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I carefully considered his invitation before finally lifting my feet to the chaise. He gently straightened my legs and placed my feet on his lap. “Do you mind?” he asked as he started rubbing them.

His soft and warm touch sent a slight tingle up my spine. “No, it’s fine,” I said, shaking my head and feeling a little embarrassed. He was so gentle, kind, and loving, why did he also scare me, I wondered.

“So, you like kids but don’t have any yet?” he asked while rubbing my feet.

“Yes,” I replied. “Someday I want my own, but I still have time.”

“In Russia, did you also work at a nursery school?” he continued.

“I studied abroad and returned home, well, yes I did,” I answered as my mind traveled back to the last years spent with Oleg. But I wasn’t ready to divulge that kind of information.

He rubbed my feet and calves for a bit, just watching me. I found my mind wandering as I felt pure relaxation fill me. Could he be the kind of man I want to settle with? Was this all just a facade to get with me, or was this real?

I lay back and closed my eyes as he continued in silence. After a while, I felt him shift, and my eyes shot open. He was leaning sideways, pulling the trolley closer.

“I didn’t even ask,” he said as he dipped a strawberry into the bowl of cream. “Do you eat these?” he said, holding it in the air.

Feeling my breathing slow down, I nodded in agreement without a word. Sergei pushed himself up and leaned over,offering to feed me. I couldn’t help the smile forming on my lips as I slightly pushed up and took the bite.

Sergei grinned as he sat back down, his eyes sparkling in the room's dim light. I hadn’t even noticed the light before now, but liked it. Pushing myself up, I dipped a strawberry in the cream.

Not sure why, but I felt it was my turn, and I offered it to him. Sergei took my hand in his and pulled it toward his mouth. He placed his lips around my fingertips as he accepted. His mouth was warm and inviting, sending a swirl of emotions through me as he slowly pulled back.

He took one of my legs and put it towards the back side of the chaise as he shifted slightly forward. Then he took me around the waist and gently pulled toward him. I practically sat on his lap once he was done moving us around.

Sergei dipped another strawberry and placed it halfway in his mouth before leaning forward. My stomach made knots and turns as I leaned in and accepted half of it. His lips were soft, and his kiss pleasing.

I decided to follow his lead for now as my senses lit up. There was no danger in kissing, and the mood was working for me. His kiss was harder this time as he took half of the strawberry from me. We exchanged some more before he leaned in and kissed me without them.

He spread some cream onto my lips and chest before leaning in again. His kisses were harder as he pulled me even closer. He licked at the cream on my chest as he lowered me back on the chaise.

My mind and body were swirling with excitement, and couldn’t agree on whether to stop or if I should be begging for more.

I put my arms around his neck as he slightly lifted me forward. His strong hands quickly found the zipper on the back of my dress, and I felt the fabric loosen as the zipper slid down its rails. As he laid me back down, his hands brought my dress along with them, exposing my breasts.

His kisses moved from my mouth down my neck and onto my chest. I dug my fingers into his back as the tip of his tongue played with each of my nipples in turn. This sent new shudders through me as my lungs once again struggled to claim the air around us.

I felt his mouth close over my breast as he softly bit and pulled my nipples. My body arched entirely on its own, driving my breast more solidly into his accepting mouth. My vagina was throbbing with a warm sensation as I dug my fingers harder into him.

He pulled back and smiled at me in my confusion. With one rapid move, he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the side. His taught chest glistened in the light of the room, and I couldn’t stop my tongue from trailing a line across my lips.

I reached out and allowed my shaky hands to come to rest on his tight muscles. He gently put his hands over mine and moved my hands down his body. As they reached the top of his pants, he let go and I knew he wanted me to take his pants off.

But I was still not ready for this. I moved my hands back up his powerfully built body. He gazed down at me, and I smiled, “No, I’m not ready, Sergei,” I whispered in his ear as I pulled him closer. I felt his demeanor change as he pulled back.

He glanced sideways as he answered. “No problem.” He kissed me some more before Sergei got up and poured himself a glass of champagne before filling mine again.

“Do you want to stay the night?” he asked for the second time. My mind was warped and I wasn’t too sure anymore.

“Yes,” I heard myself reply.

He swallowed half his glass and headed to the bedroom. I sat up and pulled up my dress and zipper before taking a sip from the glass on the trolley. He returned shortly with a robe and handed it to me.

“You can have a shower if you want. I don’t have other clothes for you, but I have a robe.”

Smiling at him, I rose and took the robe before heading for a quick shower. I felt better. As I came out, he was standing at the door waiting for me.

He was the image of excellence. As I studied him, I felt my heart leaping and pushed my hands through my ruffled hair. This night didn’t turn out as either of us thought. But I was fine with it; it was exciting and pleasant.

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