We chatted again in the restaurant under the wine. It loosened our tongues and, as it seems to me, we immediately shared all the most intimate things. He drove me home. He gladly agreed to my kind offer to stay with me, because it was already late. And so it went. Slow but passionate kisses. His tongue plunged brazenly into my mouth and explored new possessions. His hands were moving slowly over my body the whole time. He noticed every curve, every detail. He carefully lifted my shirt and let his hands do impudent and obscene things. When I tried to break away from the kiss and at least breathe in a little air, he chuckled softly and kissed me again, with even deeper passion. He stood up and threw me on the bed. With one movement from him, I'm lying motionless under him. My wrists above my head are burning from his strong grip. I began to whine softly, either out of desire or impatience. He started to calm me down.: -Shh, shh, shh. Be patient a little, honey. My body was shaking under him. He slowly leaned his nose against my neck. Then he left a trail of kisses. I was crawling back and forth across the bed: -Andrey, I- -My beauty, I did not give permission to speak.