March 12.
Billy's lips traveled over her weak spots, making her sigh. She was almost in a state of lethargy, weakening as she saw how he managed to calm all her insecurities with tenderness and passion. His hands under her shirt gently caressed her breasts.
She sighed, trying to move, but was caught between two arms as he kissed her again. The saliva was gone, but she didn't want to stop kissing.
-You have few scenes, but something is better than nothing,-Scarlett answered, breaking free from the kiss while catching her breath. The script was at her side, along with what was left of her clothes; now she only wore a long shirt.
-The number of scenes doesn't matter. For now, I want intensity and multiple roles where I give it my all. -Billy responded.
-If you think about it, when you act, you just have to be what they ask you to be. If you manage to be one of many characters and make each character count, the only thing that matters in cinema is what matters to the audience. You base yourself on how others see you when acting. If you're intense and can stay in people's minds, they will look for you, and there's your next role. Whatever it is, it's a gain for me and anyone else. -
-That's arrogant. For people to remember you for two minutes in movies is almost like releasing a song as a complete uunknown and it starts being heard worldwide because of how it begins or ends. You sing, and just because of a way of saying things, you're rich. -Scarlett replied, hitting her chest while leaning against him.
-You'll see. -Billy answered, moving in to taste those pink lips that seemed to invite him to be kissed. He took every deep breath; their legs tangled, skin to skin, the softness of her body made him want to turn things up a notch while kissing her neck.
She electrified when he attacked her weak spot behind her ears; it was almost as if inviting her limbs to stop functioning. Who could say otherwise? It was what seemed to be kept hidden.
His blue eyes came closer; he pressed his pelvis against hers, that detail not calculated. She leaned in, pelvis to pelvis, while their eyes began to redden and lose focus, almost confused by the passion that no longer seemed hidden now that they played, each in their own way.
-We have to go to the studio to record the song. -Scarlett whispered, fervently unaware of the time, as it was just before noon. The kiss was simple; Billy's lips marked the lack of a shirt, her generous breasts, and the sweet words they exchanged wrapped in the beds of love.
Who could stay so intimately? Their bodies stuck as one, returning to the age of myth. Words were drowned in the moans she let escape when he felt her legs open to receive the joy of the seed.
-The studio will always be open, but that's the least of what matters. -Billy replied after a while, breaking the silence that seemed to move between them, so focused on themselves and the magnificent way they held each other.
Rising and falling, while she received him strongly, her hips thrusting back and forth, back and forth, while the friction led them to paradise. How mortal and magnificent was what they could feel—the unity, how complementary they revived each divided part with sheer will, the chance to gather in such serenity.
It was almost like a mine. Using the soul nearing him, he carefully used every part of himself so that, in no way, would he feel cornered by the love seemingly born from the act—one weighed from different sides. He felt with reason and serenity every beat of his soul; it was a great way to live, how they moved, how they shared.
He was on top, then they moved, she on to,p possessed by Aphrodite, dancing and weighing with the strength of nymphs—a true call to fire that between them decided to unite their souls for eternity.
-Keep going as long as you can. -Scarlett replied, reaching her peak. That desire seemed to spread through every pore of her skin while her body struggled to hold itself over the hips, clawing with her nails, her head thrown back as her blonde hair scattered throughout the room. It was the way of living and awakening.
He gripped tightly the slender body now supported on his shoulders while holding her thighs and pulling her close. She was totally unique; the strength in his arms tired, but the pleasure was so intense it kept him going; he needed her. Scarlett was in an unbeatable event; she dozed between heaven and earth. Every feature offered by Billy filled her with a consideration that made her unable to deny receiving the pleasure flooding her as that bliss rose in every part of her body like a marvel.God.- Scarletttt whispered, fully immersed in the beauty of power, almost a bouquet of happiness.
It was the way it moved; she thought of addiction and seemed to feel something like the sweet taste of happiness mixed with the unknown. For a long time, she could no longer tell truth from falsehoods—only pleasure.
She tried to breathe, but it was hard when her whole heart was at least a moon of love. She was wrapped in a gray mist, unforgettable and ill-fitted, making her heart beat unlike any other. She melted on a bed, melting like raindrops falling on wood.
They moistened her bones and created an unforgettable moment; any reasfor of gold and joy became eternal.
-"I'm exhausted. -Scarlett replied.
-You always seem to say it like that. -Billy answered, holding her as she lay on his chest.
It was the way aspirations gave life; he stroked her sweat-dampened hair.
-This is very good; it's the sweetest thing I've ever tasted in my life.-The girl replied beautifully, knowing and intricate, now closing her eyes to take a long rest.
-Let's go party. I have another extra party, and this time we'll have a lot to do.- Billyilly replied, taking a rest.
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