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I let out a deep breath and stepped back. “Are you okay?” I asked, feeling slightly anxious as I was more than ready. But, I would wait for her; I was not into the habit of forcing people into situations.

“Yes,” she said as she stood, holding her arm across her chest, clutching her dress. “I just want to, well, just give me a second.” She sat up and straightened her dress.

I collected my glass and the bottle of champagne, wondering if this night would end up not being what I hoped. I filled her glass and poured myself one as well.

She looked more composed as I sat back down. Our eyes met, and I could see the flames burning within her. I handed her the glass and she took a long, slow sip.

As I watched her intently, I felt my heart picking up speed, and I placed my glass down. Her lips were plump and so alluring. Her smile was inviting, and I was sure she also wanted more. Gradually, I moved closer, picked up her legs, and placed them across my lap. She did not protest.

I leaned in and kissed her as I took the glass, placing it back on the table with mine. There was a burning passion in her kiss this time, and I hoped she was ready.

As I rose, I pulled her back into position and slowly trailed my fingers up her legs. She relaxed and closed her eyes again. I moved my hands up her thighs once more, hoping to gain access this time. She didn’t move when I pushed her skirt over her hips, exposing her luscious pussy.

My cock throbbed hard against my pants as desire grew within me. I wanted her more than anything, but I also wanted her encounter to be memorable. I wanted her to beg for it. I smiled at my wickedness as I knelt next to the chaise.

Chapter 4 - Irina

His hands were warm as he moved them up my legs and between my thighs, but his touch was soft. My heart was beating faster than I had ever thought it could. I tried to keep my breathing normal, but all my senses were tingling at once.

Suddenly, I felt his tender lips on my thighs, and it caused a hurricane within me. My stomach was turning and twisting, my heart was skipping beats while my lungs tried to keep up. Outside, the rain was slashing at the windows as the wind drove them. I felt my blood rushing through my veins as if competing with nature.

With his gentle touch, I allowed my body to move as he lifted one leg over the back of the chaise and pushed the other to the floor. My legs felt like clay as he molded them to his desire. I dared not open my eyes as he may see the fear in them and stop.

It felt so right, yet so wrong, and it scared me. He moved his strong hands up my inner thighs, causing my body to tremble. My breathing raced my heart as I tried to fill my lungs with air. His hands slid back down my thighs and gripped my knees with force.

Unexpectedly, his soft lips and open mouth closed around my pussy, and I sat up as if there was a spring inside of me. I felt my lungs collapse and my heart stop.

He was knelt next to the chaise. His right hand pinning my left leg hanging over the back of the chaise, and his other held my leg down on the ground. His head was between my legs, as he devoured my vagina. He was sucking me into his mouth as his lips closed.

I gasped at the air in the room, but it appeared there was no air to swallow as I grabbed onto the back and the side of the chaise. “Stop,” I heard myself whisper.

My body trembled and shuddered as he moved his tongue around. What was happening? I had no control over my body, and my mind appeared to be absent. “Stop,” I breathed out louder.

Sergei lifted his head, “Try to relax, honey.” He said in a calm tone, grinning from ear to ear. His cloudy eyes pulled me into the darkness that seemed to have taken over as my body wanted to explore. But I wasn’t ready for this and shook my head, hoping he was the gentleman he appeared to be.

Sergei dropped his head on his chest and breathed out loudly. I felt the pressure on my knees relax as he released his grip. Slowly, he rose to his feet and walked to the bathroom. I felt guilty for allowing him to believe there could be more and for being relieved.

I sat up and straightened out my clothing. I leaned over and picked up my panties, which were lying just beside the edge of the chaise. The bathroom door opened suddenly, and I slid them under the edge of my dress.

He strolled back over to the chaise, and I couldn’t help but admire his smoothness. He didn’t look upset, but I could feel a stiffness filling the air around us. He picked up the almost empty bottle and leaned over to fill my glass.

As he handed me the glass, I offered him a warm smile. Sergei returned my smile before sitting down next to me again. “So,” He asked in a deep voice. “You want something to snack on or watch a movie, or would you like me to take you home?”

He watched me intently as he spoke, and I shifted uncomfortably on the chaise. I felt sure he would be angry if Idecided to go home now, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to leave yet.

“Well,” I replied, taking a sip from my glass. “We can watch a movie if you want.” I continued, hoping my voice didn’t betray me. I liked him and wanted to give whatever this was a chance to develop. However, if he didn’t, that would also be fine by me.

Sergei stood and collected the remote. He called room services before sitting back down. He ordered another bottle with some strawberries and cream. While we waited, he flipped through the channels. As the doorbell rang, he handed me the remote before answering.

I was unsure what to make of his reaction. He appeared upset but kept his cool. Yet, it made me nervous as I knew nothing about him. I snapped out of my thoughts as the door closed. He pushed the trolley over to the chaise and offered me another glass.

Was he trying to get me drunk, I wondered as I pulled the glass to my chest. “Not right now, thanks,” I said, hoping he wouldn’t see the uncertainty in my eyes.

Sergei nodded and placed the bottle back in the ice bucket before sitting down. “Find anything you want to watch?” he asked, shifting his position, to face me.

“Not really,” I replied, placing the remote on the chaise between us. “But we could always talk a bit if you want,” I said, facing him. His strong features lit up as he smiled broadly.

“Sure,” he said softly as he took the remote and placed it on the trolley. He tapped the chaise between us and continued, “Put your feet up and relax.

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