Leggi questo e impara lo stile "I desired her from that first glance. I longed to possess her with a passion and desire that I hadn't felt in years. That simple look made it impossible for me to stay in the bar. I permanently stowed my glasses in the pocket and stood up, holding the book in front of my chest, as if using it as a shield, as if I could protect myself from my own desires.

Perhaps it was the situation that made my excitement fill my body: I was stuck in the dark, timeless, without phones, on a train rich with history. When I realized that to return to my cabin I had to pass by her side, my legs trembled. "Bette, please, c’mon" I whispered to myself, trying to gather courage.

But I was still standing in front of the blue armchair that had welcomed me until that moment. I looked up, and uncontrollably, my gaze fell on her while around me, the frenzy and hysteria of the crisis regained color and sound. After few heartbeats I found the courage and walked with a confident and steady step towards the next carriage.

When I was close enough to admire her better, I just closed my eyes, feeling intoxicated by her perfume. At that moment, I didn't know that her scent would fill my mind into infinity and beyond. With my lungs full of her, I left the carriage and headed to my cabin. I turned a couple of times, perhaps hoping to see her behind me, perhaps fearing to see her following my steps. With a strange disappointment in my body, I arrived at my door and entered.

"My head is exploding," I said in a low voice, bringing my fingers to massage my eyelids. I pressed the cabin service button, and Lorenzo was with me in less than two minutes, dressed in his best smile. I asked him for a headache pill, which he brought to me in a ridiculously short time, along with another whiskey “It helps” he winked at me.

With the glass in hand, I let myself fall onto the bed and stared at the ceiling. Few droplets splashed out of the glass, but in that moment, I had only one thought—

 

It was late evening when I fell into a deep sleep until 3 in the morning, and when I woke up, I was enveloped in a sense of disorientation. For a moment, I didn't understand where I was. I turned my face to the side, feeling my fingers still tightly gripping the glass. I sat up on the bed, put the glass on the nightstand, and stopped to listen to the silence that surrounded me. Only the snow, still, could be heard as it relentlessly hit against the windows of my cabin.

I undressed, brushed my teeth, and got back into bed, this time under the covers, imagining a warm body next to mine: but the body I dreamt of was not my wife’s, and that thought helped me collapse into another moment of deep sleep, finally with my mind at peace.

 

I woke up a few hours later, and the daylight illuminated my cabin and everything around. I took the clock from the nightstand. It was 8:30. How many hours I slept? When was the last time I had slept that much? What a strange sensation pervaded my body. I felt… rested.

I got up and ready, choosing nothing overly elegant but comfy. I put on my favorite gray cashmere sweater with the collar over a tight white t-shirt, and the warmth of the fabric embraced me with soft gentleness.

Having not had dinner the day before, I found myself eager for breakfast. When I arrived at the dining car, most of the tables were occupied. The waiters had, however, reserved the same table for me as the lunch the day before, "on Lorenzo's request," they said, smiling, handing me the breakfast menu.

The people in the room were all animatedly engaged in loud conversation about the "unpleasant situation" we were in. I wished I could sink deeper into that green armchair, hide behind the menu to avoid hearing their complaints. I looked out the window and saw some of the staff members walking on the snow around the train, talking and gesturing in all directions. Finally, in the daylight, I could admire where we were stopped: a plateau as large as a soccer field, surrounded by two tall, white and rugged mountains, some trees bent under the weight of the snow poking out here and there. As I ordered a plate of eggs and black steaming coffee, I continued to admire the scenic landscape surrounding us.

With a distracted gesture from what was happening in the car, I gathered my hair into a messy chignon with some strands falling loose, that I tried to tuck behind my ears. Shortly after, the strong and vibrant scent of coffee enveloped me, and I was happy to see the cup on the table.

As I took the first sip of the hot beverage, I saw her standing at the entrance of the restaurant car, I observed her from above the horizon marked by the rim of the coffee cup. I feigned indifference, even though I was having difficulty breathing. I blamed the hot coffee and the temperature of the carriage, but I knew well that it wasn't what was complicating the most basic of my functions.

She's still alone I thought, appreciating the absence of any other human being near her, cause I wanted to be the person close to her, to be the one human being able to hear her breathe just by turning my head slightly.

