Eres Hermosa Frases Novels & Stories

Italian phrases and/or words: "Jealous you look radiant, but receptive you are a work of art... I hope we get along because I will enjoy kissing you." "Rest, princess, sweet dreams."

I watch her go, knowing this is her last chance to get away from me while she is still able. Therasus: Sei bellissima--You're beautiful.

Feeling entangled in the riding emotions, I really did not pay attention to the name and realizing that he also called me Hermosa repeatedly that night. I sniffed to question. “Why are you calling me Hermosa?” Although I didn’t know the meaning, it sounds Spanish. The handsomeness link on his face brought things into my empty stomach as I fiddled with my fingers when he voiced, smiling through his eyes. He tapped his chin. “Her-mosa. It means beautiful.” An endearing smile fell on his lips, and it reminded me of Ezekiel. A very beautiful woman. Pretty.” My heart fluttered.

The sight of her lips tempted him to stain them a deep red with his own. As she noticed him staring at her lips, a gulp escaped her, causing her to avert her gaze from his intense stare. Her face flushed with embarrassment as she tightly clutched her handbag, still feeling his penetrating gaze. Suddenly, his breath tickled her ear, causing her to startle and move away from him. She heard him asking, "What is your name, 'Mi hermosa'?" Although she did not comprehend his words, she blinked rapidly and gulped before responding,

“There’s two little ones ready to meet you.” I take a deep breath. Sofrito and platanos maduros. I ain’t never smelled something so good before. Between the sounds, and the electricity, and the scents, I have to see what’s happening. The most gorgeous woman I ever seen is holding my hand to the side of her face. Una belleza de ébano [An ebony beauty]. My wrist’s got a bandage on it, but it don’t hurt anymore. There’s bright light behind her. It makes her ebony skin… sin tacha [flawless]... and glow on the edges. She looks like she was crying. I can’t let that happen. I move my hand to wipe her tears away. I hope it don’t scare her.

Rougher. Embarrassingly close to a groan. She blinks. I blink. "What!" she suddenly barks, throwing her arms out. "Am I not that desirable?" I freeze. Completely. My lips actually tremble—what the hell is happening to me?—and I stutter like a complete idiot. "No… no. You’re beautiful. And gorgeous. And your eyes are so—" "Talk about my body, Hermes. My body. Leave my eyes out of it." She mutters it like I’ve personally offended her ancestors.

I ask, my voice breathy with awakening lust. “Do you know how long I’ve been trying to convince Merry to do the sofa thing? I’ve barely been able to think of anything else since she said we could do it. I’ve gotta get you in the mood, Caramelo.” “Mmmmm. You don’t ever have to do much to get me in the mood, Tesoro. Eres tan jodidamente sexy, solo tengo que mirarte y estoy listo. (You're so fucking sexy, I just have to look at you and I'm ready.)”