“I do not mind at all. They will be here waiting for you when you come back.” He runs his thumb over my cheek, wiping away the stubborn tears that refuse to stop. “Please do not cry. How can I let you go if you are crying?”
“I don’t want to go,” I admit, grabbing onto his wrist in an attempt to keep him close to me. “But I know I have to. This is too much to try and explain to my dad in one night. I’m going to need to ease him into this.”
Dima’s laugh makes me give him a scowl. “Good luck with that, Belova.” He kisses the tip of my nose. “I am teasing. If anyone can convince him that I am really not the monster he thinks I am, then it is you.”
His hands slide down my back to cup my ass before he picks me up in one swift motion. I let out a startled yelp and grab onto his shoulders.
“Now, if you insist on leaving, then let me at least give you a proper goodbye. I do not want you to forget about me.”
“I could never forget about you.” I bring my forehead to rest against his, staring into his gorgeous blue eyes.
“That is nice to hear, but I am guessing a couple of orgasms and a sore pussy might also help with that.”
My breath catches at his words. I manage to get out a quick “Only a couple?” before his mouth is on me, making everything else disappear. I tighten my legs around him, moaning into his mouth when his grip on my ass tightens and he rubs me against the hard length of him.
When he finally pulls back, leaving me breathing heavily and eager for more, he says, “Onlya couple? Such a greedy, wicked girl.” Pressing me up against the wall, he snakes one hand between us and presses his thumb against my panty-covered clit. Rubbing me in slow circles, he starts to kiss a line down my neck.
I cup the back of his head, already feeling the familiar sparks of pleasure starting to rise up from deep within me. Giving the crook of my neck a soft bite, he speeds up his thumb, quickly sending me over the edge. I’m lost in ecstasy, riding the high for as long as I can. He slows his thumb down, letting me enjoy the aftershocks while he kisses and licks his way back up my neck.
“That is one, wicked girl,” he says, giving me a wink.
I smile when I hear the unmistakable sound of his zipper being pulled down. He roughly grabs onto the bottom of my dress, lifting it up and out of the way. I feel his fingers slide under my panties, pushing them aside seconds before he slams into me in one quick thrust that forces a surprised gasp out of me. Keeping one arm wrapped tightly around him, I bring my other hand to his cheek, resting my forehead against his.
“I love you, Dima,” I tell him as he starts to fuck me harder.
“I love you, Gina.” His voice is strained, and the way he’s tightly gripping me is just making all his hard muscles stand out, but the look in his blue eyes is pure sweetness. I can’t believe this strong, standoffish man is so willing to soften for me.
I press my lips to his, needing to feel as close to him as possible. He takes control of the kiss, sliding his tongue in to meet mine as he pounds into me even harder, filling me up as if he were made just for my body. I whimper against his mouth when I feel the beginnings of another orgasm. Knowing I’m close, I feel him smile against my mouth, working his hips so he’s hitting my clit with each stroke. He swallows my screams, kissing me harder, flooding my body with an ecstasy that brings tears to my eyes.
Gripping him tightly, I ride out the orgasm, welcoming it as it penetrates every damn cell of my body. When I start to come down, he gives me another kiss before pulling back with a big grin on his face.
“That is two.”
I laugh and let out a happy sigh. “I said I wanted more than a couple.”
He gives my bottom lip a soft bite. “So greedy, Belova. I can’t have you leaving here unsatisfied, though.”
I let out a squeal when he grabs onto me tighter, pulling me away from the wall so he can walk us to the bed. Keeping himself firmly inside me, he lays me down, positioning his strong body on top of mine. He starts to slowly fuck me, making me let out a moan at how damn good it feels. I swear he’s hitting every nerve ending I possess, sparking them to life with each slow thrust.
Giving me a wink, he says, “Ready for number three?”
I smile and quickly shake my head, letting myself get lost in the moment. True to his word, by the time he slides out of me, I’m so spent I can barely sit up, and I lost track of the orgasms about halfway through.
His fingers gently brush back a strand of my sweaty hair. “Feel better?”
I nod my head yes, making him laugh at my dazed, happy expression.
“Good.” He cups my face and gives me a sad smile. “I will walk you to your car.”
I’m too depressed to answer, so I just nod and slip my dress over my head before standing. My panties are in pieces strewn across the bed, so I guess I’m going commando for the drive home. When we’re both dressed, Dima grabs my bags in one hand and wraps his other arm around me, pulling me close. We’re both quiet on the walk out to my car, neither one of us wanting to put words to the goodbye.
Seeing how upset I am, he refrains from making any comments about Old Blue, and instead tosses my bags into the backseat without a word about how battered she is or about buying me a new car.
“Look at me.”
He hooks a finger under my chin, gently forcing my face up to meet his. He gives me a sweet smile, studying me with those piercing blue eyes of his.
“Text me as soon as you get there.”