Bullets Don't Cheat

Swimming

I pulled up to V's shop. I bang on the door. He was taking too long to open it. I banged on the door a second time. He came to the door and I just jumped in his arms and began kissing him passionately. He grabbed my thighs securing me.

"I'm not wearing any panties" I told him nibbling his ear.

"Oh yeah what does that mean." He told me sitting me down on his massage table.

" Well I was thinking you could finish what we didn't finish."

"Nope" he answered holding me close leaning his head on mine.

"Why not? Don't you want me?" I asked leaning back on his table propped on my elbows. I placed one leg on his shoulders and the other leg up on the table. I bit my lip and looked at him.

His hand grabbed my ankle as he leaned his head to the side to kiss my ankle.

"Of course I want you Bella."

"How much." I asked him. He snatched my other leg off the table and grabbed underneath both of my thighs and pulled me violently towards him. I slammed into his pelvis.

"So much Adara. So badly baby. But."

"But what" I asked raising up to look him in the eyes.

"I'm not ready" he told me looking down.

"Why? Awee baby is it your first time." I asked pulling at his lip.

He began laughing.

"I'm ashamed of all the times I've had."

"Then what is it." I asked him holding the side of his face looking into his eyes. I felt some sort of connection beyond my knowledge of origen to him.

He was quiet for a long moment. I saw the words sitting at the bottom of his lips but I knew he could not speak them. I sighed deeply.

"Look baby. It's fine I understand you don't have to explain." I told him and he held me tightly and kissed my temple.

The remainder of the night he massaged my entire body. His touch was so careful and fulfilling. He worked from the tips of my polished toes to the roots of my in-need-of-a-touch-up scalp. His hands engraved stories of compassion and tenderness on my skin. My body was on fire as heat danced on my skin from where ever his hands had left my skin. His palms glid in the hot oils on my back, up my neck, and be hind my ear lobes. I shivered with joy, I felt so good.

He cupped my ass in both hands and massaged it up and down, left and right. He grabbed the sides of my ass and made them clap against each other.

"Owee" I said lowly.

I felt his warm lips peck my shoulders until he reached my neck. My heart pounded in my chest cavity, and my face was flushed. The edges of my hair lingered in my face, as hot oils and sweat dripped slowly in my face. It felt like the room had been filled with steam.

My body had never felt so liberated. I was satisfied but not contently satisfied. My body ached for his touches to continue-continuing the bliss. Valentino made love to my body with his hands. That night I think I experienced what they call a spiritual climax.

He grabbed the locks of my sweat knotted hair and began brushing it gently. He worked out all the knots until it flowed perfectly down the side of the table. He massaged my hands and palms once more. He clipped and filed my nails and polished them fiery red. He held them in his hands and blew on them gently, the same way he does before he kisses me.

When they dried he turned me around on my back. He kissed my lips, my chest, my belly and my thighs. The river between my thighs was indistinguishable between my arousal or the oils and heat generated in the room running; maybe it was a mixture of both. He put both of his hands on my sides of my ribs and pushed up until his thumbs and pointer fingers were directly under my breast. He grasped them firmly and started massaging in a circular motion. My nipples were in between his pointer finger and middle finger. I pushed my chest out and sighed deeply.