Page 14 of My Russian Roommate

“Oh, come on. You can powder your nose later. Let’s get to know each other.”

“No, thank you. I told you I’m not interested so…’ I look over his shoulder and see Lev marching toward us. I flinch a bit, expecting our night to be ruined by his huge fist bearing down on this drunken fool's head but that doesn’t happen. Instead, he speaks to the man in a low, menacing tone that sends a shiver up my spine.

I watch as Lev expertly handles my drunken pursuer and a strange sensation hits me just like it did when he put my landlord in his place or when he stopped his neighbor from harassing me. He doesn’t mince words or try to placate people. When it comes to protecting me, he’ll do it with brute force and expert precision.

I love this about him. It makes me feel special, like, for once in my life, I’m worthy of this kind of attention. At this moment, I’ve never wanted him more. Yes, if I have anything to do with it, this is going to be the night that I give myself over to him completely.

I decide to broach the subject delicately when the opportunity arises and let him know I’m a virgin. I hold my breath, anticipating his reaction, and I’m relieved to see that he seems excited by it. More than excited. He’s turned on, gazing at half-mast.

For the rest of the meal, I sit on the edge of my seat, determined to breathe in every second of this experience and hold it in my memory forever. His gift this morning, the ambiance of this place with its soft piano music and candlelight, and the anticipation of knowing that in just a couple of hours, Lev will take me to bed and make love to me. There’s nowhere in the world I’d rather be than here with him.

8

TAKING LEAH

LEV

We arrive back at my place and I open a bottle of white wine and pour a glass for each of us. Leah leans across the breakfast bar, and I gaze down at her cleavage and try not to lick my lips. The raw need to drive myself home inside her is becoming more difficult to rein in.

“Maybe I should change out of this dress now,” she tells me. “I’ve been worried about spilling something on it all night.”

I set the glasses down on the bar and say, “I can help you with that.”

I place my hands on her shoulders and press myself against her back. Her breath quickens as I kiss her soft neck and move my hands to the zipper on the back of her dress. I unzip it slowly, exposing her bare back and the top of her matching blue panties.

Slipping my hands under the fabric, I explore her, starting at her waist and moving upward to her firm, ample breasts. I squeeze them then bring my hands to her back and open the clasp of her bra. When I slide the dress straps off her shoulders, I take her bra as well.

She stands there topless and quivering, and I spin her around to have a look at her before teasing her nipples with the tip of my tongue. Eyes closed and trembling, Leah runs her fingers through my hair, urging me for more, so I take the tender, pink flesh between my lips and suck on it until it stands at attention.

I push her against the breakfast bar and place her hands on the top button of my shirt. She steadies her trembling fingers and unbuttons it for me. I take her hands and glide them across my chest and abs then down to the waist of my pants. She opens my belt, then the button and zipper, so I force her hands inside. She tentatively explores the unfamiliar beast housed inside my boxers. Her gentle touch on my cock and balls sends shockwaves up my spine, fierce hunger rippling through me.

I remove her panties and tell her to remove my pants and boxers. I hold her head and gently push her to her knees as she takes off my clothes. She’s eye to eye with my swollen cock when I step out of my pants.

“Touch it,” I command her and she takes hold of it in her tiny hand. “Now look at me while you stroke it.”

She does as I command so I take it a step further and say, “Now lick it.”

Without a second of hesitation, she sticks out her tongue and swipes it against the tip. Her soft, wet touch causes beads of moisture to drip from my shaft. I want to feel what it’s like to slide my manhood down her throat, but I want to be inside her more so I help her to her feet and spin her around. I bend her over the counter and slip my fingers inside her. She arches her back and spreads her legs wider as I coax her closer to orgasm. I want her frothing with desire when I enter her for the first time.

Unable to fight back the urge to feel her wrapped around my cock, I pull my fingers out of her wet hole and turn her to face me.

“Listen to me, little girl. Once we do this, there’s no going back. You’ll be mine and I don’t share. Do you understand me?” She has to know that this is serious. I’ve wanted her too much for too long to ever let her get away.

Still out of breath, she nods and whispers, “Yes.”

That’s all I need to hear. I pick her up in my arms and carry her to the bedroom where I lay her down gently and pull her ass to the edge of the bed. I lift her legs up over my shoulders, cradle her ass in my hands, and slip the tip of my dick inside her. She groans as her body stretches to accommodate my long, thick shaft and I slowly feed her my entire length and remain still inside her. Her muscles tighten around me and her tightness almost sends me over the edge. I start slowly, taking her in long, deep strokes. As her body relaxes, I increase the intensity.

I watch her tits bounce as I drive myself inside her. Her eyes are closed so I squeeze her thighs. “Open your eyes and look at me, baby. I want you to see what you do to me.”

Her smile gets my juices flowing. I like that she’s enjoying me as much as I’m enjoying her. I want to make sure she comes with me inside her, so I press down on her belly and rub the base of my cock against her clit.

The sensation hits her and she thrashes and cries out in a muddled mixture of surprise and delight. I’m no longer looking for my own release but rather holding myself back so that I can enjoy feeling and watching hers. Each stroke causes her to cry out loudly. She’s close to the edge but her relief is completely under my control.

I’m the one who’s taking her there. It’s me who controls her body’s responses. She digs her fingertips into the mattress and holds on for dear life as I increase the speed of my thrusts. In seconds, she cries out and convulses as a wave of orgasmic pleasure washes over her. My cock jerks uncontrollably and I see stars as I, too, am consumed by the most powerful climax of my life.

I release her legs and climb on top of her, kissing my way up her body until I reach her sweet lips. Lying beside her, I take her in my arms and stroke her hair.

“Was your first time how you expected it to be?”

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