《SOLO IO E TE.》LA MATTINA (Parte 7)
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Mi sveglio la mattina presto con una mano sulla pancia del mio ragazzo e la testa poggiata sul petto alzo lo sguardo e lo vedo, mi sta guardando, ha uno sguardo da innamorato perso, come il mio, la sua mano e tra i miei capelli l'altra nella mia schiena, avvicina le sue labbra alla mia fronte dandomi un leggero e delicato bacio.
> arrossisco, mi alzo e mi guardo in torno la stanza, siamo in camera sua >poso gli occhi nuovamente su di lui e gli domando >
>mi gratto la nuca mentre mi acciglio dispiaciuta.
> gli prendo il telefono dal comodino per vedere che ore sono
lo guardo in silenzio > lui annuisce,
mi mordo il labbro > mi sussurra all'orecchio > con uno scatto veloce mi mette sopra di sé, io lo guardo immobile, si poggia sui gomiti > faccio come mi chiede, si toglie la maglietta velocemente, lo faccio anch'io > mi sposto i capelli dietro l'orecchio abbassando lo sguardo > dico avvicinandomi al suo orecchio, mi bacia ancora con la lingua, poggio la mano nel suo petto facendola scendere fino alla sua erezione che preme nella mia femminilità, lo sento e duro vuole uscire, sento qualcosa sotto la vita si contrae, lo voglio, gli tolgo I pantaloni e le muta, rimaniamo così, nudi, su un letto, a consumarsi, e le emozioni si cavalcano insieme, sia le mie che le sue, bacia, lecca, sospira, e gusta, movimenti veloci, e baci appassionanti, profondi e accentuati, e così ci consumiamo, ci assaporiamo ancora, e restiamo a supplicare aria, con il respiro affannato, con i nostri cuori che galoppano alla stessa velocità, come un anima e due corpi.
Ci vestiamo e andiamo a casa di sua nonna, mano nella mano, quando sovrastiamo la porta andiamo in cucina, lì vedo sua nonna e sua mamma che ci guardano, > dice sua nonna, ma sorride quindi mi tranquillizzo, > stavolta è sua mamma a parlare, mi guarda e poi vede le nostre mani unite, rallento la presa ma lui la stringe ancora di più, non vuole lasciarmi scappare, > Sebastiano ha salvato la situazione.
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Facciamo colazione e mi sento un po' a disagio, la tavola regna il silenzio, poi sentiamo la porta aprirsi, e il fratello di Sebastiano che saluta a tutti con un bacio sulla guancia, lo da anche a me e Sebastiano si irrigidisce, lo guardo male dato che non c'è bisogno di reagire così, scanso il piatto ancora pieno, > Sebastiano mi prende per mano e andiamo nella sua macchina, > mi sorride, > mi guarda cupo e curioso > scrollo le spalle > gli mostro il telefono > mette in moto a prendere il mio costume,
Andiamo in piscina con gli altri, salutiamo tutti, > parlo in disparte con le mie amiche > rido, lo fanno anche loro e ci uniamo a gli altri.
Tutto sommato va bene, decido di farmi accompagnare a casa da Sebastiano > oggi ci siamo divertiti parecchio, ma nuotare e stancante.
Squilla il telefono, è Sebastiano > mi manca già...rispondo subito alla videochiamata su skype > parliamo tutta la notte e si fanno le 2, mi addormento in chiamata.
Solo la mattina vedo i messaggi:
AMORE MIO
è cosi dolce...gli mando un vocale col buon giorno e poi mi parto per scuola.
> lo vedo vicino all'albero, mi bacia > mi sorride e ricambio con un abbraccio.
entriamo in classe e ci mettiamo all'ultimo banco.
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