“Please, Dmitri,” I whisper against his lips.
I feel him smile against me. “Please what?”
I can’t help but give a small laugh because he’s so damn stubborn. I pull back to look at him. How can I still be so amazed and stunned by how gorgeous he is? Even now when he’s so close to being inside me, he takes my breath away with just one look.
“I’ve waited so long for you,” I tell him, tracing my fingers over his stubbled cheek. “I’ve saved everything for you,” I admit, because I want him to know this is my first time.
He stills beneath me, his blue eyes searching mine.
“What do you mean saved everything?”
“I mean I’ve never done anything with anyone. I’ve always wanted you to be my first.” I lean in and give him a soft kiss. “I’ve never wanted anyone but you.”
I’m surprised by what I see in his eyes. First there’s shock mixed with desire, and then there’s so much pain in them that I can barely stand it. I silently curse myself for saying too much. I should’ve just told him later. What the hell was I thinking?
Sensing my panic, he gives me a soft smile. “I am glad you told me.”
I sigh and say what I can already see on his face. “But you’re not going to fuck me, are you?”
“No.”
Even though I try like hell, I can’t help my eyes from tearing up. It feels like such a kick in the gut, and I’m absolutely mortified.
“Hey,” he says, cupping my face and holding me tightly when I try to scoot off him. “I just mean not now.”
“But why?” I ask, hating how pathetic and whiny my voice sounds. “Don’t you want me?”
He takes my hand and brings it to his still very hard cock. “What do you think?”
When I run my fingers over the head of his cock, he lets out a deep breath, and I can see how badly he wants me, and I don’t understand why he’s fighting it.
“Your first time is big step, Belova. I just want you to be sure.”
“But I am sure. I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”
“Then it will not kill you to wait just a bit longer.”
“It might,” I growl, making him laugh.
“Your dad hates me, and I am thirty-seven. Way older than you.”
“I don’t care about any of that. I love how much older you are, and my dad will just have to deal with it.”
He lets out a deep laugh. “I am sure he will be very happy to hear that.”
I grind myself against him, loving how his eyes immediately darken with desire.
“You are wicked girl,” he says, but he makes no move to stop me.
His fingers glide up my arms, sending goosebumps all over me when he dances them along my collarbone. Sliding them around, he undoes my bra, groaning as the lace slips away and my bare breasts are on full display.
I’ve never been confident about my body, but Dmitri makes me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. I had worried that he might not like my smaller size, especially after seeing his well-endowed waitresses, but he looks anything but disappointed as his eyes roam over me.
“Did you change your mind,” I ask, hopefully.
“No, but I am finding it hard to deny you anything.”
“You seem surprised by that.”