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I open my legs wider, waiting for him, ready to feel him again.
This time is different to how it was in the office. It’s not filled with the same urgency, the same heated rush.
This slow, sensual exploration of each other’s bodies is more intimate, and when he leans over me and pushes his cock into my pussy, I realize it is far more pleasurable that I could ever have imagined.
Yefim has me pinned against the sofa as he thrusts into me over and over again, sometimes moving slowly, sometimes pushing so deep I feel like he might break me apart with his cock, then moving slow again.
I bury my face against his neck and breathe in the scent of him, a scent that sends shivers through me. One that, even though I don’t like to admit it, I have fallen in love with.
Everything about him, I realize, I am falling in love with.
Yefim leans up over me, one hand pressed into the cushion above my head, then wraps the other around my thick waist to arch my back upwards as he slowly starts to increase his momentum.
I can feel his cock growing harder inside me and it’s causing my entire body to shake uncontrollably. He’s already brought me so close to the edge with his tongue, I don’t know how I’ve managed to last this long, but even as I think that, I know I don’t want it to end.
I want to experience this again and again with him.
I cry out and press my hips up against him, letting his cock push deeper into me as my pussy clamps down on him and the heavy, pulsing waves of an orgasm crash through me.
Yefim lets out a deep moan as he explodes inside me, gripping me tighter.
We lie on the couch together for a moment, catching our breath. Last time we were together it felt purely physical, like something that was based on need and nothing else.
This time, I felt him. I saw the way he looked at me. I felt the connection.
It was so much more intimate, so much more mind-blowing because of the connection we made.
A little shiver runs through my body.
“It is cold in here, isn’t it,” he chuckles, pulling me to my feet. “Let’s get you home, into a warm bath perhaps.”
“That sounds lovely,” I say, leaning against him for a moment, staring in his eyes.
Then he steps away to pull his pants back on and I pull my dress down, unable to hide the stupid grin on my face.
But only a few minutes later we both realize we have an issue.
The cellar door is locked.
The staff has closed up for the night.
“It’s okay, we can phone them.” I laugh, nervously, as I search around for my phone. “Oh, I left my phone on the table upstairs.”
“So did I,” Yefim chuckles. He doesn’t seem in the least bit phased to be trapped in here with me.
“Can’t we bang on the doors?” I ask, shocked.
“There's no night staff. If they’ve locked up, then the place is empty.”
“Until tomorrow?” My eyes are wide with horror.
“Until tomorrow, but don’t look so worried. I promise we’ll be fine until then.”
He grabs my hand and pulls me back down the stairs. “Here, see.” He points to a storage closet.
“What is it?” I ask, peeking inside.
“It’s all the supplies for the picnics we host.”
