The Russian Billionaire’s Secret(168)

“I’m sorry that you had to see me like that…sometimes it gets really hard for me to cope with the past, and the things I’ve seen, and I turn to a bottle. I just…really like you, and I don’t want you to think that I am some kind of drunk, who cries about his problems all the time.”

“I don’t think that at all…look, I’m hungry, and you look like you haven’t eaten in days, so why don’t we go get a bite?”

A half hour later, they are sitting across from each other in a booth at the Waffle House, each with large plates piled high with sausage, eggs, bacon, toast, hash browns, and waffles. “I haven’t been to a Waffle House in years,” Robert says after swallowing a bite of waffle.

“Me either. My dad and I used to go to the one just off of route 42 in Ruskerville. It was something that he and I did together, just the two of us.”

“Where is he?” Robert asks.

“Died,” she answers, quietly. “Colon cancer…last spring.”

“I’m sorry,” Robert says, “I’m guessing that you were close?”

“Yes…very.” The silence grows between them, thick and palpable. “Look, Robert,” she begins.

“Yes?”

“I just want to tell you, I feel like I am…” she trails off into silence.

“What?” he asks after another sixty seconds of waiting for her to continue.

“I feel like…like I may be…falling. Falling for you…”

“Really?” he asks, bewildered by her sudden declaration.

“Yeah. If I seem like I’m coming on strong, I’m sorry, it’s just that I’ve never felt like this about anyone before, and I think I may be falling in love with you…”

Robert carefully weighs his next words before he answers. “Kimberly, you are absolutely beautiful. I don’t know if I am the best guy for a gorgeous woman like you, but ever since you first emailed me, I’ve been wanting to hear you say those words.”

“What do you mean?”

“I feel that yesterday, from the first moment I saw you, I was falling in love with you.”

“Really?” Kim asks, completely taken aback…she had hoped he felt the same way, but was unsure.

“Really,” Rob answers, reaching across the table to take her hand. “I mean that…”

Chapter 8

The Happy Ending

Rob pays off their check, and they get back in his borrowed truck, and head back to his place. They both feel awkward following their respective declarations of love. But, when they enter into the front door of Robert’s modest house, Kimberly takes him by the hand, making him look deeply into her bright, green eyes. “Did you mean it?” she asks, without clarifying what she was talking about…it was obvious.

“Yes,” he answers, his heart feeling as if it was going to pound through his chest at any moment.

“Prove it,” she says, taking a step towards him. Robert takes her face in his two, combat scarred, rugged hands, and kisses her deeply, his tongue flitting in and out of her mouth in rapid moments, his spear quickly growing to its full size. He removes his hands from her face, and places them instead on her waist, pulling her in tight to his stomach, so that his erection pressed against her, strong and firm. Her breasts begin to pulsate with her intense longing, and all she wants to do is ravish him…to love his body in ways that he has never experienced before.

She softly pushes him off of her, and takes a step away from him, removing her shirt as she does so, revealing her large, round globes, which her bra can barely contain. Next, she softly slips her skirt down her legs, leaving her standing barely covered in front of the ultra-masculine man who has become the object of her ardor. Robert sharply takes in a quick breath, shocked, and yet completely loving her brash sexuality.

“Do you like what you see?” Kim asks him in a seductive purr.

“Yesh…I mean, yeah, I do…” he says, his eyes raking up and down her firm, taut body. She lifts her hands to the clasp between her engorged breasts, and undoes the fastener that is straining with the effort of containing her massive peaks, and lets the lacy undergarment fall to the floor.

The large mound in the front of Robert’s pants becomes even more evident, and Kimberly quickly notices. “Soldier, is that a pistol in your pocket, or are you glad to see me,” she purrs, seductively.

“I’m happy to see you!” he says, his candor completely disarming Kimberly. She quickly regains her composure, however, and walks over to him, sticking the fingers of both of her hands down the front of his jeans, pulling him toward her for another kiss.

Robert reaches up, and softly caresses her globes. He eases down to his knees, and pulls her to him, kissing her stomach. A soft exhale of breath escapes her lips, and she grabs the back of his head, pushing him down to her soaking wet slit. She sits down on his couch, and he pulls her lacy panties to the side, quickly sliding his tongue into her dripping cavern.

In a matter of seconds, her hips are rolling and her legs are shaking. Her back arches, and with a loud exclamation, she soaks the lower half of Robert’s face with the juices of her orgasm. Rob leans back, and Kimberly lifts her rear off the couch, slipping her panties off, and saying, “Fuck me, baby…please.”

“Not yet,” he answers her. “This is going to last for a while.” He takes her hand, and pulls her into an upright position, positioning her directly in front of his crotch. He removes his shirt, exposing his god-like physique, and she unclasps his belt and unzips his jeans, the massive mountain of his sex forcing its way through the opening in the front of his boxer short underwear.