Without really realizing it, as I was lost in thought—

 

"May I?"

 

I raised my eyes from the coffee and saw her standing in front of me, her delicate hand resting on the green armchair opposite mine, her fingers soft but with a secure grip. I lifted my gaze further, trying not to get lost in her body, in her silhouette. Oh, I'd love to get lost in a different way, I thought and felt myself blushing slightly. I looked into her eyes and smiled, trying to regain my composure and self-control, hoping that inexperienced eyes hadn't already picked up on my weaknesses.

I nodded and said "Please," indicating the empty chair, trying to mask her effect on me.

"Thank you," her voice was low and wrapped in a melodic tranquility. I immediately noticed the way her lips moved and immediately wished to be saved (and perhaps savored) by those lips.

"I'm Tina, nice to meet you and… well thanks, I’m starving," and she extended her hand, an invitation to hold her. I knew that if I shook it, if I just touched that skin, I hardly would control myself. So, I just looked at her, sipping my coffee, creating that moment of embarrassment to avoid succumbing.

She smiled and lowered her hand. Then, she continued to look at me, and I gave in to the first of the moments that would connect us on that train.

"Bette, it’s all my pleasure…" I said in a low, husky voice. Our eyes met, and I truly looked at her, and suddenly, a new wave of desire overwhelmed me out of nowhere. She was beautiful. Damn beautiful. Her hazel eyes were enhanced by a light touch of black eyeliner, her cheekbones pronounced and adorned with a hint of blush and two small dimples on her chin softened her smile even more. That morning, she wore an open white shirt, unbuttoned at the third button, with sleeves rolled up to the middle of her forearms. Sensual and elegant, not vulgar, I commented to myself. I could catch a glimpse of her collarbones, the cleavage of her breasts. Her long, defined neck made me yearn to kiss her there, to leave the marks of my desire until she screamed—

"Traveling alone, Bette?" she asked out of the blue, interrupting my journey through her body.

"Yes, and you, Tina?" I asked without waiting a moment.

"…For a lifetime," she replied.

I didn't immediately understand what she meant by that, but I decided not to worry about it, even because she continued to talk to me, staring into my eyes, as if she was looking for something or someone in me "I saw you last night at the bar, not too concerned about this…inconvenience, were you?"

I laughed to try to dispel my tension. "Is it that obvious?" For a fraction of a second, her eyes widened as mine took on a nuance of nervousness. Then a flirty grin appeared on her lips, and that was her way to respond in kind, with a small confirming grimace.

We ended up talking about this and that for a few minutes, appreciating each other's company without discussing ourselves in any way. We were both there as a gift from someone, but we quickly discovered that my someone was wealthier than hers, as I told her about my cabin and my recent trip to Venice. We laughed about it, and everything felt so natural, so easy, that I felt overwhelmed by her presence. It was all so light, almost as light as the snow that was still falling but less determined than before.

I had never taken my eyes off Tina, not for a moment, till I said goodbye.

I couldn't spend a minute more with her, not without losing my mind and so, acting the role of the detached woman in that farewell, I left the dining car and headed towards my cabin.

I could feel her eyes on me when I walked away, but I truly wanted to feel all of her over me.

 

When I crossed the threshold of my carriage, I met Lorenzo, and I asked him where I could smoke a cigarette.

"Miss, please, follow me, I'll get you off the train. For safety reasons, I have to stay with you, but you'll hardly notice I'll be there”. It was pretty clear that Lorenzo's smiles would guarantee me affirmative answers for my entire time there, so I entered my cabin, grabbed the cigarettes and a scarf, and went outside.
The air was brisk but not unbearable.

I leaned against the train, looking straight ahead at the mountain towering us. I tightened the scarf a bit more and took a cigarette, lighting it quickly. The first inhale was exceptional, burning in my throat. I felt the nicotine wave invading my body as I leaned my foot against the train, and my knee bent forward.

"You had to have flaws.” Tina's voice was unmistakable “I wondered when I would discover the first one”.

I turned around and saw her leaning out from the train door. I smiled at her, "You have no idea how many others..." and took another deep drag from the cigarette, then exhaled the smoke with a determined puff of my lungs.

