The Billionaire's Secret Love Child(162)

''Thank you, and you look as handsome as ever,'' Ella replied.

''I hope you don't mind, but I would like to spend the evening with you at home. I get a bit fed up of expensive restaurants, most of the are pretentious rip-off establishments. I thought we could have a bottle of wine and talk. It's a lovely evening; we can sit on the terrace.''

''That will be lovely. You know, that's exactly what I would like to do. Although perhaps I'm a little overdressed for hanging around in your garden.''

''Don't worry. I'm sure we can find a shirt and a pair of jeans for you.''

The drive to Pavel's house took an hour, and as they went along the highway, Ella noticed how many people gaped at the car. When they pulled into the driveway at Windward Hall, Ella looked at the mansion and had to pinch herself. Was she really dating this man, she asked herself?

They went in through the front door. It was the first time Ella had been into the house. At the party, she'd stayed outside all the time, and on their previous dates, Pavel had taken her to restaurants. The entrance hall was large and had a black and white tiled floor. She liked the large gilded mirror and matching candle sticks which adorned the fire place. When they walked through to the sitting room, Ella gasped. Never had she seen such luxury. The room reached the whole height of the building, and she could see the sky through a dome in the roof. The staircase seemed to be made of glass and ran up to an open landing that circled the room. On the floor, Ella noticed an oriental rug in front of two huge white sofas.

''Take a seat, I'll get us a drink,'' he said as he pointed to a sofa. Ella sat down and nearly disappeared into the softness of the cushions. After just a couple of minutes, he returned with a bottle of red wine and two glasses.

''Oh, that tastes nice. I don't think I've ever tasted wine that good,'' Ella said.

''It's from Russia. It's a surprising country sometimes. Who would think we can produce wine of this quality. Most people think it's a frozen wasteland. Come with me,'' he said getting up. Ella followed him, as he walked down a corridor. At the end there was a double door, Pavel held it open for her, and she walked inside. It was a magnificent swimming pool. The whole room was tiled, and the pool was full size, twenty-five meters long. To the side were loungers between palm trees in huge pots that gave the place a Mediterranean feel.

''There's a changing room over there,'' Pavel pointed. ''Inside you'll find some new swimwear, it should fit you.''

''I hadn't thought about swimming,'' Ella said. ''How do you know the swimwear will fit me?''

''A nice lady in a very luxurious shop told me that if I gave her a photo of you, she would be able to fit you a swim suit. Apparently, she's got so much experience she can do it by eye. So I took a chance. I hope I was correct to place so much faith in her.''

''But where did you get a photo?'' Ella asked, a puzzled look on her face. Pavel didn't answer; he just pointed to the door in the corner. Ella smiled and walked towards the door.

The small room was tiled in Victorian dark green, the same as the swimming pool. There was a wooden seat and a table in the corner and a shower area to the right. Pavel had placed the swimwear on the table. Ella looked at it. One bikini and one swimsuit. She didn't know which to choose. In the end, she slipped out of her dress and put on the bikini. When she looked in the mirror, she saw it was a perfect fit. The light blue material looked great against her black skin and the top hugged her breasts. The bottoms showed off her rear to perfection. When she was ready, her heart began to beat faster as she opened the door and stepped back into the pool area.

At first, she didn't see Pavel. But on closer inspection, he was already in the pool. He was swimming under water. Ella was a little uneasy at him seeing her in a state of semi-nakedness so she dived in. When she surfaced, he was treading water next to her.

''It fits then,'' he noted.

''Perfectly,'' she said.

He looked at her. Her wet hair made her look more attractive than he could stand, and the sight of the water lapping at her breasts forced him into action. He pulled her to him and kissed her. It was a long passionate kiss that left her gulping for air. He held her hand and swam to a place where they could stand up. He took her in his arms and kissed her again. Ella instantly felt aroused. He was more muscular than any man she had seen, and she had certainly never seen a man with such a beautiful stomach. Hard and ribbed. His upper arms bulged, and his chest was rock hard. His kiss was never ending, and she loved the taste of him as his tongue probed her mouth. When his hands reached down into the water and grasped her buttocks, she pushed herself against him and felt his rock hard penis push against her.

In an instant, she felt his hand on her back as he unfastened the bikini top. When he'd freed her breasts, he bent down and took a nipple into his mouth. Ella gasped and felt for his shaft. She ran her hand up and down the length of him, finally reaching to cup his balls. When she reached inside his trunks, he groaned and sucked her nipple harder. He made her hornier than she had ever been and all she wanted was to take out his cock and put it inside her. She lowered his trunks and watched as he bent down and took them off. She was in a hurry now, and she took off her bikini bottom and pulled him to her. She reached for his shaft and tried to put it between her legs, but he didn't let her. He wanted to taste her. They were standing in about three feet of water. Pavel took a deep breath and went down under the surface. Ella screamed when she felt his mouth on her womanhood. Her arousal had made her so sensitive; she could hardly bear it. But his mouth stayed fixed to her, and his tongue made tiny strokes over her clitoris.