Chapter 78: First Ti eting (18 )
She sat down on the armrest of his chair, close enough that her bare thigh brushed against his arm.
Andrey glanced at her. "Just preparing sothing for tomorrow. Nothing important."
Sarah humd, a small smile tugging at her lips. "You’re always so diligent, aren’t you?"
Andrey shrugged lightly. "I have to be. I can’t let my guard down."
Sarah was quiet for a mont, then tilted her head. "Hey, Andrey... do you rember the first ti we t?"
Andrey paused. He stared at the floor for a few seconds, thinking.
Sarah waited, then puffed her cheeks slightly. "You really don’t rember, do you? Idiot."
Andrey looked up at her, his expression softening with regret. "Sorry. Back then, I was too focused on work. I didn’t pay much attention to you."
Sarah lightly punched his shoulder, though there was no real strength behind it. "That’s even worse, you stupid workaholic."
Andrey accepted the light hit without complaint, a faint smile appearing on his face.
Sarah leaned a little closer, her voice gentler now. "When we first t... you were always so serious. Every day you nagged about reports, deadlines, efficiency. You were so annoying that everyone in the office talked about you behind your back."
Andrey nodded calmly. "That’s up to them. I was just doing my job."
Sarah continued, her eyes never leaving his face. "I know. But I also know you often covered for other people’s mistakes. Even when they didn’t know it and still complained about you... I noticed. At so point, I realized you weren’t as annoying as I thought."
She looked at him for a long mont, her gaze softening. Then, without warning, Sarah leaned in and kissed him.
Andrey’s eyes widened slightly, but he didn’t pull away. He accepted the kiss, his hand gently resting on her waist as their lips moved together — slow, warm, and full of quiet emotion.
Sarah pulled back slightly from the kiss, her forehead still resting against his. Her cheeks were flushed, and she looked unusually vulnerable as she whispered,
"...Maybe I’ve already fallen in love with you."
Andrey’s eyes widened in surprise. He stared at her, montarily speechless.
Sarah’s face turned even redder. She looked away, embarrassed, and muttered quickly, "I an... maybe, okay? Lately, you’ve been... cool. Reliable. You always protect . What the hell am I even saying... this is so stupid."
Andrey was silent for a mont. Then he wrapped his arms around her tightly, pulling her into a warm, secure embrace. Sarah stiffened for a second before lting against his chest.
"I feel the sa way," he said quietly, his voice low and sincere. "When you talk to other n... it hurts ."
Sarah blinked, then a small, teasing smile appeared on her lips despite her embarrassnt. "Hmm? You’re jealous?"
Andrey didn’t deny it. "Of course I am."
His hand slid lower, boldly cupping her soft, round ass over the thin fabric of his dress shirt she was wearing. He gave it a gentle squeeze.
Sarah yelped softly, her body jolting. "Hey—! Where are you touching, you idiot?!"
But she didn’t pull away. Instead, she buried her face deeper into his neck, her voice muffled and slightly shaky.
"...Dummy."
Andrey’s hand remained on Sarah’s ass, squeezing the soft, warm flesh gently as he pulled her closer. Sarah’s breath hitched, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she pressed her body tighter against his, her breasts brushing against his chest through the thin fabric of his dress shirt she was wearing.
"You’re getting bold..." she whispered, her voice a mix of embarrassnt and arousal.
Andrey didn’t answer with words. He kissed her again — deeper this ti, more possessive. His tongue slid into her mouth, tasting her, claiming her. Sarah moaned softly into the kiss, her hands sliding up to grip his shoulders as she kissed him back with equal hunger.
His other hand moved to her thigh, slowly sliding upward under the hem of the oversized shirt. Sarah shivered as his fingers traced the bare skin of her inner thigh, inching higher until they brushed against her already damp panties.
"Anh..." she gasped against his lips.
Andrey broke the kiss just enough to murmur against her mouth, "You’re wet already..."
Sarah’s face burned with embarrassnt, but she didn’t deny it. "Shut up... it’s your fault..."
