Revolving Doors by Perri Forrest

teased.
    He looked down with a knowing smile.
    “I guess it would seem that way, huh?”
    “ I guess so, ” I grinned. “Of course you’re free to walk behind me the entire way so that my new friend’s intentions are well-hidden from the public.”
    “I rather like that idea,” he responded.
     
    ~*~*~
     
    Moments later we were back in our suite going at each other, feverishly.
    Foreplay out the way, we ripped our own clothes off and minutes later, as the warm shower water ran against our bodies, I was against the shower wall being fucked hard and squeaky clean.
    The strength in his legs and his stamina, were unparalleled – at least from what I had to compare them to up to that point. He was only my third lover, but by far the best.
    He gifted me with grown man performance.
    When he turned me toward the wall so he could enter me from behind, I screamed in pleasure as the warm stream travelled around my shoulders, down my back, and his rod glided in and out of my eager hole. We reached a mutual climax that was explosive and wonderfully satisfying. 
    Was it him? Was it the water? Was it the fact that we were in the shower and it was a first? Whatever it was, it was…phenomenal. I was officially in love with sex and all aspects of it.
    “ Thank you Victor, ” I said, thinking it went unheard. But when he responded through labored breaths, “No Gabriella, thank you …” I realized it was loud and clear.
    Not long after the shower, we found ourselves in the bedroom, me riding up and down his rod. I wanted it all. I wanted to remember that it was inside me. I wanted memories to take with me as I was on my flight home and as I fell asleep in my own queen-sized bed long after.
    When he turned me over and mounted me, securing my hands over my head with a belt from the terry cloth robe, I surrendered my entire body to him. I left him to the driver’s seat as he licked, suckled, and plunged, and I couldn’t have been more satisfied with the outcome.
    At the end, depleted of energy and sore in all the right places, I fell into a deep sleep lying next to Victor.
     
    ~*~*~
     
    The morning Victor left for home was like saying goodbye to an old friend. We had connected.
    I spent the last two days getting acquainted with the girls in the guest house – lounging, swimming and having fun.
    Paraiso Belo turned out to be an event-filled, sexually charged, vacation.
    On the last day, I shared a farewell lunch with both Valentina and Natalia.
    “Valentina, this was an experience to remember. I loved every minute of it – from the lounge to the bedroom,” I giggled.
    “Yay!” Natalia exclaimed.
    “So does that mean you’ll be back?” Valentina asked with her fingers crossed. “I think you would be a great addition to the Paraiso Belo family.”
    Looking back and forth between the two of them, I blurted out, “It most certainly does!”
     
    ~*~*~
     
    I got my wish.
    On the way to the airport, on my flight, when I took my shower after arriving home and when I headed to bed , beneath my own sheets, my body still tingled at the thought of Victor’s manhood deep inside of me.

 
     
     
     
    Bouncing Back
     

CHAPTER 12
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    Old habits die hard.
    Daydreaming had been a problem for me since I was a kid. That’s exactly what I was doing at that moment, wondering how I could get away with deferring my entry to UC Berkeley until the following spring.
    I wasn’t feeling school. I had just finished twelve years of it! All the homework… yuck ! Being talked at…for the birds ! Having to adhere to the beliefs of know-it-all teachers for a good grade… next !
    Nope, as much as I tried, I just wasn’t that interested.
    Getting back from Brazil where I was in the midst of beauty, happiness and sensuous freedom, all I could think of was how glamorous life was for Natalia – especially since I had a chance to taste that life myself.
    I wanted a slice. A fat slice. I wanted to be as free as the girls at Paraiso Belo.