my heart with those words.

I was never wanted that way, much less thought that any man could want me that much. And I really wanted to feel him inside me again, if only for one more time and for a few minutes or hours. Then we'll go back to pretending we didn't feel anything, that I don't feel anything and I didn't give my all when we were together.

- Just today. He kissed my lips which parted happily for him. Our tongues together feeling each other, then I felt his warm lips on my space, shoulder and arm.

His left hand went inside my nightgown finding my left breast, his lips contoured one nipple while his hand played with another making me hit my head against the wall feeling a pleasure in my intimacy associated with his touch on my breast and it drove me crazy .

Reaching down slowly, he removed my panties leaving me exposed to him. With one arm he placed my leg over his shoulder and kissed all over the inside of my thighs.

— You... — he gently opened my pussy with his finger — Me... — he kissed my sensitive and hard spot — Want... — he licked, eliciting a low moan from my throat — More... — he sucked making me squeeze your eyes and bite your lips to keep from weeping with pleasure —Once? He ran his tongue slowly, torturing me.

Nearly crying in frustration that he stopped when I was burning with desire for him too much. I said yes very softly, then without waiting for more answers he took me in his arms.

— Where is your room? - He asked.

— Go up those two stairs over there and we'll reach the attic. I replied hurriedly.

"Is your room in the attic?" he exclaimed in a low voice.

"It's cool, okay?" - I defended my room - And we can't make too much noise because Mag is sleeping.

He nodded and walked with me in his arms in the direction I said, my panties were caught in his hand. As soon as we arrived, I locked the door before being flung to the bed like a feather, Lázzaro got rid of his clothes so desperately that it seemed to be the last thing in his life.

I thought about reciprocating too and taking off my nightgown, but he stopped me.

"I want to rip her from your body." he snarled, biting his lip. "Fuck!" I watched the rock-hard member pulse through the air.

Knowing already that I would feel him still inside me for the next few days every time I moved. Lázzaro joined me on the bed which, luckily, was made of stone and was glued to the floor, so it didn't make any noise. I was surprised when I was abruptly turned on my back and, at the same time, gently, Lázzaro guided me to get on my knees with my ass very straight towards him.

- That. It stays like this... So beautiful, so perfect.. - he whispered caressing my bottom passing his finger gently over my clitoris.

My head was buried in the pillow when I felt his warm body press against mine, then his lips began to roam my ribs and every inch of my skin. He went down to my ass and left a light bite, then I received a slap without hurting.

I had to put my hand over my mouth to keep from screaming but that became almost impossible when I felt myself suddenly being penetrated by him. I looked back and saw his longing expression for me. Lázzaro pulled my hair hard as he thrust in and out of me hard, tearing my sleepwear with his hands, slapping my buttock and biting my neck.

“You are so delicious. — he murmured biting my ear increasing my state of arousal, I was so wet that it almost dripped down my thighs.

I was feeling so wanton. Lázzaro kissed me erotically while he continued hitting me and penetrating me deeply, he seemed to be floating. At the same time that he was holding my head tightly to the pillow, he was also pulling my hair towards him.

The pleasure that began to dominate me was different from everything I felt the first night, my eyes rolled back, my body started to shake and I lost myself for a few seconds feeling only the strong arms holding me so I wouldn't fall. The pleasure was so strong that I almost fainted, I came to myself with Lázzaro's body on top of mine on the bed, breathing hard and fast, the sounds of hearts mixed in a strong beat.

We lay side by side on the bed, tired and sweaty, when I was surprised once again. Lázzaro placed himself between my legs again, kissing me madly, he returned the kiss desperately and passionately, wanting this moment to never end.

"I think I've become addicted to you." - revealed sticking his tongue in my mouth in a sweet way.

"And consequently got me hooked on you too." - I whispered hugging his big body prolonging our kiss, activating the pleasure again in the middle.

I gripped his waist with my legs, ignoring the burning, seeking contact with him again because I didn't want it to end. Because I knew that the next day I would have to pretend that I didn't love him, that I didn't feel anything, pretend that I pretended that night when it was all real to me.

"I should get dressed and go now." But I don't want to do that. What do I do, Lia? His gaze was as lost as it was beautiful.

- Do not do. Simple, don't go away.

“I must not take your advice. But I really want to follow you. — his lost look squeezed my heart and that gave me more strength to find out what was wrong with him — I'm a different man when I'm with you, I even feel happiness. But when I walk out that door, I'll go back to being a bitter, hopeless man who doesn't want to make you suffer. he said and I felt his gaze darken knowing he'd confessed something he shouldn't have.