When I met you

Him - Chapter 14

She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. How could anyone have told her that she was ugly?

I sat with her on the edge of the pool:

"Are we going to get in the water?"

"Do you promise you won't play any of those stupid games?"

"Promise."

I went into the water first and held her by the waist to help her in.  For me, the water hit below the chest, for her, the water was below the chin.

"Why didn't you learn to swim?"

"Because I preferred to take ballet classes."

"How old were you?"

"Six.  My uncle took me for a test, the swimming teacher wanted to know if I wasn't afraid of water.  I passed the test, but I wanted to do ballet."

"How long have you studied ballet?"

"Until I was eighteen, but I never wanted to be a professional dancer.  It was just because I really liked it."

"Turn around."

"Why?"

"I want to see your tattoo."

Her tattoo caught the entire back.  It was a cherry tree, those Japanese trees.

"Did it hurt?"

"What?"

"To get the tattoo?"

"A little."

"Are you going to get more?"

"Maybe. What about you?  Don't you want to get one?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Just don't. But it suits you."

She turned to face me and said:

"When I first saw you, I thought you had a lot of tattoos."

"Why?"

"Maybe because of the way you dress - always in black.  Only today I saw you in a white T-shirt."

"And I never imagined that a red-haired girl with green eyes could have a huge tattoo on her back."

"You don't like it, do you?"

"Not much, but in you, I love it."

She approached me, and started tracing the lines of my face with her fingertips, and then she lowered her hand to my neck, kept sliding her hand to my chest until it reached my waist. Slowly she was pulling me closer to her. I took her by the waist and lifted her up so she was at my height. She wrapped her legs around me and went down her body, keeping her back in the water. I was looking at her. I put one of my hands on her back, and slowly started to lift her up until we were very close. I was taking her to the pool wall. With her legs still around my waist and leaning against the wall, she hugged me, and I kissed her on the most sensitive area of ​​her neck.

"I never felt that way with any girl. What are you doing to me?"

"You are the most caress I have ever met."

"Did you have a lot of boyfriends?"

"No, they were three. And have you had many girlfriends?"

"I had one. But I don't want to talk about it now. I just want you to kiss me."

When her mouth touched mine, I made it open with my tongue very slowly. And it felt like her tongue was waiting for mine.  The kiss was slow, but full of passion.

"Are you hungry?"

"I am."

"I left some things ready for us to eat.  I hope you like Arab food."

"Hummmm... I love it."

We got out of the pool, I held out a towel for her to dry, and she wore the T-shirt again. We went to the kitchen.

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