I wake the next morning to a hand caressing up my stomach towards my breasts, leaving a delicious trail in their wake. I breathe in deeply as my body awakens, breathing in Damien's scent.
"I'm sorry I had to leave last night baby, let me make it up to you." He lifts my shirt up over my head, throwing it on the floor. He grips both of my breasts in each hand, sucking on each nipple. My arousal grows at his touch, dampening my shorts. His tongue leaves a trail as he travels down, taking off my shorts. His tongue delves to where my body is craving him, my back arching off the bed in pleasure. His fingers enter me, thrusting into me as he sucks on my clit, causing my orgasm to crash through me. I'm still coming down from my orgasm when I feel him on top of me, entering me.
He glides into me effortlessly, the wetness from my orgasm allowing him to enter me swiftly. Once he is fully inside of me he pauses, looking into my eyes before stealing my mouth in a passionate kiss. His movements pick up as he devours my mouth, but they remain slow and steady. Time passes as he continues to fuck me, worshipping my body in an unhurried manner. His body thrusting into mine slowly, lazily. I can feel another orgasm surface within me, threatening to explode. His one hand goes under my back to lift my hips while the other holds my face, causing me to maintain eye contact with him. His eyes pour into mine and I am unable to look away. I can feel something pass between us, and I can tell he feels it too by the look on his face. Emotion bubbles up inside of me as I realize how much I enjoy him in my life, how much he means to me. I lift my hand up and caress the stubble I'm his cheek as I appreciate his handsomeness.
He continues to hold up my hips and is now able to hit me at a deeper angle, and I cannot hold back anymore. He comes with me, tremors leaving his body as I feel his release inside of me. He collapses on top of me quickly maneuvers himself so I am lying beside him as he lies on his back, my face on his chest.
We are laying together peacefully when his phone rings, again.
"Petrov." I watch him answer his phone, watching him get out of bed and pull on his pants as he speaks sternly into the phone in Russian.
"I'm sorry, kasotka. I have to step away again. There's a situation at work I have to deal with,
my men need me. I swear we will do something tomorrow." He pulls on a shirt and walks over to me, kissing my forehead. "I'll be back, baby."
I watch him walk out of the room. I understand he is a powerful business man who owns his own investment firm, but I still find myself disappointed he keeps getting pulled away. He pursued me when I ran, he asked me to come to Russia with him, and now he keeps leaving me by myself. I have spent more time alone here in Russia than I have spent with him.
I debate about going back to bed but decide instead to venture around the grounds. I throw on some shorts and a T shirt and follow the sounds of the puppies causing chaos. I find Damien's chef Ivana in the kitchen feeding the puppies table scraps. I briefly met Ivana yesterday but did not spend much time getting to know her. "Breakfast?" She asks me in English. I am grateful she can speak English.
I nod, prompting her to make some scrambled eggs.
"Ivana, I can make my own breakfast. I appreciate the thought but I am capable of cooking for myself." I suddenly feel out of place as I wait for Ivana to finish cooking. I am not used to people waiting on me. I don't want her to feel like I am using her.
Ivana turns back towards me and smiles. "I promise I don't mind. I love cooking. All my kids are grown so this helps keep me occupied. I enjoy cooking for Mr. Petrov."
I spend the next two hours socializing with Ivana as I eat my breakfast. I find myself genuinely enjoying her company. I come to find she is 56 years old, she has three grown children, and she has been working for Damien for 8 years. I also find out she loves the puppies and has been sneaking them food all morning. My previous disappointment starts to dissipate as I now don't find myself feeling as alone as I did before, finding myself a new friend.
