Panthera Spelaea
Room With A View

I had to flush again to get rid of the evidence. I knew Svetlana would return in half an hour, and I kissed her with this mouth? Ugh. I brushed my teeth three times and used the mouthwash.

What the hell had I done? Was I so out of it I was eating washed-up birds on a muddy pond bank?

Thank God I hadn’t gotten sick from it yet. It was too late to get my stomach pumped now.

I took a shower, then put on clean sleeping shorts and went out to the room to wait. I left the light off but left the television on, watching the evening news for anything weird that I might have done. My mind kept going through the possibilities. How did I get back to the apartment building? Why didn’t anyone call the cops on the naked guy? Hell, how did I climb up to the second floor?

I pulled out my phone and checked my messages. Aleksy, my driver and bodyguard, had texted asking where I was this morning because I didn’t answer my phone. I sent him an apology and told him I would call him when I needed him. My lawyer was right; I couldn’t trust him.

I texted my lawyer first. I was moving out of the hotel and asked to meet in person as soon as possible. I needed to update her on my living arrangements and formalize something making the girls my medical oversight.

Finally, I called home and talked to Mom. I told her I’d found a new place to stay and she could reach me by phone. She was worried about me, but I assured her I was working out and studying hard, and I’d be fine.

I heard a noise at the door and smelled Svetlana’s unique scent mixed with massage oils as she came into the room. She looked happy and relaxed, dressed in a hotel bathrobe and heels and carrying a shopping bag she left by the door. My girl walked over to me, giving me a kiss that curled my toes. “спасибо Джон (Thank you, John). That was SO relaxing.”

I turned off the television, leaving the room in darkness. I watched Svetlana as she walked around the bed to the windows, pushing the curtains aside. The moon was out on a clear night, and the lights of the marina and the city lay before us. She looked so beautiful, her hair glowing in the soft light. “What do you want, John?”

I rolled up to sit at the edge of the bed. “You.”

She moved her hands, untying the robe, then let it fall from her shoulders. She was naked underneath. “Then come and take me, love.”

You didn’t have to tell me twice. I jumped up, pushing my shorts down and freeing my rock-hard cock from its confinement. I walked up behind her statuesque body as she looked out the window, able to see me in the glass as I approached. She kept her hands on the sill, shivering slightly as my hands went to her shoulders. I lightly pressed my body against hers as I kissed her neck. “Don’t move,” I whispered in her ear.

I kissed my way around her neck and shoulders as my hands moved down her arms. Once I reached her hands, I came back up the inside of her arms and repeated. I could scent her need, but I wasn’t going to rush our first time. Kisses mixed with nibbles and caresses mixed with squeezes and pinches, but I stayed to her arms and back. Her nipples were hard, and she tried to move her body so my hands would touch them. I smacked her bare butt instead, the sound echoing through the quiet room. She didn’t turn and slap me or ask what I was thinking; instead, she pushed back into my hand as it rested on her stinging skin. We were going to enjoy this. “No, love. I told you to remain still.”

“Please.” I worked my way down her back, kissing and massaging her until I reached the red mark left by my hand. The Gods crafted her ass, I swore, for it was worthy of mortal worship. I kissed the sting away as she tried shifting again to make me touch her molten core. Instead, I worked my way down her legs.

She was begging for my touch as my hands worked their way back to her hips. I moved her legs back a little, making her bend slightly at the waist, so her butt stuck up a little. The heels left her at the perfect height, and without any warning, I licked her juices for the first time. “JOHN!” I’d gotten Svetlana so worked up that she came at the first touch to her swollen clit. I held her hips as the spasms worked through her, keeping my tongue on her sex but not moving it. When she caught her breath, I started moving my lips and tongue around. Soon, I added a finger, then two. As she worked up to another orgasm, she forgot her instructions again, her hands moving to pull me closer.

I stopped and stood up, smacking her other cheek this time. “непослушная девочка (naughty girl),” I told her. Reaching down to the robe by her feet, I pulled the terrycloth tie loose. “Lean forward and put your forehead on the window,” I told her. “Look down at the people on the street, going about their business while you are up here, naked in the window, with a man ravishing you from behind. See the rich people on the boats with their mistresses. All of the men wishing you were with them, and all the women green with jealousy.” She shivered as she leaned into the window. I tied her hands together behind her back, then reached forward to pinch her nipples until she squeaked in pain and pleasure. “I’m going to make love to you, Svetlana. Then I’m going to fuck every other memory of men in your life right out of you. I’m going to make you cum so hard and often that YOU will blackout on ME.”

She pretended she was struggling against the bonds, but her breathing and excitement betrayed her. “Are you enough of a man to take me the way I need to be taken?”

“You’ll replace out soon, my love. Are you on birth control? Tested?” She was a yes on both. “Good.”

That’s when I lined up on her and pushed forward. She screamed in pleasure as another orgasm washed through her with the sudden penetration. I filled her to the brim in one pussy-stuffing thrust. “о бля, так хорошо (oh fuck, so good),” she said as I held myself there and let her body adapt to me. I wasn’t that long, maybe seven inches, but I was as wide around as a Coke can. When she started moving her hips, I slowly withdrew, then pushed forward until I was balls-deep again. She felt amazing, and it was going to be difficult for me to hold back my orgasm while surrounded by her velvety depths.

I kept up the slow torture until I felt myself getting close, then pulled out. “Please,” Svetlana begged as she pushed her hips back towards me. Instead, I attacked her dripping pussy with my tongue and lips while reaching my hands around and up to reach her swinging breasts. I quickly figured out she loved nipple play and manipulation of her g-spot. I put both of those pieces of information to use, driving her to a leg-shaking orgasm.

I had to stand up and hold her in place as she worked through it. I pulled at the knot, freeing her arms. “Put your hands on the window and hold on,” I whispered in her ear. Taking hold of her hips, I drove back inside her. I pulled back out and slammed forward, again and again, making her squeal in pleasure with each thrust. As I speeded up, the noises blended into a loud moan that sounded like a jet winding up for takeoff. I took her hard as her head moved from side to side, and words became impossible. Finally, she came hard, squeezing my shaft and setting off a powerful orgasm of my own.

“LANA,” I yelled as I held on to her body. Jet after jet shot into her; her legs got weak, and I pulled her to my chest and sat on the nearby chair without pulling out. I kept my promise to her; she was out like a light.

When I’d caught my breath, I picked her up and laid her on the bed. I cleaned myself up in the bathroom, then went out with a towel and wet washcloth to do the same to her. She opened her eyes when the warm cloth started cleaning her up. “You weren’t kidding,” she told me.

“You are amazing, Svetlana.” I helped her under the covers, then went in from the other side. She rolled over until her head was on my shoulder and her leg draped over my thigh. I kissed her goodnight, and she quickly fell asleep.

“I think I love you,” I said as I looked at her in the dim light. Sleep was slow to come for me; my life may be a mess, but this part felt perfect.