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I come on his fingers. It’s a shockingly powerful and quick climax that leaves me shaking and clutching at him.
    Still kneeling, we stare into one another’s eyes. It’s the most intensely intimate experience of my life. I want to say something but don’t want to ruin the moment. I 61
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    sense he feels the same way. He kisses me tenderly and strokes my cheek. “Come, lubimaya . I make love to you.”
    Sergei helps me stand and takes me hand. He leads me into the bedroom and guides me down onto the bed. He removes my shoes and tosses them over his shoulder.
    After an incredibly thorough kiss, he leaves the bedroom and I wait in nervous anticipation. Walking without a hint of shame over his nudity, Sergei returns, the strip of condoms from my purse in hand. He tosses them onto the bed.
    Like a prowling cat, he climbs over me. Our fingers intertwine above my head as he plants his knees on either side of me. Naked and hot, our bodies touch and slide. The pointed tips of my breasts drag along his muscled and decorated pecs. His cock smashes against my lower belly, leaving wet smudges along my skin.
    Sergei kisses all of my injuries with such gentleness it brings tears to my eyes. He whispers sweet things to me in a mix of English and Russian. I want to believe the things he says. I want to believe he’ll protect me. I want to believe this isn’t going to end with the cold light of morning.
    He sits back on his heels and grabs a condom. Sitting up, I take it from him and rip into the package. I grasp his steely cock and slide the contraceptive sheath into place.
    There’s some primal part of me that wants to flirt with danger and allow him to spill his cum inside me. The responsible, say-no-to-STDs side of me puts the kibosh on that dangerous impulse.
    I lie back on the bed and spread my legs. Sergei leans over me and claims my lips in the kind of passionate kiss that leaves my toes tingling. Ever so slowly, he enters me, his way eased by my extreme wetness. I love every delicious inch of his cock sliding into me, stretching me, filling me. When he’s fully seated, Sergei holds still. Our eyes meet and something passes between us. It’s just a brief flash of something so powerful it scares me—and then it’s gone.
    He rocks against me for a few minutes then draws back and starts to thrust at an angle. I gasp as my exposed clit rubs against his pubic bone. The man has mad skills 62
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    and knows just how to move to make me claw at him and beg for more. I’ve never had an orgasm during sex. During foreplay, with sex toys or oral or some combination with Fox and Jolie? Sure. But straight-up boy/girl, penis-meets-vagina sex? No way.
    “Come on my cock, milaya moya .” Sergei’s thumb works in tight circles against my clit. I clutch at his sides and dig my toes into the mattress. Oh God. Oh God! It’s so good.
    “I’m going to come for you.” My voice is tinged with the desire to please him.
    Tension builds in my lower belly and I’m vibrating as I approach the precipice. The competing sensations of his thrusting cock and strumming thumb make me lose control. Fireworks burst behind my eyelids. His name falls from my lips like a mantra.
    “Sergei!”
    His thumb skillfully draws out the orgasm for all it’s worth. Eventually he has mercy on my poor, over-stimulated body and takes away that talented digit. He doesn’t stop thrusting though, just slows his pace. He bends down and captures my mouth again. His fingers sift through my hair and he nuzzles my nose. “Hold on to me.”
    With surprising finesse, Sergei rolls onto his back and somehow manages to keep me from slipping away. He grabs my hips and settles me into position atop him. I’ve always loved playing cowgirl and waste no time taking control. One hand on his belly, I sway back and forth on his cock. He plays with my breasts as I switch to a bouncing move. The sound of our bodies slapping together melds with our groans and