Revolving Doors

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so there’s no man to report my activity to. I prefer it that way.”
    “So, you’re completely unattached?” he inquired surprised. “How in the world is that? I would think a woman like you would never be free to roam. Amazing . I don’t quite know what to say to that.”
    And there he was with the piercing eye contact again. It was as though hearing that there was no man in my life gave him new purpose.
    He moved closer and without hesitation placed his lips over mine for a kiss that felt it had been waiting to make an appearance all day long.
    Our tongues danced, the tastes of cachaça and lime, still fresh on our breaths.
    As we kissed, his hands travelled underneath my blouse, unhooked my bra and cupped around newly freed breasts.
    As he pulled my blouse over my head and slid the bra down my arms, I remained silent and focused on him taking control.
    I was anxious to see where he would lead me. He made his way down and the last of my clothing fell beneath me as he worked his way around my body.
    When there was nothing left he led me inside.
    He guided me to the bed, turned me onto my stomach and caressed my ass with his palms.
    “You have the most beautiful ass I’ve seen on a woman, ever .”
    He kissed then nibbled my left ass cheek. My initial reaction was to shriek, but the more he did it, the better it felt.
    I was thoroughly enjoying the strange feeling of having a body part bitten.
    “You’ve relaxed…” he said. “That’s good. I won’t hurt you. Trust me.” Tracing his finger over different areas, he whispered , “this body deserves all the delicate touches I can give.”
    He kissed his way up the curve of my back and when he reached the top moved my hair to the side and planted kisses along the back of my neck.
    When I felt his hardness rubbing against me, I assumed doggy style was our next stop. Instead he instructed me to momentarily move to where the pillows were. He then laid on his back.
    “Venha cá, Gabriella.”
    I came as he asked.
    “Place your hands on the wall above the headboard,” he instructed.
    I obliged.
    “Bring your right leg over and then lower yourself over my face. I want to taste you.”
    And taste me he did!
    Shit ! I had never done that before. I felt like putty in his hands or should I say his lips.
    He tasted…he devoured and he finished, with a grand finale. My body had never reached the height of pleasure he took me to.
    I knew instantly I was in good hands and in for the 48-hour ride of my life.
    Victor was an experienced lover. He gave me a beginning, middle and conclusion – several times over.
    When we emerged from our shared quarters freshly showered and dressed for dinner, I was a new woman.
    I thought I was somewhat of a sexual being before that night, but I was wrong! Clearly, I was an amateur.
    Sure, Paulo was merely a five-time deal, but Kenny was more sex than I could count over a three-year period. I guess two lovers did not an expert make.
    With Victor…lucky number three, I realized I hadn’t achieved fame until the magic of multiple orgasms penetrated my universe.
    I had entered a brand new learning curve and it was enjoyable, to say the least. 

CHAPTER 11
    ~*~*~
     
    “How did you enjoy yourself this afternoon, Gabriella?” he asked smiling, over our evening meal.
    “I enjoyed you quite a lot, Victor. But somehow, I think you already know that.”
    “I hoped …”
    “You…are an amazing lover, Victor.”
    “ You , Gabriella…made that easy. I wanted to converse with your body the moment I watched you approach with Valentina. The sway of your hips. The golden of your skin. The beautiful curls that fell around your face and shoulders. Your breasts. I knew being inside you would be a paradise, I just didn’t know how much of paradise it would be.”
    Whoa! What an ego booster!
    He hadn’t said a thing about my level of experience – or lack thereof. Either he hadn’t noticed, was being nice or I wasn’t as inexperienced as I

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