In the dim room, Sergei stood beside my bed wearing only dark boxer briefs. The streetlight flowed in through the window, painting soft shadows across his muscular body — the contours of his broad shoulders, powerful chest, and tight abs. His deep, almost black eyes were locked onto me, filled with raw hunger.
My cheeks burned with embarrassment. He had seen me at my most intimate moment — lower body completely exposed, legs spread, fingers still buried in my wet heat, right as a moan had escaped my lips.
“Stella… I couldn’t leave without saying a proper goodbye,” he said in a low, husky voice, stepping closer to my bed.
“Sergei… wait,” I whispered shakily, pressing the blanket tighter against my chest. “Maybe we shouldn’t… the others are right here… Laura and Marcus are sleeping just behind the wall…”
But he either didn’t hear me or didn’t want to. He lifted the edge of the blanket and slid straight in beside me. The mattress sank deeply under his weight and creaked for a long moment. His warm, strong body pressed against mine, skin against skin. The scent of rum, man, and light sweat completely enveloped me.
His hand immediately slipped under the blanket, finding my bare thigh. His fingers slowly slid upward, raising goosebumps on my skin. My satin nightdress was already bunched up around my hips and covered nothing. His large palm glided straight onto my round, bare ass. He squeezed it slowly, with obvious pleasure, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh. His other hand joined in — both hands kneaded and massaged my ass, gently spreading my cheeks and stroking the sensitive skin with his fingertips.
“Sergei… wait a second,” I whispered weakly, my breathing already quickening.
He pulled me closer, pressing my bare lower body against his hard cock, straining inside his boxers. I could feel how stiff and hot he already was.
His lips found my neck, kissing slowly, sucking on my skin, gently biting and leaving light marks. One hand slid up my side to my breast and squeezed it, while the other stayed on my ass, kneading and stroking. He rolled me onto my back and moved on top of me, his lips traveling lower.
He pulled my nightdress even higher, fully exposing my breasts.
The first kiss landed on my collarbone, then on my left breast. He took my nipple into his mouth, sucking it slowly and deeply, circling it with the tip of his tongue, gently biting and tugging it between his lips. With his fingers, he played with my right nipple — rolling, pinching, pulling, and rubbing it with his thumb.
My back arched off the bed.
“Ohh… Sergei,” I moaned softly, pressing my lips together.
Shame and pleasure collided inside me. I tried to push his head away with my hands, but my fingers ended up tangling in his thick hair and pressing him harder against my chest.
He continued his journey downward. His lips kissed my stomach, his tongue sliding from my navel lower to the inside of my thighs. He settled comfortably between my legs, spread them wide, and looked at me for a moment — naked, wet, and trembling.
I tried to cover myself with my hand, but he took my wrist and firmly moved it aside. Then his hot tongue descended onto my pussy.
He licked me slowly, taking his time, savoring every inch. Long, wet strokes along my entire slit, then circles around my swollen clit. He sucked it gently between his lips, his tongue flicking rapidly.
I fought the pleasure desperately. I pressed my hand over my mouth and bit my wrist.
“Mmm… ahh… no… I can’t… they’ll hear,” I whispered to myself, but my hips rose on their own, pushing harder against his mouth.
At the same time, he carefully slid two fingers inside me. They moved slowly in and out, curling and rubbing that sensitive spot deep inside. My thighs trembled and squeezed around his head. Every time his tongue flicked faster over my clit or his fingers pushed deeper, an uncontrollable, husky moan escaped my lips, no matter how hard I tried to hold it back.
“Sergei… please… I can’t stay quiet,” I gasped helplessly, my voice already breaking. My body was covered in a thin layer of sweat, my breathing fast and shallow.
He finally rose. He pulled his boxers down, revealing his thick, hard cock. It was burning hot and throbbing. He positioned himself on top of me in missionary and looked deep into my eyes.
“I want to feel you one last time,” he whispered hoarsely and pushed inside me — slowly, inch by inch, stretching me open until he filled me completely.
“Ahh… ohh… God,” I moaned far too loudly. I slapped my hand over my mouth, but Sergei grabbed both my wrists, pulled them above my head, and held them there firmly.
He kissed me and started moving — at first slowly and deeply, each thrust filling me completely. The bed creaked rhythmically. The faster he went, the harder it became for me to stay quiet.
He moved with slow but powerful strokes, kissing my lips and then my neck. He continued like this for several minutes, sometimes speeding up, sometimes slowing down, making the bed creak loudly.
“Sergei… we have to stop,” I gasped breathlessly as the pleasure became overwhelming and I felt I could no longer hold back my moans.
“They’ll hear us… please…”
He paused for a moment, looked at me, and nodded.
“You’re right,” he panted.