He kissed her again, harder, while his fingers slipped beneath her panties. He stroked her slick folds slowly, teasing her entrance before circling her swollen clit. Sarah’s hips jerked, a needy moan escaping her as she clung to him.
"Andrey... ahhn..."
He pushed one finger inside her, then two, curling them to stroke that sensitive spot inside. Sarah’s thighs trembled, her breathing turning into short, desperate gasps. She rocked her hips against his hand, chasing the pleasure.
Not satisfied with just his fingers, Andrey lifted her slightly, laying her back on the wide armchair. He knelt between her legs, pushing the shirt up to her waist. Sarah’s black panties were already soaked. He pulled them aside and leaned in, pressing his mouth against her pussy.
Sarah’s back arched sharply. "Hyann—!!"
His tongue licked her slowly at first, savoring her taste, then moved faster — licking her folds, sucking on her clit, pushing his tongue inside her. Sarah’s hands flew to his hair, gripping tightly as she moaned uncontrollably.
"Ahhn... Andrey... your tongue... it feels so good... nhaa—!!"
Andrey groaned against her, the vibration making her tremble even more. He sucked harder on her clit while two fingers pumped in and out of her, curling with every thrust. Sarah’s moans grew louder, her thighs clamping around his head as pleasure built rapidly.
"I’m... I’m close again... ahhn—!!"
Andrey didn’t stop. He licked and fingered her relentlessly until Sarah’s body tensed violently. She ca hard, her pussy gushing against his tongue as she cried out his na, her hips bucking wildly.
When the orgasm finally faded, Sarah slumped back, breathing heavily, her body limp and trembling. Andrey lifted his head, his lips and chin glistening with her juices. He looked at her with dark, hungry eyes.
Sarah, still catching her breath, looked back at him. Her voice was hoarse but filled with desire.
"...Don’t stop now."
Andrey stood up, quickly removing his shirt and pants. His cock was rock-hard again, throbbing with need. He positioned himself between her legs, the head of his cock pressing against her soaked entrance.
Sarah wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer.
"Inside ..." she whispered.
Andrey looked down at Sarah, his gaze steady and full of quiet determination. He brushed a strand of hair from her face and whispered,
"I will always protect you, Sarah."
Sarah’s cheeks flushed deeper. She turned her head slightly, trying to hide her embarrassnt, but her voice ca out soft and teasing. "That’s how it should be, idiot..."
Andrey positioned himself between her legs. His cock, still hard and throbbing, pressed against her wet entrance. Sarah’s pussy was slick with arousal, making the first push easier, but as he slid forward, he felt resistance — the thin barrier of her hyn.
Sarah tensed, her hands gripping his shoulders. "Slow... please go slow, Andrey..."
Andrey paused, looking into her eyes. "Didn’t you say you’d done this before?"
Sarah bit her lip, her face burning with sha. "That was... a lie. I’ve never done it. I was just trying to act tough..."
Andrey’s expression softened. "If it hurts, tell
right away."
Sarah nodded, her voice small. "It already hurts a little..."
Andrey leaned down and kissed her gently, his lips soft and reassuring. He deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding against hers, distracting her from the discomfort. At the sa ti, his hands moved to her breasts, cupping them and gently playing with her nipples, rolling and pinching them until Sarah’s body began to relax again, soft moans escaping into his mouth.
When he felt her tension ease, Andrey pushed forward in one smooth, firm motion.
"Ahh—!! It hurts—!!" Sarah cried out, her nails digging into his back as she hugged him tightly. Her body tensed again, but she held onto him, burying her face in his neck.
Andrey stayed still inside her, letting her adjust. In his mind, he thought: ’Sarah’s pussy is so tight... and so slippery...’
A small trickle of blood seeped out from where they were joined, staining the sheets beneath her.
Andrey held her close, stroking her hair and kissing the side of her head. "I’m sorry... Does it still hurt?"
Sarah shook her head slightly, her voice muffled against his skin. "Just... stay like this for a mont..."
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