sex, soul and heart

Nina started the dance… at first she had her hair tied up in a ponytail, looking like a messy bun, in the middle of some movements she released her long hair from that bun that diminished her sensuality a little, and in another moment she had already got rid of it. in high heels, she was barefoot, which made him even more attracted by the light movements that her transparent sock and bare feet allowed her to perform so easily.

In the blink of an eye, his expression turned serious. He was lost in every move she made. The music was perfect! The drinks the two had had also helped them to see everything perfectly. Nina was relaxed. Just watching her dance, studying her facial expressions, he could swear she was dying with excitement. And she sure was.

As a child of Venus, David loved beauty. The smell she gave off, the colors of that typical Brazilian samba dancer's outfit, all that stirred her libido. He knew how unique this moment was for both of them. I was sure she would never repeat it. And she knew how special he must be for her to actually be doing this in front of his eyes. When Nina finished the dance he got up and walked over to her. He knelt down and put his head in her lap for a few seconds. She was embarrassed and confused at the same time. I didn't know what to do right then. He held her by the face and told her:

“You are a very special stranger. You should have the world at your feet, Nina. You are so beautiful! You can't hide from life forever. David said in a drunken tone.

“I don't want the world at my feet, David. I don't want anyone at my feet. I'm not hiding. I'm like this. I will never be anything more than what I am now. And it's good that way. I do not need anything else. Nina replied, holding him back by the face, giving his lips a light seal.

"Not even me?" David asked, looking melancholy.

“We promise not to talk about it. We promise not to promise anything, and we promise to have no regrets.

When Nina noticed that the mood between the two of them was turning to sadness, she would quickly act, start making jokes out of context, pull him dancing, do anything to divert his attention. She changed her clothes and they danced to a lot of Latin music, they looked like a professional dance couple because they were so involved in each other's movements. They totally surrendered.

Between dances they continued to enjoy the most diverse tropical drinks Nina knew how to make.

-- How many cups of happiness do we make?

- As many as we want!

Among them: caipirinha, caipirosca, caipifruta and other Brazilian drinks. They continued the night with games where Nina chose the rules. They spun a bottle and the other had to pay a command. Nina put him to "strip", dance various rhythms that she had taught him, made him parade, use lipstick, paint a pink nail, made him wear her clothes, and he didn't let it go either, invented a thousand funny things for she comply. - Amazing chemistry of the two! "Both thought."

“See, Rich. Our night was more fun here than at any crowded club in the world! It was not?

'Yes, it was, Nina. Thank you so much for the night.

The next day they both slept late again. They were avoiding being together with a lot of free time inside that house, when it was only a few hours before he boarded a plane, so that the two of them would never see each other again. His luggage was already packed. Nina insisted on having a special dinner. She wanted to keep her mind busy in the kitchen. He lit candles with vanilla essence around the house, made a typical Brazilian dish, which was both preferred.

They had set a date at 6:00 pm, even though they were two steps away from each other. They dressed appropriately for a date, and promptly sat down at the table to enjoy the beautiful delicacy she had made so lovingly. Everything had taken on a special taste that day. The intense, glowing eyes, the taste of the last meal prepared by her, each touch as if it were the first touch.

After dinner they put on some old-fashioned romantic music and danced like they were at a late '60s dance. He liked that kind of courtship. She wanted to remember him like that, smiling, dancing, making beautiful memories that made them break into a smile every time they felt alone in the world.

“I want to make love to you, David. Nina said right after the last song ended. — Don't get me like that, I want to feel you as a whole. Body, soul and heart. — anyway, he wouldn't take her his way, he also had feelings at that moment — Come, let's go to our room. she said, leading him by the hand.

She laid him down slowly, undressed him. She started massaging every part of that body that represented her source of desires, she used an oil that contained a scent that would impregnate the soul. A soft, intoxicating passion fruit scent, she passed through every part of that muscular body, while gently kissing every detail of him. He felt loved, cared for, felt relaxed and safe, held in his hands. Completely delivered in your arms.

He moaned with each touch of his hot lips on her skin. The moan represented not only carnal pleasure, but the feeling of being well. Really fine. He squinted when it hit certain parts of his body, like his groin, for example. Then Nina started to draw the entire shape of his body with her tongue. She ran the tip of her pink tongue along the lower part of her abdomen and moved gently up behind her ear, working the way, down the sides of her chest, until she reached her genitals. David clenched his jaw in pleasure. It was like a tantric massage.

