Ingrid kept her eyes down on her soup plate, white-knuckling her spoon, as the pressure between her legs increased to the point where she wondered if she would be able to contain herself with her reaction. Already, her cheeks were burning hot, and her chest was rising and falling with deep breaths that did nothing to help her catch her breath.<br/><br/>She felt Alexei's strong fingers against her bare thighs, and his surprisingly gentle touch on that most private, pristine place in her body made her feel as if she would explode. She became aware of how tender and swollen her mound felt, and to her horror, a warm, silky, fluid film was seeping out.<br/><br/>As Alexei nipped at her ear and spoke, her whole body stiffened to try and keep from shaking. At his command to turn and kiss him, she complied automatically, as if his words pulled strings in her body, making her his puppet. As her lips met his, she let out a small whimper against his mouth as her entire body seemed to explode from her womanhood out.<br/><br/>Reflexively, she placed her hands against his broad chest to keep her from trembling and shaking, her small fingers curling around the brass buttons on his uniform. She whimpered again against his lips as the exquisite feelings started to recede. Breaking their kiss for a moment, she gasped for air and kept her eyes down. How could she ever look him in the eye again? She was so embarrassed by her body's reactions, and at how wanton she could be. What would he think of her?