Returning to her room after an explosive and hedonistic training experience with Sergei, Sam quickly showered and threw on a sleeveless dress with a collar that would hide the angry mark he had left on her neck.
The indentations from Sergei's teeth had disappeared, but the red, semicircular marks were obvious and easily identifiable. No passing that off as something else - someone had obviously bitten her. She ran her fingertips across the spot and thought again about how it had felt when Sergei had sunk his teeth into her.
She felt her heart rate increasing, just thinking about that.
Hearing Sergei returning to his room, she ventured through the connecting door just in time to see him stripping his shirt off.
"Well, I see my timing is impeccable," she sat down in a nearby chair, crossed her legs and smiled at him, suggestively.
"Please, don't let me interrupt this fine, fine show."
Sergei smiled, but flushed at the compliment. Sam noticed this and cocked her head.
"Do you not know how incredibly sexy you are? You seem surprised when I say things like that.
You must know you have the body of a god. Your female students must be throwing themselves at you, constantly. Even now, I'm fighting with every part of my body to sit here and behave.
You're mouthwatering, irresistible, panty-droppingly hot. So, it's really not fair to other men that you're also smart, nice, funny, talented and kind."
Sam recrossed her legs, pressing her thighs together slightly to relieve the tingling sensation she was feeling at the moment. Did he seriously not know how...everything he was?
Sergei looked as stunned as she felt. Then, his eyes narrowed at her and he raised an eyebrow.
"Panty-dropping? Really?"
His eyes slid down to her bare thighs, her legs pressed together firmly. He could tell she was aroused at this line of conversation and he was humbled and flattered, at the same time as he was feeling the same wanting.
"Yes, well," Sam smirked. "Not over here, though. We both know I have none to drop."
The breath left Sergei's lungs in a rush.
Fuck!
He realised she was bare under the skirt of her dress and it arrested him as completely as it had when he first learned that small fact. He groaned and had to shift himself to accommodate his sudden, demanding erection.
"You have such a talented way of working me up with almost no effort at all," he growled at her.
"What to do about that?"
Sam let an evil little smile spread slowly on her face.
"I am going to try my best to behave. I'm going to keep my hands to myself and be good."
She was amused by the surprised expression on Sergei's face before she continued. Sliding one leg slowly over the other so that she was sitting with them uncrossed, but still tightly pressed together, Sam drew her hands up her thighs, drawing her dress up until her mound was just barely covered.
"I'm going to be very, very good...to myself."
Sergei looked like he had stopped breathing. He was watching intently as Sam drew her knees apart and slid her hips forward on the chair.
Still covering her sweet centre, she stroked slowly up and down the inside of her thighs with her fingertips, running her thumbs over herself each time her hands reached her apex. Finally, she slid her dress up over her hips and spread her knees wide with her hands, baring her wet pink folds to his gaze.
Sam could practically feel the weight of Sergei's eyes on her most intimate spot, as she lightly traced her delicate contours with a gentle touch.
