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do? Apply pressure until I bend to your will?”
     
    He grinned and leaned across the lit table, kissing her on her lips suddenly and deeply. When he pulled back, she could barely breathe and her eyes took some time to reopen. “Absolutely.”
     
    ***
     
    He kept her hands off of her throughout the rest of dinner. It was just as well for Tasha, as she couldn’t think much when he was touching her anyways. It was as if the physical contact with him took away all of her brain cells. After dinner, he took her hand and music started to play. He held her close, their hand entwined as the other held her just above her supple ass. His hand itched to move lower, but he didn’t want to scare her off again.
     
    “Why did you run off last time, Tasha?”
     
    Her brown almond-shaped eyes looked up at him in surprise. It was the first words he had spoken in several minutes, so it seemed as though it was bothering him. Tasha didn’t know what to say. She shrugged instead. “You are overwhelming and it has been a long time for me, Demitri. A very long time.”
     
    Her words drove him closer. His need for her was overwhelming to him as well. He had never wanted someone as much as he wanted Tasha. “Tasha, you know I will be gentle with you, right?”
     
    “I don’t know that I want you to be gentle, Demitri.”
     
    He was next to her and his hands pulled her towards him in seconds. It was the best permission he had ever heard. He pushed her down into the soft cushioned booth and pressed his body against hers. Tasha’s thighs opened and his hips pushed between them. It was like a switch had been turned on and Tasha did not know if had been wise to switch it. His body and hands were everywhere. She was pressed between softness beneath her and hardness above.
     
    Her panties did nothing to dispel the feel of him between her legs. Whimpering against him, her legs wound around his waist with her core burning against his length. He thrust against her, much like before with her driving lesson. But it was more intense then, only thin barriers between their most intimate parts. The constant rubbing was pushing her closer to an end she had been waiting for forever it seemed.
     
    Tasha’s head went to the side as his mouth devoured her throat and moved lower to the top of her dress. His tongue was just inches from her diamond-tipped nipples, her back arched to offer him more. Her brown eyes slid open and she was afforded an upside down, sideways glance underneath the table.  She could see the legs of one of the workers and her thighs tightened around him, stopping his movement for a moment.
     
    “Is there anywhere more private we could go?”
     
    Another growl and then a hiss from Demitri before he moved back. He pulled himself up and looked down at her splayed thighs and the bright red lace peeping out from between them. Her eyes were glazed and her lips pursed in need. He helped her up and took her below, where he had wanted to take her from the very beginning.
     
     

Chapter 8
    As he closed the door, he turned around to find Tasha moving back towards the large bed in the middle of the room. He met her before she could reach it and his hands immediately went to the bottom hem of her dress. Pulling it over her head, he gasped when her body came in view. “So beautiful.”
     
    His lips met hers as his fingers worked the bindings holding her from him free. Her large breasts swayed with the freedom and he was quick to fondle and then reach down to take one hardened tip into his mouth. Biting gently on the flesh, his tongue quickly soothed her. She held his head in place with a strong grip on his thick dark brown hair. She gasped and wiggled against him. Tasha needed more and she was soon pushing him lower, to the part of her that was begging for attention. “Please, Demitri.”
     
    He pulled her panties down with a jerk and a sharp intake of breath from her. His mouth came close and his breath on her was hot and unnerving.