She came out, approached me and leaned against the train, almost mimicking my posture. I watched as she tried to find balance in her stance and saw her slightly arching her back, detaching herself from the wall behind her. Oh Tina, if you could know how much I want you to arch against me, whispering in my ear and telling me how close you are—

"Do you want one?" I asked her, offering the freshly opened pack.

"No, thanks. I smoke my first and last one fifteen years ago..." It was clear that her answer didn't end there. I waited a few seconds, looking at the snow in front of me before turning my head to invite her to continue, and so she did, "...but I'd like you to have a drink with me tonight." and then Tina turned towards me too, and for a moment, a lifetime, we just looked at each other. My stomach twisted, and my heart pounded so hard that I thought Tina could see it beneath my sweater. There was no way to misunderstand her unsaid words and her gaze, the way she ran her tongue to moisten the corner of her mouth.

"Please…” my voice came out husky, perhaps half a tone lower than usual “…Be my guest" I looked at her lips and swallowed heavily.

"See you later then" she said and as the snow resumed its confident descent, she returned inside, leaving me there, smoking the last puffs of that cigarette.

With hands numb from the cold and cheeks reddened, perhaps more from the thought of the drink than from the cold, I returned shortly after to the train and to my cabin.

 

I can't say whether that day, time passed more quickly, but it seemed like the blink of an eye before I found myself in the bar carriage, looking for Tina among the people sitting, drinking, and chatting. It suddenly seemed that everyone had finally made peace with the whole situation and was truly enjoying this fortunate misadventure at high altitude. There were two boys in uniform, one at the piano and one on the violin, playing background music.

I saw her, sitting at a table, observing the room around her, with an expression I recognized easily and felt very familiar: she was looking but not seeing. Her thoughts seemed miles away. But I looked at her and saw her, and I had never been more present in my life than at that moment.

I approached and asked her teasingly, "May I?"

Tina turned towards me, and a smile formed on her lips. Then, raising an eyebrow, she nodded towards the chair in front of her.

"You look stunning," I said, causing another smile, a temporary embarrassment that we quickly shook off by ordering our cocktails. I couldn't take my eyes off her. She wore a light green silk dress with thin straps, no stockings, and certainly no bra. She crossed her legs in a sensual manner so that the dress skirt was slightly raised, just above the knee. I admired, without lingering, the line of the muscle of her crossed bare thigh. I brought the gin and tonic to my mouth and took a sip, while the warmth between my legs intensified, becoming an even more acute desire.

Just like that morning, we found ourselves chatting again, and once again without telling each other about ourselves. I didn't know who Tina was, but there was a moment when I thought I knew everything about her.

She placed the glass on the lacquered wooden table between us and began to play with its stem. She turned it and twisted it between her fingers. I was sure her mind was thinking of another place and time, so I put my hand on hers. I grasped her fingers, intertwining them with mine, and caressed her delicate and slender wrist with my thumb in a slow and hypnotic manner.

It was the first time we touched, and the shivers on her leg betrayed her feels. I knew nothing about her, her life, where she was from, what she did. But at that touch, it was as if our hands and bodies had already brushed against each other in some other era.

As the duo played a slow version of "Por una cabeza," Tina looked me straight in the eyes while our fingers began to feel and find each other with more and more desire.

"Take me away from here," she whispered and that invitation meant an infinity of possibilities, but there, for us, it meant one thing to me. In that bar carriage of a train we couldn't leave, which couldn't bring us back to our time, the only way I had to take her away was—

 

I don't know how it happened, but we found ourselves in carriage 7 where I pushed her against the wall of the cabins, not caring if someone might be inside those rooms and hear us. We found ourselves with my body against hers, her hands gripping my hair while her head was tilted backward, resting against the hard surface, staring at me with wide-open eyes full of passion. Excited sighs fill the air around us and She pulled me towards her, my hands only gripping her hips while I wanted to touch her everywhere. But I was waiting, I was living just for the moment when our lips would touch for the first time.

I could feel all of her warmth through the light silk of her dress, feel her pelvis, her hips, and chest against mine. I slid one of my legs between hers as we lost ourselves in a gaze. She let out a surprised moan, and I passed an arm around her waist, while with my other hand I grasped her chin, feeling her soft skin, her delicate features under my fingers.

