The Russian Billionaire’s Secret(79)

The Dinner

Initially, Cynthia decided not to go, but as the time passed and she realized she did not have anything better to do, she decided to go. Since she was still at work, there was no need for her to change. Before the dinner was delivered, she went to Matt’s room and knocked. Matt was dressed.

“I didn’t know this was a…I should’ve dressed. Technically I am still at work, so…” she started.

“Well, hello to you too,” interrupted Matt. “And relax, I like to dress up. It’s more of a habit.”

“All right,” said Cynthia, letting out a sigh of relief.

“So, how are you?” he asked.

“I’m all right, yourself?”

“Ah, you’ll find out. But I am not really hungry,” he said.

“Yeah, me neither,” replied Cynthia.

“Shall we delay the dinner then?”

“I suppose,” she said, although she was hungry and wanted the whole thing to be over, but she could not control her words. They seemed to have different plans for her.

“Tell me, what’s the most beautiful thing here?”

Cynthia opened the door and took him to the corridor. “This,” she said, spreading her arms, encompassing the gardens and all that lay beyond.

“What’s this?” said Matt blandly.

“You need to look. Look closely.”

“I don’t see anything special, show me.”

“See through my eyes then,” said Cynthia.

She pointed to a small light on the mountain, somewhere in the woods. “Look at that light, that’s a fire in a small cabin in the woods. There’s a family in there, a farmer and his wife, and their children. That’s a whole life right there in that tiny light. People never stop to pay attention. Life would be so amazing if only everyone stopped to see. Only today, I stopped to see how beautiful this town is.”

Cynthia didn’t know what had come over her, she was suddenly excited. Someone was listening to her, not ordering her and not asking for anything, just listening to her. She put her hand under his chin and lifted it up, pointing towards the stars with the other hand. “Look at them, so beautiful. If only one could grab them and put them in a bottle.”

Matt could see. He finally had words. The reason he came here was to find something to inspire him. He had been to places but his pen always stopped the moment it came in contact with the paper, but now he could see. He realized what prevented him from writing. It was him, it was his failure to stop and see the small things, the life all around him.

“I have just the thing,” he said. “Come on in,” he said excitedly. “This was presented to me during my travels. I never felt like drinking it until now,” said Matt as he pulled a bottle of wine out of his bag. “Guess what it’s called.”

“I don’t know,” said Cynthia.

“Bottled Stars. Stars in a bottle!” he said, delighted.

He poured it in two glasses. Both of them stopped to look at the glasses, the bubbles, the stars and their frenzy in the glass.

“Show me more,” said Matt.

Cynthia opened the door to the balcony in his room, letting the cold air drift in. She brought a blanket from the cupboard and spread it on the floor and put two pillows side by side on it.

“Come, sit.”

As she prepared for a bit of stargazing, he pulled a joint out of his pocket.

“Have you ever smoked?” he asked her.

“I’ve… never thought to. I never wanted to.” Still giddy with excitement, she continued, “I think I do today.”

Matt lit the joint and they shared it. They sipped on their wine as they passed it back and forth.

“Want to shotgun?” asked Matt.

“What’s that?” asked Cynthia.

“This,” he said. He put his mouth to hers, his thin pink lips against her dark, plump ones, and he blew smoke in her mouth. He’d taken her breath away already, and was breathing new life into her. She inhaled slowly, enjoying the life flowing from inside him to her.

Matthew wrapped his arm around her and locked her in an embrace. She enjoyed his taste, the way his tongue worked inside her mouth, the way he enjoyed her. She had never been touched by a man before, and she loved the feeling of being wanted, of being held sacred, of being explored. Without breaking the kiss, Matthew took off her coat and unbuttoned her blouse.

Cynthia might have had second thoughts but she was stoned. And she was enjoying herself, more than she ever expected. He buried his face in her breasts. The moment his lips touched her breasts, he felt the sensations of pleasure run through her, and as his hand went down her skirt, he knew she really was a virgin. And he knew he was going to take her virginity tonight.

He undid her skirt, pulled off her stockings, and admired the dark, naked, beauty that lay in front of him. He kissed her on the lips, on the chin, on the neck, on each of her breasts, on her stomach, on her navel, and on her *.

“I think I will have a look at your balls now,” said Cynthia lazily.

Matt helped himself out of his clothes. He stood in front of her, as Cynthia sat leaning on the wall behind her. His 10 inch cock, erect, level with her mouth.

Cynthia placed a hand under his balls, cupping them. Although she had never done it before, she knew what she had to do. She wanted to do it. Her lips parted and she allowed his cock inside her mouth. Her body was naked and cold, it was still windy and starting to snow again, so she allowed him to slide in and out of her mouth, the only warm thing around her. She ran her hands up and down his legs as he placed his hand behind her head, his own head hanging loosely, relaxed, and she began sucking his cock. She wrapped a hand around his shaft and started moving it. She knew he was too big for her, his cock too big for any hole in her body, so she wrapped both her hands around his shaft and continued sucking his cock.