Claimed By The Russian Billionaire

An awkward silence followed.

“Well I guess you will be taking his room too for the night.” She finally conceded, a faint feeling of defeat creeping over her. What had she expected anyway?

She turned to take one last look at him, as she heard his chair scraping out from under the table, and was greeted with the largest bulge in his crutch she had ever seen.

Leander froze, his face reddening as he realized he had been caught.

Mary asked breathlessly, “You’re not going to hurt me are you?”

“Not unless you want me to” Leander replied, equally breathless, and past the point of caring; he wanted this woman more than he had ever wanted any woman in his life.

They met halfway between the round kitchen table and the sink, and for a second, it was not clear what was happening. They moved with a swiftness propelled by a flame of passion so strong that both of them feared it would fatally consume them.

Leander was aroused by the softness of her every inch of skin, and the soft moans she let out in his ear as he covered her neck with feral kisses. Mary caressed his hard, muscular back, pulling him deeper into her. Her bosom vibrated with the deep growl that emanated from deep within his chest as he covered her mouth with scorching kisses; kisses that melted her feet which soon gave way. Leander was a generous lover, instinctively sensing her needs he grabbed her, lifted her, and put her on his waist. She gasped and moaned at the hardness of him which was straining and threatening to burst through her brother’s pants. She was heavy, but pleasantly so, Leander thought and in a daze he started for Andre’s bedroom.

“No, the other one!” Mary interjected breathlessly, “To my room further along”

This was turning out to be a fantasy night of the most sublime proportions and she was not going to have it end on Andre’s bed.

They burst through the door of the room, still tangled, like a destructive gale, landing on the bed with a loud thud. Leander gingerly pulled aside the strands that held her nightie in the back, thinking how much he loved the silken touch of it but knowing it was nothing compared to the treasures underneath.

Mary was beside herself with excitement and she vaguely remarked that the adverts where not joking as she closed her eyes at the pure sensual feel of the garment on her skin as Leander pulled both ends away. The sudden contrast of the cold air against her heated body excited her further, and she curled her toes in anticipation. Mary had never seen this much desire for her in a man’s eyes, and everything seemed to retreat into oblivion, as Leander leaned back to admire her supple frame for several moments.

Leander thought she looked absolutely lovely, and he set about discovering her body inch by inch with his tongue. Starting with her large breast, he caressed both nipples one after the other, sending shivers of excitement up and down her spine.

She moaned in agitation, squeezing the sheets beneath her in anticipation as he threw his shirt off. Kneeling there on the bed, between the warmness of her thighs, he looked like a marble sculpture of a Greek god. She sat erect to feel his chest and abs which, but for the heat, certainly felt like marble. He pushed her back to the bed, and opened her thighs wider. Sliding her panties off, he went down on her, his tongue slipping in and out like an acrobatic eel.

Sparks went off in Mary’s mind, and she moaned desperately as his capable tongue did wonders across the warm folds of her womanhood; the only thing keeping her to earth being his strong arms as they gripped her thighs while he worked. She moaned some more.

Leander, in response, pleasured her even more. He teased her, and took her to the absolute apex of pleasure. When she was jumping out of her skin, his pants came off in a flash and Mary gave a soft moan as he penetrated her. His movement slow and methodical applied for maximum effect. He explored every inch of her body he could with his hands and lips while he was in her, as if he wanted his whole being to remember her body.

She gripped his muscular back, pushing into him as they both climaxed. They stayed together a few more moments before separating albeit reluctantly.

They lay side by side contentedly, neither saying a word lest they destroy the magic of the moment. Both of them were waiting for the other to catch their breath, something as beautiful as what had just transpired should be done more than once-severally even.