Our breaths were out of control when Tina brought her lips to mine. Her kiss was a snap, I thought she wanted to test the waters, almost as if she was trying to understand if that was a boundary to be crossed. And that single touch was enough for me to know that her mouth would become my obsession.

If she was the one litting the fire, I was the one to devour her, hungry for her and her body.

Our lips collided with ferocity and desire. She gasped into my mouth as my tongue violently began to battle hers; we were not elegant but very desirous. I breathed her moan, and it was like a breath of real oxygen. I ran my hands over her bareback. I descended until I gripped her buttocks between my hands, feeling her pelvis move towards me as Tina brought one leg up around my waist.

She bit my lip before licking it, with her eyes open, fixed on mine. She grabbed my belt, but I interrupted her and moved away from our kiss with a sigh, distancing myself from her. Our chests moved rapidly up and down. I saw her sensually arching and moving against that wall. I never took my eyes off her and I managed to keep myself from having her there, under the possible gaze of all the other guests.

"Let us in," Tina said, looking at me, and I extended a hand, an invitation to follow me. She grabbed it, and followed me a few steps further in front of the door of my cabin.

When I opened the door, I stepped aside and watched Tina as she entered the room and stopped in the center, looking at me with those hazel eyes, which were the most beautiful I had ever seen. Those eyes seemed to almost beg me, asking me to be there with her. And I didn't think for a second longer about choosing those eyes in that era over endless lunches at the Plaza in another.

I entered the room and closed the door behind me. I turned the key and returned all my attention to Tina. She lunged at me; again, we grabbed each other and dragged one another onto the other. I leaned with all my weight against the door as my arms enveloped Tina's body. We let every chain, every restraint, every thought, become a memory, leaving room only for our sighs and moans. Then I turned her sharply against the door. The contact made her moan, and I grabbed her wrists and brought them above our heads, holding them firmly with a strong grip against the door.
I truly made love to her mouth with mine. But God, I was dreaming of tasting, touching and licking her, all of her.

I made sure her hands stayed still above our heads and freed mine. My fingers gripped the hem of her dress, scratching decisively the inside of her thighs as I pushed the skirt up towards her waist. I lifted it high enough to easily reach the elastic of her panties, which I grabbed and pulled towards me and then down to take them off. I didn't want to be slow and light. I wanted to possess her and take us away from there.

I grabbed the leg that was still helping her stay on the ground, and I pushed her harder against the door so I could lift her and anchor us even more. Soon both of her legs were around my hips, her back arched against the door, our eyes lost in each other, and our breaths fast. I could clearly feel her excitement. I did not care about the slick trail I would find on my clothes the next day, I only wanted her to get wetter for me, to respond to my body, my touches, my caresses.

She didn't say a word when, concisely and with shortness of breath, she began to unbutton my shirt and pull its tails out of my slacks.

I stole a kiss, while my fingers, that wrapped around her buttocks, seemed drawn to her excited and dropping sex. I could touch her, I could already touch her there if I wanted to, if only I had stretched my fingers a little more. I could already feel her softness and I was in danger of losing control.

I moaned helplessly into her neck, kissing and biting her throat, and she emitted a hungry and panting sound, as if she couldn't believe I wasn't possessing her yet. I kissed her fiercely, and she reciprocated with more strength and emphasis. Oh, what desire has taken hold of us, Tina! I thought.

Then, holding her close to me, in my arms, I turned and moved towards the bed. I was physically stronger, and she seemed like a feather in my arms, when with confident steps, I approached the bed and sat her down there.

I took the edge of her dress and lifted it; Tina raised her arms, and I removed it completely. The image of Tina naked on that bed, with reddened lips and big, eager eyes, was like seeing the rarest of artworks. She grabbed my belt and started unfastening it. She slid it off the loops and tossed it onto the bed behind us.

"Take them off," she told me, pointing to the pants while grabbing the sides of the open shirt and sliding it down my shoulders and along my arms. My clothes fell to the floor at the end of the bed, and I found myself in a bra and panties in front of her, who was completely naked.

