Page 17 of Anatoly
“Toast,” Marissa yells, raising her shot glass. “To the fire, to the burn, and naughty nights!”
We repeat the toast, laughing, and I look at Anatoly. He grins and wraps his arm around my waist. We drink the shot; he places the lime on my lips. I suck the lime, and Anatoly groans, staring at my lips.
“Hey, we’re going to dance,” Heather yells.
“Thanks for the food. I’m going to dance. Maybe I'll get lucky,” Marissa yells, pushing off the seat and smiling.
“Oh yeah, it was delicious. Thanks. Let’s go,” Heather replies, bopping her head.
“Right, have fun.”
I watch my chicas leave the VIP section and turn to look at my hottie. I turn and slide my arm through his arm, smiling up at him. He’s so big and strong. I like it; he makes me feel protected.
“Anatoly, tell me, do you enjoy the Latin music? Do you come here often?”
“I enjoy the Latin music, but I was meeting up with an associate.”
“Oh, so it was business?”
“Da, it was,” He says, sliding his arm from my hold and wrapping it around my waist, pulling me closer.
“Da?”
“Da, yes,” He hums, smiling.
“Oh, okay. So, your business meeting is over?”
“Yes. I was eating some tacos and drinking when I saw you.”
“Ah, is that right? So, you wanted to talk to me,” I ask, raising my brow. I can’t help but smile, leaning into his arm.
“Yes, I want to talk and get to know you better,” he says, gazing into my eyes.
He turns on the seat, enclosing me in, and places his other hand on my leg. He runs his fingers in circles on my thigh. My body is hot, and my inner girly parts flutter. This man has me all worked up with just a slight touch.
I move my hand, resting it on his shoulder near his neck. I run my fingers through his collar-length hair.
“Know me better, how so?”
“Gigi, I want to know all about you.”
“Really,” I say breathlessly, gazing into his darker blue eyes.
“Yes,” He hums, leaning in close, and whispers. “I want to taste your kisses, your skin, and your pussy.
“Hell, I love your dirty talking, fuck!”
He rests his lips on mine and runs his tongue over my lips, waiting for me to allow him in. I moan, opening my mouth,wrapping my fingers in his silky dark hair, and pulling him closer.
Anatoly doesn’t waste any time; he slides his tongue inside my mouth, running it over mine. I return his kiss, eager to taste him. We kiss with wild hunger, stroking, tangling our tongues, and clashing teeth in our desperation to get more. We breathe in gasping for air, and he runs his hand up my thigh. I lean into him, and he runs his hand under my dress, squeezing my ass. My pussy flutters and my panties get wet.
A deep moan emerges from deep in his chest, making me hotter. He moves his hand, sliding his fingers under my wet panties.
“Fuck, you’re so wet.”
“Hmmm, shut up and kiss me.”
“Fuck!”
