The Lies That Bind

Chapter 11: Let's Do It

I lift my leg instinctively, like women do in the movies, as we seem to kiss for a blissful eternity. He pulls away and I'm left hanging; I want more of him.

"Do you... want to go back to the car?" He whispers, and I think I know what he's hinting at.

"Yes." I answer breathlessly. He kisses me once more before setting me free. As we turn to head back towards the parking garage, I can't help but look back at the café. Wolf is there standing at the entrance; I can't gauge his expression, but I no longer care if he's around or not. It's time to move forward and leave my past in the past.

We nearly run back to the parking garage which is well over a few blocks away. Speed walking in heeled shoes isn't easy, but I don't care at this point. The desire to fulfill an untapped need has reached critical and once we reach the doctor's slick, black, Volga, there's no going back. Dr. Kolomna quickly unlocks the door and reclines the bench-style front seating back to form a sort of bed with the back seats. I must admit, it does look like it's designed for sex in a car. The Russians seem to think of everything.

Once I'm within the somewhat cramped confines of the Volga, he pounces on me like a tiger. I don't even know if he's closed the door, but as our lips meet so passionately, the thought vanishes from my mind. Our kisses are hot and fierce, desperate even, as the weeks of pent up frustration is unleashed. His hand slides behind me to find the zipper to my dress and I willingly sit up a little to aid him. The sudden realization as to what is about to take place breaks me from our passion and I pull away. I have a confession to make.

"W-wait!" I pant as I grip his shoulders. His breathing is heavy as he looks down at me in a way I had not seen before. The usual professional, calm, sometimes goofy man I knew was replaced with something far more primal, completely enveloped by pent up lust. I stare up at him quietly before finally finding my voice. "I'm a virgin." I say it quickly with only a minute amount of shame.

"You say that like it's a bad thing," he points out.

I look away shamefully, "Well... you know, it is socially looked down upon at my age..."

Dr. Kolomna chuckles lightly and my gaze shifts back to him. "It just means I will have to pay extra attention to your needs." He kisses me softy as reassurance and my nerves begin to settle. His hands make their way up my thighs, pushing my dress up until it bunches around my waist. With gentle precision, his hand slip pass my lacy panties to tease my entrance. A gasp escapes me and I immediately press myself against his hand.

As he slips pass my folds to gauge my wetness, he emits a low purr of satisfaction. "Maybe I don't have to do extra work after all," he murmurs against my lips.

Which brings me to confession number two.

"I'm a squirter." I say quickly.

"Your attempts at turning me off aren't working, Miss Lima." He pauses, looking at me sternly, "If you want to stop--"

"No, no! I just want to warn you so there are no surprises! I could ruin the upholstery, you know?"

Dr. Kolomna mulls that one over for a moment. "Point taken, but I don't care." He goes back in to silence me once more. Once I'm back in the mood, his lips travel from my own to my neck as he makes the journey towards my chest. His wet fingers work my sex while his thumb massages my clit and I cannot focus on just one thing; it all feels amazing! I cannot help but roll my hips to match the pace he's set. His free hand tugs the front of my dress down and unhooks the front of my black bra. I groan in relief as the girls are freed, nipples at attention. Without hesitation, he dives in and wraps his lips around the left nipple.