"You know how beautiful you are? How exciting you are?," she asked, looking at me, at my body as far as her eyes could reach. Then she smiled sweetly, trying to meet my eyes with hers. She moved a bit more up in the bed, and rested her feet on the mattress, knees bent, and hands stretched behind her back to support herself. She slightly widened her legs, opening up to me, but still with a kind of shyness that made her so desirable, so delicate. I felt the warmth between my legs intensify, becoming an even more acute, almost painful, and uncontrollable desire.

We stayed like that, looking at each other, for an endless time before I found the courage to speak again as I approached the bed, now so close that I could feel the tickle of the comforter caressing my legs. I placed my hands on her bent knees.

"What do you want, Tina?"

"You…this" she replied, looking at my hands on her body; her voice was starting to break from desire. I shook my head; I knew we could give each other much more. I knew we could be more.
I wanted us to be more.

And I'm sure Tina, without me speaking another word, could feel all my thoughts; I understood it by seeing the shivers running through her body, her nerves mixed with excitement.

"What do you want, Tina?" I asked her again; this time my voice came out more imperative, secure.

"I want you to do…be with me like no woman has ever been…" she immediately replied and then we stayed in silence for a few heartbeats "…But what do you want, Bette?" she added, her voice low.

"Oh, this is not about me" I pronounced those words before I could realize what I was truly asking her.

"No, Bette. That’s not what I meant… what… what do you want to do to me?”

I felt my eyes sparkle and widen. I couldn't believe I had actually heard those words. I became almost feverish with the thoughts that crossed my mind, but Then I saw her eyes, they were greedy and lustful, but I also glimpsed a flash of uncertainty Is it fear, Tina?

And It was that flash that made me start gently stroking her legs. I just wanted her to trust me. That was what I was asking her to do for me.

I felt the tension in her muscles release with every caress; I leaned forward and kissed one knee and then the other, and the tension completely disappeared from her body, making just room for us.

"…But, please, don't be too gentle" Tina added, panting, already almost out of breath.

And that was all I needed.

I pushed her knees to open, a very mild pressure to which she responded without any resistance, exposing and opening her deepest self to me, to my gaze. I desired her so much that I had to fight the urge to skip all the foreplay. But I thought we had time, an infinite time until the train would bring us back to our lives. And I wanted to take all the time I could to understand what she liked, what would cause her the strongest shiver. I traced with my eyes the entire line of her body, now completely stretched out before me, until I met her gaze again, until I read a plea in her hazel eyes. I lay down on her, between her legs. Her long, defined thighs flexed as I opened them wider, forcing her thighs further apart, our pelvises and breasts pressed against each other, and then all at once I could feel her—Oh, fuck, so soft and hot and wet. Our lips met in a slow, hungry kiss.

"I've desired you from that first look, Bette. I've imagined your tongue, your fingers inside me” Tina whispered against my lips, just interrupting the kiss but not pulling away, parting them, and rubbing her tongue inside my mouth. I felt the heat snap in my belly, and I grabbed one of her thighs, making it slide up forcefully against the mattress, this time with more strength and determination than before, while I slid down along her body. I nibbled her throat, mouthed her jaw, descended even more as if I had a map to follow, as if I didn't want to miss any centimeter of Tina.

"Oh Bette…I love where you're taking me..." Tina laughed out, and I looked up and saw that she was already covering her eyes with the back of her right hand and her body began to move underneath mine. She gasped fervently at the sensation of my tongue surrounding her nipple. We'll come back to this later, I thought, mentally noting her response to that. I continued descending. The more my mouth went down on her, the more I felt her body's responses, her nipples hardening more than I thought possible, and the movements of her chest dictated by fast and deep breaths. I went down until I found myself between her legs and, without further delay, started caressing her sex with my mouth. But I did one caress, just one. I waited for her reaction and Tina moaned even though that first contact was quick and her back arched slightly.

I desired more of her; I felt selfish and almost ruthless. After all, she asked me not to be gentle. The next lick to the center of her sex was so ravenous that it made her tremble, but her taste was so intoxicating that I didn't let more than a second pass before doing it again and again. I looked up to her, and I saw a flush of warmth cross her face and go down her chest. Her cheeks were tinted with pink, and her lips seemed almost fuller. Then Tina moved her hips forward, swinging them towards me, clearly communicating what she wanted. I placed my hands on her hips, holding her steady on the mattress.

