“Please what?”
She lets out another frustrated groan. “I want you inside me, Dima, please. I can’t wait any longer.”
My cock gives a healthy jump at her words, wondering why the fuck I’m being so damn stubborn. I ignore it and tease her some more. As much as I want to bury myself inside her, I don’t want to rush this. I want to savor every damn second of it.
“I do not think you are ready yet,” I tell her, giving her bottom lip a soft bite before kissing my way down her neck. The light floral scent she’s wearing smells amazing, but it’s the scent underneath that I want. I nuzzle her neck, breathing in her own unique smell, the one that always haunts me after she’s left.
Giving her collarbone a lick, I say, “Do not come until I tell you to.”
She actually has the nerve to laugh. I raise my head to give her a look that normally has people cowering and turning around immediately to get the fuck away from me. She just cups my face and grins even bigger.
“That look isn’t going to work on me, and there’s no way in hell I’m going to stop an orgasm. That’s insane.” She adds another laugh for good measure.
“We will see,” I tell her, lowering my head back down to her chest.
I move my hips so the head of my cock is rubbing her clit in circles and kiss my way to one of her taut nipples. I know her body better than she thinks, and as soon as I wrap my mouth around her breast and feel her body start to tense, I stop my hips and mouth.
The angry growl she gives is adorable, and I flick her nipple with my tongue to let her know I’m enjoying it. Her hands run over my head before traveling further down so she can drag her nails along my shoulders and upper back. I can’t help but groan around her tit, and when she says, “Glad to see I’m not the only one feeling frustrated,” I give her nipple a sharp bite.
Instead of reminding her who’s in control, it just seems to excite her and make her even more demanding. The heel of her foot presses into my ass, insisting that I get closer.
I lift my head up enough to say, “I am not horse that can be prodded into moving.”
She smiles and says, “I really love how you pronounce your Hs. Your accent is sexy as fuck, Dima. Just the sound of your voice makes me wet.”
I slide my cock over her wet pussy, feeling the truth of her words. “I believe it. Do you want me to stop and just talk to you instead?”
Laughing, she digs her heel in again. “Don’t you dare.”
I rub her clit again, making her laughter die in her throat. Her grey eyes meet mine, and when she gives me a sweet smile and says, “Please, Dima,” I know I’m helpless to resist her any longer.
Kissing my way back to her mouth, I slide my tongue between her pouty lips and rub her faster. She whimpers and moves her hips. Knowing she’s only seconds away, I break our kiss long enough to say, “Come for me, Gina,” before sliding my tongue back into her.
As soon as I feel her body start to tense as the first waves of pleasure hit her, I position the head of my cock against her wet lips and slowly slide in. Her body resists me at first, and I hear her sharp gasp when I push through, sliding all the way in until I’m buried inside her.
“Fuck!” I manage to growl as she screams my name, letting the orgasm take her. I nearly lose control when I feel her pussy tighten even more and spasm around me. I fuck her slowly, letting her get used to me. She clings to me, burying her face in my neck. Her breaths hitting my skin in hot, fast bursts that send shivers all over my skin. Being inside her is a thousand times better than I ever dreamed it could be, and I don’t know how in the hell I’m ever going to be able to leave. I’m going to have to spend the rest of my life buried balls deep inside her. It’ll make for awkward business meetings, but I’m willing to give it a go.
When she starts to come down, she lets her head fall back with a satisfied sigh. I lift up, wanting to see her, and a rush of fear washes over me when I see her tear-stained cheeks.
“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
My body stills, frozen in place, too afraid to move and cause her any more pain. I’ve left men with broken ribs, faces so swollen that not even their own mothers could recognize them, and busted out more teeth than I can remember, and none of it fazed me. But seeing her cry, knowing that I might have caused it, it’s too much for me. It’s threatening to break me.
She brings her hands to my face, tracing a line down my cheek, right over the scar I’ve had since I was eighteen. The scar that reminds me of my promise to never let anyone get too close. The promise that she’s now erasing with the lightest of touches.
“I’m fine, Dima,” she says, and I’m finally able to let out the breath I’ve been holding.
“Then why tears? Why the sad look in your eyes?”
“Not all tears are bad.” She gives me a small smile. “Okay, some of it is because you’re massive, and it kind of felt like you were going to tear me in two for a second, but the rest is just because I’m acting like an emotional idiot.”
I kiss her cheek, running my tongue over her tears until my mouth is filled with the salty taste of them. “You are not idiot.”
“Yes, I am. I’ve fallen completely in love with you, Dima.”
I pull my head back to look at her. “You are idiot because you love me? Is true you could do much better.”
She doesn’t laugh at my joke, although it’s not really a joke. She really could do much better. She deserves a hell of a lot better than me, that’s for sure.