Chapter Nine - Sylvia
They walked along the beach in silence but Fedor kept pace with her. It was a beautiful sunny day and Sylvia walked barefoot so that her feet slightly sunk into the sand with every step. She had changed into an electric blue bikini top and bottom and tied a pale blue chiffon sarong at her waist. She had caught him looking at her legs, but every time he did, he forced himself to look away.
“This is beautiful. I can see why you run away here,” she said, after several minutes of silence. He towered over her as they walked beside each other. He walked with his hands behind his back.
“It’s peaceful,” he said quietly and Sylvia smiled.
“I can’t imagine any of my father’s associates to be peaceful men,” she said before she could stop herself, but thankfully, Fedor didn’t look offended. Instead, he smiled and shook his head.
“You don’t know me at all, Sylvia,” he said and she stopped walking.
They stood facing the clear blue waters of the ocean. The color matched Fedor’s eyes. He looked grim, like he was fighting his own demons. She wanted to touch his face, feel the coarseness of his beard against her skin.
“I apologize for the things I said last night. You’re right, I don’t know you at all,” she said, but he wasn’t looking at her, he was looking at the waves, studying them with the same intensity with which he had studied her body last night.
“I know why you have that opinion of me, of all your father’s associates,” he said just when she had given up on making amends with him. She moved closer to him, and he didn’t move away.
“But you’re not like them?” she asked, unable to keep the hopefulness out of her voice. She didn’t want to know the dirty secrets, she wanted to be proven wrong about this man she was so irresistibly attracted to. The previous night had been painful. She had planned on teaching her father a lesson, but she hadn’t planned on enjoying their kiss that much.
Fedor turned to her and smiled at her hopeful face.
“I am not a good man, Sylvia. I haven’t been a good man and for that I am repentant,” he said after she had been holding her breath for several moments.
The sound of a soft wave crashing gave her a sudden push of confidence and Sylvia did what she had been intending on doing from the first moment that she laid eyes on Fedor Volkov. She reached out her hand and touched the side of his face.
He didn’t make a move, neither did he flinch. She grazed the side of his beard and parted her lips.
“I want to kiss you again, is that so bad?” she asked, and he didn’t reply. He looked calm, unafraid, even though her heart was beating out of her chest.
Sylvia lifted herself on her toes and when her face was barely at level with his, she tilted her face and he reached for her lips. Their lips touched and an electric wave surged through her spine. He parted her lips with his tongue and slowly explored her mouth.
Then his hands grabbed her waist again and he pulled her closer to his body. This time there was no alcohol to cloud her brain, they were both thinking straight, and this time Sylvia could enjoy every sensation. Her breasts were pressed against his chest, a throbbing dick against her thigh.
This kiss was less hungry, it was gentle and soft and it lasted longer. But they were both out of breath when she pulled away.
“I’m not drunk Fedor, I want this,” she said, holding his arms as he looked back at her, directly into her eyes. He didn’t say anything.
So she unclipped her bikini top and it fell away, revealing her breasts. His gaze dropped to her swinging breasts, and he couldn’t control himself any longer.
He pulled her to him by the waist and bent his head so he could take one of her nipples into his mouth. He sucked hard on it, and she felt the sensation of his beard on her skin. It grazed against her breast as she held on to his arm, bending her body backward. She moaned.
His hand found its way to the wetness between her legs and he parted her thighs.
He kept sucking.
She reached for his dick and felt it through the fabric of his pants. She could feel it in her hands as it grew. She unzipped his fly and he helped her by unbuckling his belt. His pants fell to the ground.
Sylvia was out of breath. She was moaning loudly, while he switched to her other breast. He licked and sucked and then sucked again. He made a lapping sound with his mouth as he did it, turning her on beyond her control.
She could feel a stinging, yearning sensation between her legs. A sensation she had never actually felt for a man before. She reached for his dick again, and now it was in her hands.
She was surprised by its size, by how big it was, and she shuddered with excitement at the thought of it being inside her. The first one. She couldn’t tell him. She couldn’t tell him now that he’d be taking her virginity any moment.
She heard him grunt when he let go of her breasts.
“Sylvia, what are you doing to me?” he said, whispered rather, as he looked at her face again. She bit down on her lip in response. She felt like clay being molded in his hands, and then he whipped her around.
“On your knees,” he said and she did what she was told. She got down on her knees, in front of him as he stood over her, and she could feel her hands sinking into the sand.