He did the same to her. He drew it on his fingers, massaged it with his big, firm hands. He memorized every detail of her in his mind. Her lips were fuller and pinker, her face more flushed, her skin hotter, sweaty, and when there was no more cuddling between them, it was inevitable to love yourself. They made love. They surrendered as they had never surrendered before. That last time had another flavor. Taste of love and taste of pain.

They rubbed their faces together in a different way, they looked like they wanted to get under each other's skin. Penetration was different. It seemed that there were no bodies, they heard their hearts beating, they slowly exploded, again, again and again... Nina cried feeling the heat of his lips, she felt chills hearing his painful moans. It was not possible to describe that farewell. Almost choking, they sighed and let the tears flow, hugging each other tightly. They didn't come out of each other!

“David. I want to give you what you want so much. Nina whispered, positioning herself on her back, kneeling on the bed, her bottom tilted and her breasts flat against the bed as she turned her face back, looking into his eyes.

David's face lit up like a fireplace, living fire. He no longer knew where to get the strength to support so much sexual appetite. He approached her, massaged her buttocks with great dedication, squeezing them, passing the palm of his hand and moving up to her back, hips and down again. He was squeezing that apple-shaped ass really hard, like he was squeezing a fruit. Nina was just moans! He used one of the oils that were on the bedside table to soak her around the opening of her anus, he did the same thing with her male member, following the body of the penis to the scrotum, filling it with natural oil. , while making circular movements at her entrance, was the height of excitement.

He pressed the glans and frenulum of his penis sheath (which are the parts where most of the nerve endings are located compared to the clitoris, meaning the most sensitive parts of his cock) at the entrance to Nina's anal opening. He held Nina with one hand around her waist as he let his cock slide into her very gently.

Nina at that time was just moans. She was grateful for years of practice in meditation and concentration right now. She took a deep breath, tried to enjoy the sight, David wasn't a man at that moment, the expression on his face was that of an animal mating. It excited her like never before! I could feel his lust coming out of his eyes. I could smell the lust coming out of my pores. The more David's cock slid a few inches inside her, the more she moaned. Pain mixed with excitement. He was moaning too, a loud, manly moan! Until Nina couldn't take it anymore:

- "OH MEU DEUS!" I do not want anymore. Stop stop Stop!

And the two were still for a few seconds.

"Nina, try to relax!"

- I can not. It's hurting a lot. Ends soon, please! Come soon!

"Want me to come inside you?" he asked, feeling goosebumps all over his body, straightening up!

"Yes. Wasn't that what you wanted?"

“Yes. Are you sure?

— Yes. But do it soon!

David had been making a superhuman effort not to ejaculate inside her from the moment he entered her. When withdrawing a little from inside her private parts, he felt every inch of her anal walls, felt every inch of her penile skin slipping out, so he made some movements entering her again and then withdrawing, following this ritual for a few seconds slowly. Nina howled like a wolf, and when he heard her, he couldn't hold back that explosion of orgasms, one after another. He no longer had breath. His muscles were all contracted and he couldn't think straight. He came out of her very carefully, lying down beside her trembling body, and hugging her tightly, kissed her, swallowed her, asked her if everything was okay, his breathless voice almost couldn't finish the sentence. It was wet with sweat. Nina replied that everything was fine...

David and Nina woke up entwined at dawn. The alarm clock broke the silence of peace that enveloped those two bodies, which were curled up in each other seeking refuge.

- The time has come! Come on, come love. David opened his eyes and looked at her deeply. She had never called him love before. - We have to go. He comes! - She completed, hurrying him.

Dave wasn't entirely sure what he was feeling right then. A feeling of emptiness, melancholy and renunciation, as if your life was being stolen from you, as if your soul was being stolen. A mixture of passion, fear of losing her, longing for everything they wouldn't experience. He wasn't prepared to leave her. He didn't want to give up feeling all the love she had offered him. It was about to implode!

Sometimes she made him feel like he was a boy sheltered in her bosom, like a bird in her nest, tucked under her wings. There was a sense of comfort in the way she treated him as she tore him apart from the inside out, leaving him naked and barefoot in the storm. It was like listening to Elvis Costello's She song in the background. The lyrics portrayed well how she confused him.

The two walked to the airport shaking hands. The tension was inevitable! David was driving this time, trying to contain the urge to turn the car around and never leave Norway again...