Natalia's Patron's Velvet Trap

I led her to the master suite, floor-to-ceiling glass framing the moonlit ocean, king bed draped in mosquito netting like a bridal veil. Silk sheets shimmered ivory, candles guttering soft light across her fair skin. Natalia hesitated at the threshold, then stepped in, amulet swaying. 'Private review?' she teased, voice breathy. I closed the distance, hands on her slender waist, pulling her close. Her body yielded, medium breasts pressing through the sarong. 'The deepest kind,' I whispered, lips brushing her ear. My fingers untied the sarong, letting it pool at her feet, revealing lace panties hugging her hips. Topless now, her medium breasts free, nipples hardening in the air. I cupped them gently, thumbs circling peaks, eliciting a soft gasp from her parted lips. 'Beautiful,' I murmured, watching goosebumps rise on her fair skin. She arched into my touch, gray eyes half-lidded, long wavy brown hair cascading wild. Internal fire raged—I'd craved this since her first portfolio. Her hands roamed my chest, unbuttoning my linen shirt, nails scraping lightly. Desire blurred lines; was the amulet urging her, or her passion? We kissed, slow at first, her full lips tasting of champagne and salt. Tongues danced, her moans muffled against me—low, throaty 'mmms' vibrating through. I trailed kisses down her neck, nipping the amulet's chain, then lower to her breasts. Sucking one nipple, I felt her shudder, hands tangling in my hair. 'Victor...' she breathed, hips grinding instinctively. My erection strained, but I savored the tease, fingers dipping to her panties, feeling heat through lace. She whimpered, 'Please...' Tension peaked, her slender body trembling. Foreplay stretched, building unbearable need, her intense nature blooming under my command. I guided Natalia to the bed, her fair skin glowing in candlelight, long wavy brown hair fanning across silk pillows. She lay back, legs parting...