But at the same moment, he pressed my wrists harder into the mattress, holding them firmly, and began moving much faster and harder. Every thrust was now powerful and deep. The bed creaked wildly in a steady rhythm.
My breasts bounced, and my whole body shook with each impact. I could no longer hold back my moans.
“Ahh! Ohh… Sergei… ahh!”
I moaned louder, my voice breaking with pleasure. Shame burned my cheeks like fire, but my body had completely surrendered.
He pulled out, got on his knees at the edge of the bed, and flipped me over. He lifted my hips until I was on my elbows with my ass raised toward him. He stroked my bare cheeks, gripped my hips tightly to hold me in place, and slowly pushed back inside.
The angle was devastating. He held my hips firmly and began pulling me back onto him. After doing this for a while, he released my hips. Then he grabbed them again and moved me once more.
Understanding what he wanted and how incredibly good it felt, I started moving on my own — pushing my ass back hard against him and then pulling away.
“Good girl,” he said and gave my bare cheek a light slap.
I turned my head to protest, but before I could, he grabbed my hips again and started slamming into me with powerful thrusts, making my breasts swing wildly.
Every hard thrust made my soft ass cheeks slap loudly against his hips — “plap… plap… plap…” The sound filled the small room, together with the loud creaking of the bed and my uncontrollable moans.
“Ohh… yes… ahh!”
I completely lost control. For the first time in my life, I couldn’t hold myself back. My moans were loud and clearly audible, my body moving against his powerful thrusts.
Sergei fucked me at a savage pace, his hips slamming rhythmically and forcefully into my ass, skin slapping loudly with every impact. One of his hands slid forward, squeezing my breasts, stroking my lower belly, and rubbing my clit in circles.
I had totally lost control. Sometimes he slowed down so I could catch my breath, but then immediately sped up again. I don’t know how long it lasted, but it was heavenly. Eventually, he stopped slowing down and increased his speed even more.
My moans and the bed’s loud creaking filled the entire room as the orgasm hit me like a storm. My body tensed, my pussy squeezed him hard, and my legs shook uncontrollably.
I buried my face in the pillow to muffle my sounds, but it barely helped — a long, loud, helpless moan of pure ecstasy echoed through the apartment.
Sergei continued with a few more savage, powerful thrusts, then his breathing became ragged and loud. He pulled out and spilled his hot, thick cum across my back, ass, and thighs.
We collapsed onto the bedside by side. He pulled me into his arms, held me tightly, and covered me with kisses. My body was still trembling with strong aftershocks. He kissed my hair, forehead, and lips.
“You’re something very special, Stella,” he whispered softly and calmly.
“I’m so sorry I have to leave.”
We talked quietly for a while longer — about his mission that he couldn’t say much about, my fears and sadness, and how we could have spent more time together. Then we fell asleep in each other’s arms, his strong hand around my waist and my head on his warm chest.
In the morning, I woke up early; it was only a quarter past six. Sergei was still sleeping deeply. My body felt pleasantly sore. I got up as quietly as possible, picked up my nightdress and panties, and slipped into the bathroom.
I washed myself with warm water, trying to rinse away the traces of the wild night — the sticky cum, sweat, and red hickeys on my neck. In the mirror, a girl with shining eyes and still-flushed cheeks looked back at me. I blushed. It felt like anyone who looked at me would immediately know what had happened during the night.
I put on white lace panties and a matching bra that softly supported my breasts while giving them a nice shape. Over that, I slipped on a light blue skirt that reached just above my knees and accentuated my long legs.
I wore a white, slightly sheer blouse, leaving the top buttons open. I tied my hair into a loose ponytail and applied very light makeup — a bit of mascara, soft pink lip gloss, and some powder to tone down the flush from the night.
I looked in the mirror one last time and felt a sudden wave of confusion — on the outside I looked like a proper, innocent university girl, but my body still remembered Sergei’s powerful thrusts and my own loud moans.
When I came out of the bathroom, Sergei was already fully dressed, waiting in the hallway. He looked at me for a long moment, then pulled me into his arms, kissed me long and deeply, and hugged me so tightly it felt like he never wanted to let go.
“Goodbye, my beautiful girl,” he whispered against my lips.
“I will never forget you.”
“Me neither,” I replied in a trembling voice, feeling tears well up in my eyes.
He kissed me one last time on the forehead and finally let me go. I pulled on my jacket and left through the quiet apartment door.
Walking down the street, I felt a storm of mixed emotions. Every step reminded me of the night’s heat, his touches, the loud slapping of skin, and how I had completely lost control in the end. At the same time, a gentle, bitter sadness pressed on my chest — Sergei was leaving, and I had promised myself I would move on with my life.
