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The sound of his deep sexy voice, the vibration of his chest against my back, the way his lips caress my name like a soft kiss—it’s all too much.
I come hard.
My pussy clamps down around him with a death grip, and I feel him explode inside of me at the same time. Head falling back against his strong shoulder, I cry out as my orgasm consumes me.
Tingling pleasure washes away all the exhaustion from my trembling limbs, replacing it with an intense satisfaction that leaves me utterly limp. My clit throbs, twitching again and again as I ride the last erratic thrusts of Efrem’s hips.
The heat of his cum warms my body as he fills me up, spurting inside me as I pull him deeper into my depths.
We breathe heavily together as he comes to a stop, his arms holding me close as I sit on his lap. He trembles slightly as his lips find the curve of my neck, pressing tender kisses onto my burning flesh.
“You’re shaking,” I murmur, craning my neck to look back at him.
Efrem’s hand that had held my throat shifts to cradle my cheek. “That is because you take everything I have.Ty vladeyesh’ mnoy, dazhe ne pytayas’.”
I shiver from the sexy sound of Russian sliding from his tongue. “What does that mean?” I breathe.
He just shakes his head. Then he leans in to kiss me sweetly. “Come, lean forward so I can untie you.”
I do as he says, my walls tightening as he remains inside me. His cock twitches in response, swelling again just slightly. I fight the urge to squirm, instead pressing my cheek to the bed once again.
His fingers work quickly, undoing the knots in a matter of minutes. And sweet relief washes through my shoulders as the circulation flows once again. Easing out of me, Efrem instructs me to roll onto my back. And when I do, he gently massages my arms and breasts.
Not in a sexual way, though it feels good enough that I moan with appreciation.
A low chuckle escapes Efrem's chest, as he looks down at my face.
“So, you would say rough play is fun?” he asks.
“Definitely,” I hum contentedly.
“Then, perhaps we can try a new toy the next time we come here,” he suggests, his eyes dancing.
I bite my lip as sudden discomfort tightens my chest. “Efrem, I…” I swallow hard, not sure how to broach the topic.
I sit up, pulling my knees to my chest, and Efrem shifts to face me, his eyes concerned as his hands come to rest lightly on my thighs. His expression is open and inviting, not just allowing me space to express myself but silently encouraging me to speak my mind. It gives me the strength to say what I have to, though my stomach still flutters nervously.
“Did I hurt you?” he asks gently.
“No! No,” I insist, gripping his wrist in my sincerity. “Well, I mean just in ways I really, really like. I swear.”
“Then, what?” he asks, his brow puckering slightly with confusion.
I take a deep breath and release it before forcing myself to voice my fear. “I’m worried someone might recognize me here. There were a lot of people here, in a place that’s… less than reputable?”
I don’t quite know how to put it, but the shift in Efrem’s expression makes me squirm. “It could cause serious issues for my father—you know, with him being a political figure and all. And I just think we need to be more careful… maybe try to do something a little more private next time?”
“We are in a private room,” he points out, his tone shifting from gentle to defensive.
“I know. It’s just… walking in, I couldn’t help but feel like people were, you know, looking at me. What if someone saw me here with you and said something? Or, god forbid, a paparazzi member gets wind of it. The guy whose camera you broke is out for blood, and he could definitely use this against my family.” Try as I might to find a gentle way of saying, I can see the cold frustration growing on Efrem’s face.
“No one is allowed to take pictures here. Certainly not the press. Cameras are confiscated at the door,” he states. “But if it concerns you so much that people know you are with me romantically, then we do not have to come here again.”
He rises from the bed and turns to collect his clothes, his demeanor closed off and distant in an instant.
“Efrem, it’s not that. It’s just… I have more to consider than whatIwant,” I try to explain.
“And you do not think I am aware of that? You do not think this relationship impacts my life? You are like a sister to Pyotr, my boss, the head of a family that I owe my life. I did not choose to date you without fully considering the potential consequences of it. And yet, every time we are together, it seems as though you are ashamed to be seen with me.”
