The Billionaire's Secret Love Child(195)

''Why have we stopped?'' she asked.

Slava didn't speak. He leaned to her and kissed her. When Octavia stood up, he pulled her to him and kissed her passionately. She put her hands around his neck and held onto him. ''Oh, I've wanted you to do that since the moment I saw you,'' she said, when their kiss finished.

''Me too. I have just kissed the daughter of the President of the United States, and she tastes wonderful,'' he said as he threw his arms up in the air like a soccer player who had just shot the winning goal in the World Cup. ''Come with me,'' he added. He took her hand and led her down some steps to the lounge. It had a gold ceiling and a floor made of beautifully polished wood. There were gold colored sofas down both sides, and high windows, through which it's occupants had a superb view of the ocean. He went down another flight of stairs and through a narrow door. It was the master bedroom, and even Octavia, a woman accustomed to luxurious surroundings, gasped.

The bed stood in the middle of the room, and it was round. Above the bed, there was a glass roof that looked up to the sky. The room was mostly blue. It had a blue carpet, blue pillows and a blue counterpane. On the walls, there were murals of dolphins and whales that were punctuated by small portholes.

Slava pushed Octavia onto the bed, and as she lay down, he straddled her midriff. When she looked up at him, she saw a look of extreme concentration as he put his hands to the buttons on her blouse. When he'd opened two buttons, he leaned down to her and whispered. ''I've been watching you. No, in fact, I'd call it stalking you.''

''What do you mean?''

''I have countless magazines at home. Not because I like the magazines, but because they contain pictures of you.''

''Why on earth would you do that?''

''Two reasons. First, I think you are the most gorgeous woman alive, and I can't get enough of looking at you,'' he said. He returned to unbuttoning her blouse.

''You forgot the second point,'' she reminded him.

''Despite all the material on the internet that a man could use to satisfy his urges, I am proud to say that I had no use for the internet whatsoever.''

''Do you mean you used my photo's to masturbate?'' Octavia said, not knowing quite what to think.

''Plainly put, but correct,'' he said.

''I'm not sure if I should be flattered or shocked.''

''Dear Octavia, I am certain it is only modesty that prevents you from thinking about images of yourself, but I can tell you that in the world, there will be thousands of men who look at your picture everyday while pleasuring themselves.''

A strange image flashed across her mind. ''But you are the only one who will ever have me in real life.'' She reached up and pulled him down to kiss her. Her tongue tasted sweet as it found his. Her lips were soft. As they kissed, Octavia ran her hands up and down his back, feeling how strong his muscles were. He pulled away and put his hands on her blouse again. He popped the remaining buttons open and watched as her blouse fell open. He'd been right in his appraisal of her photos; she did have a large bust. He put his hands on her bra and felt how full her breasts were, and how her erect nipples stuck into the material. He sat on her and looked down as he undid his shirt. When it landed on the floor, Octavia sat up and was on him with her mouth. She kissed each nipple gently as she smelled his intoicating scent. Her hands rubbed over his solid chest and down over his six pack. When she reached the bottom of his stomach, she pushed her hand inside his pants and felt for him. She found his warm shaft and felt how hard it was.'' That must be painful all squashed up like that,'' she said as her hands reached for his belt. She undid it so expertly that Slava wondered how many times she had done it before. In no time, his zipper was open, and her hand was on him again. She pushed his shorts down a little and pulled his penis out. As she looked down, she could see a tiny drop of pre-come glistening back at her. She caught it on her index finger, looked him in the eyes as she opened her mouth and tasted it.

It was a gesture that drove him wild. Before he pushed her back down, onto her back, he unfastened her bra and took if off. When she lay back, his tongue found a nipple and licked over it. Her nipples were hard and sticking out in a most seductive way. Slava liked women with big nipples and big breasts and he had been rewarded. He rocked back and looked down at the two mounds that seemed to be inviting him to play with them. He put a hand on each and rubbed his thumbs over the hard buds at their center. Octavia groaned as his caresses shot wave after wave down to her damp center.

He stayed where he was and began to unfasten her shorts. When he was ready to open the zipper, he lay to one side of her, and slowly pulled it open. He put his hand inside and discovered she wasn't wearing panties. His hand went straight onto her pubic hair. He pushed a little further letting his hand slide over her moist lips. His fingers played in the folds of her vulva, and he leaned over and kissed her again. She kissed him like he'd never been kissed before. Her tongue darted in and out of his mouth and found every crevice of his mouth. As he fingered her, he heard her breathing change up a gear. She was finding it increasingly difficult to bear his insistent fingers without crying out. He stopped and pulled his hand from her. She almost came when he licked her juices from his hand and smiled at her.

Now he wanted to taste her for real. He got up, and tugged her shorts down over her ankles, and let them drop onto the floor. Still standing, he put his hands on her knees and pushed her legs open. When he saw her womanhood, his cock jerked in anticipation. When he lowered himself between her legs, the fist thing he noticed was the beautiful aroma of her excitement. The second thing he noticed was how excited she was. Her lips were wet and open for him. When his tongue landed on her most sensitive spot, Octavia screamed out and pulled his hair. He planted his mouth on her and let his tongue go to work as he reached up and squeezed a breast. She took hold of his hand and pushed it into her soft flesh.