A moment later, it was too much for her, and she cried his name as her back lifted from the bed, and her groin thrust into his mouth. Slava licked hungrily at her fountain as she trembled, helpless and wanton.
Come up here, she said when her orgasm had subsided. She pulled him to her and urged him to lie on top of her and kiss her. His penis was sticking out of this pants and pushing into her belly. It was uncomfortable, and Slav quickly stood up and rid himself of his pants and shorts. Octavia let out a playful whistle when she saw him exposed for the first time. His thighs were strong and hairy, and she marveled at the size of what stood between them. Not just his penis, which was long and thick, but his balls that looked swollen and tight up against his body.
Again he lay between her legs, and again he put his mouth on her. She tried to pull him up because she wanted him to fill her, but he wanted one more taste of her. When he felt her second orgasm coming, he slid up her and entered her. Her scream hurt his ears. She flung her legs around him and clasped her hands onto his hard buttocks. He rode her hard with long powerful strokes as her second orgasm flowed seamlessly into her third. He grunted as he devoured her, splitting her open and making her come time and again. Her dark hair fanned out on the pillow beneath her, framing her face, which was glowing. He kept up his rhythm, leaned down and kissed her hard. She pushed her pelvis up and forward, wanting him to release his seed info her. He grabbed her hands and shoved them up above her, as his body lay fully on her. She gasped under the weight of him and screamed as his thrusts began to hit her clitoris. He closed his eyes and let his other senses take over. The feeling of his penis in her wetness and the smell of her hot body writhing under him. When he felt her begin to tighten again, he pulled himself up and opened his eyes. As he saw her beautiful face, his balls swelled, and he cried out, pumping his thick semen into her. When every drop was spent, he slumped onto her, crushing the breath from her. She put her hand onto his sweaty hair and stroked it.
After an age, it was Octavia who spoke first. My God, if we have sex like that every time, I won't ever bother getting out of bed.
Just wait til I'm old and gray, and can't get it up. You won't want to stay in bed all the time then.
I don't care. I will be old as well. We'll have to make do with cuddling each other to orgasm.
Her hair was wet and a few strands clung to the sweat on her forehead. He brushed them away, and kissed her there. 'I don't know about you, but I need to sleep a bit. Octavia held him as he drifted off. She followed soon after.
They woke two hours later, still clinging to each other. Slava got up and turned on the shower. Wanna join me? he asked. When Octavia turned away from him, willing him to soap her back, he couldn't resist bending her forward and thrusting himself into her once more.
The next day they lifted the anchor and began to sail into the marina at Gladesville. As they got off the boat, Slava put his arm around her. There was a click as a camera went off.
That'll be all over the tabloids by tomorrow, Octavia said. I tell you, it never stops. They walked into a bar that served breakfast. It was dark inside and free of prying eyes. The exertions of the previous evening had left them in dire need of food, and they both ordered a large fry up.
Tell me about your family Slava, she asked.
Are you sure you want to know?
Yes. Your father, what's he really like?
He's a bastard.
Octavia looked shocked. Do you mean he was born out of wedlock or do you mean he is not a nice person.
Both. My father has no idea who his father is, and his mother was a prostitute in St Petersberg. He was put into an orphanage and eventually rose to be where he is today. I don't know how many bones he's broken on the way up, but make no mistake, he is the most brutal of men.
Are you scared of him? Octavia asked sympathetically.
Yes a little. He is quite capable of killing his own son if the moods takes him.
Surely you don't mean that? Slava that can't be true?
Well, I wouldn't bet against it. He always gets what he wants, and nobody stands in his way.
And how does your mother put up with this kind of man?
She always says yes to him. He's beaten her black and blue too many times for daring to defy him.
That's awful. For you both. Have you ever seen him hitting her?
Yes.
Octavia looked at the doctor's face. When he nodded to her, she burst into tears. She been waiting for the test result in a small room in Washington's most expensive private hospital. A nurse came and offered her an handkerchief, she took it gratefully and blew her nose.
Miss Whalberg, your car has arrived, said the hospital manager. He'd been assigned the job of looking after the President's daughter during her short stay.
Octavia didn't want to see her parents, so she had the driver drop her off at Harvard, where she went into her room, closed the door and curled up on the bed. When her sobs stopped, she fell asleep. When she woke, she turned on Skype.