Her tongue poked out of her mouth in concentration as she looked at the label of the can.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea, malenki moyo,” he said.
“Let me be the judge of that,” she said solemnly.
And then her small hand covered his engorged member and she squeezed a generous splotch of the cream onto the tip.
She started low at the base of his shaft licking her way up slowly, gaze fixed on his massive erection quivering under her hand, his tanned belly taut with control.
“I always save the best part of my dessert for last,” she murmured, finally reaching the cream that covered the head and placing her full pink lips over the tip.
She took him in as deep as she could, and it was amazing. Nothing in her non-existent experience could have prepared her for how good it felt to pleasure him.
His gaze was fixed on her intent face, and at the sight of her breasts round and swaying, nipples peaked as she bent over him. He couldn’t take it a moment longer. He flipped her onto her back. His hands, shaking slightly, parted her knees; he rapidly put the
protection in place, and sank in deep.
****
When Sabrina awakened, Vlad had built up the fire again. Its bright flames flickered their reflection in the darkened windows. The omnipresent rain made it impossible for her to tell the time of day. Was it daytime rainy and dark, or nighttime rainy and dark? She would have made a poor Girl Scout.
She wanted a quick shower. They hadn’t used much water so the shower should be warm enough. Besides, the fire would help warm her even if the water proved cold. She knotted her hair on the top of her head. It would take too much water to wash again, and then she could leave some warm water for Vlad. She closed her eyes as a rush of liquid fire gripped her core. How had she gone from virgin to eager sexual pupil in hours?
She’d never had the time or the inclination to indulge in a relationship and with the schedule she kept, she usually had more interest in sleep. She’d assumed that the sexual-adventure gene had passed her over. Her girlfriends had agonized over their ups and downs with guys, but she had never met anyone so tempting that she would put aside every other consideration but the needs of her body. The ultimate negative had been her father’s defection. Later, as a bystander to her mother’s subsequent relationships, the tough object lesson of her father was further cemented. Sabrina learned the lesson well.
Romantic love didn’t exist. That last guy, Alex’s dad, whoever he was, had proved the theory best of all.
But this was different. Vlad was different.
Vlad was sexually irresistible, and as a first experience, she knew he was head and shoulders above any guy who had ever expressed interest in her. So now she knew what the fuss was all about. She counted herself lucky, judging from her friends’ tales. Vlad wielded his sexual expertise in a way that made her feel special; not at all like a one-night stand. And that was something at least. And really if she faced it, and she’d had to face up to so much in her life so far, when this storm passed, when the power went back on, they would return to their regular lives.
Surely, by that time, the ridiculous headlines would be long forgotten.
And when their fifteen minutes of infamy were over on the crazy baby daddy drama, she would be rational and appeal to his common sense. They would discuss it, and she would make him understand that she had not had any part in releasing a libelous story about him to the press.
Maybe with the notoriety of their situation, she wouldn’t be able to keep her job at VGI. Surely, he would not do anything to prevent her from getting another position in another New York company. They would move on with their lives.
Nodding to herself in acceptance of that inevitability, she opened the shower door and groped for the bath towel when the bathroom door was pushed wide.
Vlad, all six foot three of him, gloriously naked, was about to step into the enormous shower enclosure.
“Um, there’s still warm water.”
Sabrina, self-conscious in spite of the past hours, feeling unsophisticated, pressed herself, futilely into the far wall. She was losing her words again and couldn’t believe that she was blushing. Not after all they had done.
“You know it would have been more water efficient, greener, to wait for me.” He raised a brow, eyes mock serious.
Then he blocked her with his body when she would have stepped out. He reached behind her, and turned the spray back on.
As usual, Sabrina had only to look at him and completely lose rational thought. “Yikes!” she yelped as the water hit her breasts at the same time Vlad pulled her into his own hard body so the water covered them both.
His large hands cupped her rear and he brought her into delicious contact with his erection. The pointed tips of her breasts jutted into his chest. He lowered his head and took her lips in a deep kiss, his tongue mimicking the motion of his hips against her belly. He had to hold her up now because her legs crumpled like wet cardboard as he continued the assault on her lips.
Abruptly, the water turned icy, and Sabrina jerked back in shock. Vlad caught her in his arms with a chuckle.
“Come, little one,” he said, wrapping her in a towel and carrying her back to the bedroom. “The shower will be for another time.”
He stood her up on the rug in front of the blazing hearth. He used the towel and roughly dried them both off, his hands lingering as they swept over her legs.
He had brought up a plate of cheese and crackers that sat near the bed.
Sabrina looked over at the snack and said, “I could’ve made pasta.”
“Takes too long.” His eyes were intent on her body, and she felt her cheeks flame.
He tossed the towel down and smiled. “What?” Her voice was a breathy squeak.
It wasn’t easy to sound serious when you were stark naked. Her breasts blossomed ever fuller under his scrutiny.
“Don’t know how I missed this before,” he said, bending to stroke a finger over the place on her right ankle where a tiny tattoo of the sun sat blazing yellow.
“Oh, God, yeah, stupid rebellious teen. So cliché.” Sabrina’s felt a flush creep up her entire body.
He kept a grip on her ankle and Sabrina was seriously uncomfortable and yet curiously turned on to have him crouched below her naked body looking up at her.
“I have one, too,” he revealed, looking into her eyes.
“Oh? Where?”
Sabrina so overwhelmed by the size of him, the sex with him, somehow she had missed his tattoo.
“You can tell me when you find it.”
“So let me go so I can look,” she demanded, wriggling her foot. His large hand completely enclosed her ankle, and Vlad shook his head no.
Then he proceeded to use both hands to stroke her legs upward from her ankles to her calves to her thighs to the indentation of her rear. He knelt there and the warmth of his hands as they slid ever upward caused her legs to begin quaking with sexual anticipation. In seconds, she lost her balance and collapsed in a heap in front of him on the rug.
He nodded. “Now the playing field is equal.”
His voice was a low rumble. He continued to stroke her from behind, sweeping his hands over the smooth velvet of her back and down again to the crease of her buttocks. When she would have turned, he held her before him and shortly replaced his hands with his mouth; trailing his lips over every inch of her shoulders, then down her spine. Smoothing her bottom with a light touch, he continued caressing—there was no other word for it—her thighs, her legs and her feet. He laved the tiny tattoo with his tongue and Sabrina felt herself wishing she were as inked as a circus attraction if it meant he would use his tongue like that all over her.
“Da, moyo solnyshko, da.” He reared up, covered her breasts with his hands and started to pump with smooth strokes, picking up speed until she closed her eyes and let go as he sent them both into a sun-splitting orgasm.