Sam's head was reeling from the experience of pleasuring Sergei.
She had closed the door on his side of their connected rooms behind her as she left, making sure to leave her side open for him to join her. She desperately hoped he would join her - that he wasn't put off by her being so aggressive. She'd seen an opportunity to get something she'd badly wanted since not long after she'd met Sergei.
For almost 2 years, she'd fantasized repeatedly about sucking his cock.
She had watched him in class, expertly demonstrating techniques that could harm others or defend oneself, and she had watched him warmly engage with everyone who came to the dojo. Over all that time, she couldn't shake the desire not only to get very naked and sweaty with him, but to taste him on her tongue and feel him lose his sanity in her mouth.
Her mouth had literally watered at the opportunity he had presented to her. She had to take it.
Thinking about the feel of him in her mouth, the taste of his skin, the way his cock twitched under her tongue's ministrations, and the salty tang of his complete undoing had Sam feeling her need even more keenly. She turned towards the door he would come through, hopefully soon, and tried to wait patiently. Not her strong suit, she admitted to herself.
Sam lifted her hand and lightly brushed her nipple, giving it a little tug and groaning quietly as it was already hard and sensitive.
What was he doing to her?
She was always a highly responsive lover and bold with a partner, but this was different. Here she was, standing stark naked in the middle of the room, and she was ready to start on herself if he didn't get here soon.
She didn't know she could ever want this much.
Continuing to roll her nipple between the fingers of one hand, she couldn't help sliding the other down her stomach to press the heel of her hand just over her pubis. The pressure on her clit was slight, but enough to make her breath catch.
Slowly, she started to rock her hand against that sweet spot, just enough to take some of the edge off her need. Damn, she wanted Sergei's hands on her, his touch on her skin, his cock deep in her heat. She'd been so wet and needy from the moment she stepped into his room.
At just that moment, Sergei stepped through the door.
He was stopped short at the sight that greeted him. His breath stuttered out of his chest and his mouth grew dry instantly at the picture she presented. Naked, strong, unashamed and willing to find her own pleasure. Could there be anything more erotic, more arousing?
As he watched, her face took on a feral look and she drew her hand down, sliding a finger into her folds. She made eye contact with him as she rolled her nipple in one hand and started lightly stroking her clit with the other.
He watched her bold, wanton display for a heartbeat and was just restarting his heart when she threw fuel on his fire. Slipping her glistening fingertip from her folds, she lifted it to her mouth and slid it between her lips, sucking her own taste from her skin. Sergei broke then, moving towards her like a predator.
Closing the short distance between them, he lifted Sam with his hands on her ass and slammed her against the wall behind her. Her legs came around his waist and he ground his rock hard cock into the juncture of her thighs.
Grabbing her wrists, he planted her hands on the wall on either side of her head and leaned in to her face. Stopping so close she could feel his breath on her, he ran his nose up the skin of her neck, inhaling her scent.
He paused when he was eye to eye with her and his arousal made his accent even stronger than usual when he growled at her.
"After all that's happened today, I haven't even kissed you yet. And when I do, I'm going to taste you on your own lips? Jesus, Sam. Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?"
He flexed his hips and ground his erection hard into her, the towel he wore the only thing preventing him from sliding deep and hard into her heat.
With that, Sergei dipped his head and claimed her mouth.
The shock of the first kiss ran down his spine and raised goosebumps on him. He didn't think he could possibly get harder, but his barely-restrained cock leapt and surged against her, becoming almost painful.
He pressed her hands against the wall and plundered her mouth, over and over, needing for just this moment to take from her lips. He could taste the sweet nectar of her arousal on her lips and tongue, and more; he could taste himself as well. The combination made his head spin and his heart race.
Sam's heels dug into his lower back, urging him deeper into her.
Pressing against her softest flesh, he knew his body was going to take what it needed and soon. Sam was clearly of the same mind, because she rolled her hips against his and dragged at his towel with her heels, forcing it from his body.
In seconds, he was free from the barrier and his hot, hard cock pressed up against her slit. This is what he had craved for two long years. The anticipation was blissful and torture at the same time. Here he was, eye to eye with Sam and flesh to flesh.
He wanted to slow down and appreciate what he was being offered, but he was simply too far gone. He needed her, now.
Drawing back slightly, he looked Sam dead in the eyes as he slowly slid into her depths. She gasped and her eyes widened with the feeling of him filling her, but he was almost beyond noticing anything but the feel of her around his cock. His entire awareness narrowed to the feel of his hard, throbbing shaft sinking deep into her tight, wet pussy.
He couldn't get enough, couldn't stop driving his head to the limits of her heavenly depth.
"Oh, Sam," he groaned. "What you do to me. So fucking sweet..."
He leaned in to kiss her then, wanting to connect and bring her with him, because he was rocketing far out of control. She seemed to know that, though, and spurred him on by sinking her teeth into his lower lip at the same time she intentionally clenched hard on his cock.