I wanted her to beg me to go on; I wanted her to desire me as much as I desired her.

Her intoxicating scent captured my brain And I couldn't wait any longer. I threw myself back on her, my voracious mouth on her sex. Tina moaned, almost screamed at the contact, clinging to the bed's headboard and shivering when my tongue slid inside her.

Dragging licks and circular movements convinced her to trust me. I would never be able to do anything that could harm her and Tina already knew it.

I stimulated the top of her clit, while my mouth made love inside her. I held her firm to the mattress when I felt the movement of her hips just hinted but then, I let her body move freely.

"Tina," I whispered breathlessly, "You're extraordinarily delicious". Her moisture slipped down my chin, and I just wanted to savor her forever, where she was hottest and silkiest.

As with a rhythm of her hips she thrust deeper into my tongue, I heard her sobbing loud and so I stopped to watch and check on her but she brought her hand to the back of my head, into my hair begging me not to stop "Don't stop...Oh, Bette...please...inside...come inside" she moaned and let out a small stifled cry, her hips swayed more desperately, seeking more, seeking all of me. I hungrily resumed what I was doing and each lick caused a wave of pleasure between her and my legs.

When her hand in my hair became a plea, I slid three fingers inside Tina, feeling the muscles tremble and tighten around me. She moaned so loud, and that sound became my new favorite music.

Tina was tight, hot, and wet, and I quickly found her most sensitive spot. And as my mouth sucked and my tongue caressed her, I stimulated the rough and swollen spot inside her till she uncontrollably shuddered.

It felt as if Tina and I had already done it a thousand times, like I knew that body as if it had always been beneath mine.

When I realized Tina was close, I desired nothing more than to feel her releasing around my fingers. She made a choked, muffled sound. She seemed desperate, and I pumped into her with strength and presence until I achieved what I wanted most: Tina, completely undone, so beautifully lost in her surrender.

"Come for me, Tina" I said, removing my mouth from her overstimulated sex and let only my fingers accompany her to the end of her orgasm. She came for me and her body trembled, her hands left my hair to grasp the blanket underneath us, gripping it so tightly that her knuckles turned white from the strength.

Even when she finished trembling, I left my fingers inside her, I didn't dare to take them out, didn't dare to deprive myself of that feeling. She kept her eyes closed, exhaled a couple of times deeply and swallowed hard. Every movement of her throat, that I could see and admire, just gave me an excited feeling in my bones. So I brought my free hand up and placed it on her throat, squeezed it but not too hard, not wanting to hurt or scare her. I longed to participate in her breathing; I wanted to be the air she was craving, I wanted to be there when she calmed down completely from her climax. I felt the muscles of her throat tickle my palm with each swallow, and I could sense the rapid beating of her heart.

When Tina felt my hand on her throat, she opened her eyes abruptly, but I didn't see fear in her gaze; instead, there was a renewed trusted desire.

I watched her calm down and got lost in her eyes. At that moment, I gently slid my fingers out of her, crawling up on her body until my eyes could watch her dry part lips, her tongue moistening them with a lick.

“May I?” I asked, looking at her mouth, and when she nodded, I replaced her tongue with mine and I brought my fingers that had been inside her to her lips, outlining their contours before kissing them. I could taste all of her flavors, and it was so intense that my legs felt weak, my head spinning— I was on the verge of fainting.

She shifted slightly beneath me, and I felt one of her legs between mine, her thigh pressing exactly where my desire sought release.

Feeling so overwhelmed, I let myself slide beside her, bending an arm to support my head and gaze at her. I couldn't stay there, on top of her when she was so warm, wet, and inviting. Not yet. A single caress would have been enough to let me go and lose myself.

Again, as if Tina had heard my every thought "You never lose control, do you? You long for all the command and power…" she said, with a smile on her lips.

And All I wanted was to tell her that I loved possess, taste, and devour her, that I hadn’t enough of it for the night, but despite the display of control I gave her moments ago, I stopped and realized that she was the one in charge.

It was Tina who had taken complete control of me.

So I remained silent, just looking at her for an infinite time. Till she was ready again.

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