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Perhaps he would find out another time. He reached down to massage both her breasts as he rubbed his thumbs over the sensitive nipples.
    As she writhed beneath him, she brushed up against his pants creating a different sensation against her rapidly fevered flesh. She rubbed her legs together to relieve the growing pressure between her legs, as she could feel herself growing moist.
    Pinning her legs down, he continued to play with her breasts as she ineffectually tried to raise her hips.
    “So much passion for one so inexperienced,” he said as he rained kisses slowly down her body. Kissing lightly along her pelvis, Sarah moaned. Climbing off her, “Look at me,” he commanded as Sarah turned to watch him. He unbuttoned his pants and slid the zipper down before dropping his pants. Stepping out of them, Sarah’s eyes widened as his erection sprang up. Grabbing his cock, he slowly stroked it up and down as Sarah watched.
    Reaching up, he released her hands. “Touch me.” Sarah rolled to her side as she tentatively reached out to touch his cock, which jumped in her hand. Pausing, she looked up at him unsure. “Go ahead. That’s not the part that bites.”
    Sarah slowly ran her fingers up his cock and marveled at how smooth the skin was. Her hand looked so small as she mimicked the same strokes he was doing. “Harder,” he commanded. “Squeeze your hand tighter, but not too hard.” As Sarah followed his commands, he closed his eyes.
    “Like this?” she asked him as her touch ignited a fire that had been simmering inside him for years. Stilling her hand, he raised it to his lips as he kissed her palm.
    “Yes,” he said simply.
    Climbing back on the bed, he pushed her over onto her back as he lifted her legs to his shoulders. Kissing the insides of her legs, he slowly worked his way up her body as Sarah moaned. When he reached her mound, he inhaled. Her arousal was intoxicating to his senses. Nipping the inside of her thigh, he licked up her slit until he reached her clit, which had grown hard and was throbbing. Pushing against it with his tongue, he suddenly sucked hard as he pulled it into his mouth. As Sarah arched, he slid a finger inside. Finding no resistance, a second finger joined as he began to finger fuck her. So, she lied, and isn’t a virgin after all , he thought to himself.
    Abruptly pulling his fingers out, he lifted her hips and slammed into her. At the sudden shift in pressure, Sarah cried out in pain as her body tried to accommodate his girth. “It hurts. Vitaly, please slow down.”
    Vitaly paused but did not pull out. “You are not a virgin,” he stated flatly.
    “I am. I am.”
    “Your hymen.”
    “Horses, you oaf. It broke years ago. Please, you’re hurting me.” Vitaly pulled out as Sarah began to cry and gathered her up in his arms. As she tried to pull away, he pulled her against him.
    “I’m sorry. I thought-”
    “I know what you thought,” Sarah replied as she sniffled.
    “Shhhh,” he soothed. “I was wrong. I’m sorry.” He rubbed Sarah’s hip and leg in slow circles as he nuzzled her neck. As Sarah calmed down, she relaxed in his arms. She could hear him whispering in Russian as he kissed her neck.
    “What are you saying?”
    “It doesn’t matter,” he replied as he continued to kiss her.
    As his hand swept up her leg and over her hip, he rubbed her stomach gently as Sarah buried her head in the pillow. How could this man go from insufferable pig to turning her back on? Sarah asked herself. Everywhere he touched her, she felt a slow heat build inside her. Sliding his hand up between her breasts, he rubbed across the top of her chest and down her sides. Sarah soon began to crave his touch in more intimate places but was unsure how to tell him.
    As her legs shifted, he slid one leg between hers as he pulled his knee up tight against her. Continuing to stroke her, Sarah began rocking back and forth, as she ground herself against his leg.
    “That’s it, little one,”