“No, but you shouldn’t say that, you could become bored with me, out loud.”
“I should pretend like I’m going to fuck you no matter what, even though that isn’t true?”
I frowned. “I think you should at least walk into a situation attempting to accept the person no matter what.”
“I disagree.”
“Clearly.”
“Rose, I’m going to be my best while with you. I expect the same from you too.”
“Of course, but. . .”
He leaned his head to the side. “But what?”
“But.” I shrugged. “I don’t know.”
“Then, let’s talk about the truth.”
“And what is that?”
“The bored statement scared you.”
I blinked.
“You like what I do to you and you’re nervous that it will stop.”
“A little.”
“Then, fine. Let’s talk about that emotion.”
“O-kay.”
“Honestly, I don’t think I will ever be bored with you. However, I’m a believer in raw pessimistic reality, so I’m being honest.” Lust filled his gaze. “Now, come back.”
“We’re not done clarifying.”
The neutral expression cracked into a frown. “Ask me anything. Tell me what else scares you.”
I ran through all the new things hitting my head.
First of all, this whole moment was odd. Earlier this morning, I’d thought about Dima, but didn’t allow myself to fantasize. He hadn’t called me back. I’d assumed that we would never communicate again.
Now, we’d had several steamy moments and I craved more.
He slipped his hand along the side of the tub where yellow petals stuck to the side. “Rose, tell me?”
I sighed. “I’m also nervous that you’ll be possessive.”
“Hmmm.”
I quirked my brows. “What’s wrong?”
“I can’t help you with that.”
“Why not?”
“I will be possessive in every way.”
I held a finger up. “But there would need to be limits.”
“I won’t have any when it comes to you.”
“That wasn’t a suggestion or advice, Dima. I’m telling you that you can’t be too possessive with me.”
He gave me a thoughtful nod as if responding to one of his men. “What’s your next concern?”
“We didn’t agree on that point.”
“We won’t.”
“We’ll need to agree on that to move forward.”
He scowled. “We already have moved forward and there are no plans to move backward.”
I glared.
He lowered his gaze to my breasts. “Next?”
“I’m not doing this, if my concerns aren’t met.”
“I’ve never understood why you always believe that you’re in control of what happens between us.” He gave me wicked smile. “The first time I met you. I knew I would fuck you and love every minute of it.”
A shiver of heat moved through me.
“But, you were surprised tonight. Weren’t you? Even when I was sucking on your clit. Even when you were shaking and moaning.”
I pursed my lips.
“Clarification is good, Ms. Walsh. So, let’s clarify.” He rose a little, climbed over to me, and wrapped his big arms around my waist.
“What are you doing?” Gasping, I held onto his wet muscular shoulders as he lifted us both out of the water.
Bubbles and petals dripped down our bodies. He sat me on the edge of the tub, while the lower half of his thighs remained in the water. His hard cock pointed my way, so close to my pussy I almost begged for it. But I forced myself to stay focused. His face was on my level. He moved in closer, leaving no space between our mouths.
When he whispered, his warm champagned breath brushed my skin. “I want to see the possibilities of us, so that’s what’s going to happen.”
“And my agreement on the situation?”
“It’s your mouth that won’t concur. Every other part of you is in full agreement.” He moved the head of his cock to my opening, but didn’t push inside. My body shuttered. My pussy was greedy to be filled with him. He brushed his mouth against mine. “Isn’t that right?”
My heartbeats lifted. I didn’t want to respond because it was true.
“Hmmm. Now you’re quiet? Let’s see if we can get you to speak.” He raised his hips and thrust his cock deep into me.
“Oh!” I cried out.
“So, you didn’t lose your voice.” He pumped into me, inciting waves within the tub. In and out. In and out. Water splashed out the tub’s sides.
“Dima.” I closed my eyes unable to control myself. I rode him, and he met me with hard thrusts.
“You see how good that feels?”
“Oh.”
He slid his cock in and deliciously out. “Look at me.”
I opened my eyes. Watching him fuck me was insanely erotic. Everything about him was intense and sexy. With each movement, his biceps flexed. A wild passion covered his face as he gazed at me.
All conversation ended. The only noise was the cries of our pleasure.
My body vibrated in ecstasy. Water splashed around us. The city sparkled. And I felt so wild and free.
Fucking me hard, he whispered in my ear, “I want to know when you’re close to coming. I want to watch you tear apart.”
“Oh, Dima.”
“Are you close?”
“Yes.”
He kissed me. His strokes never let up. My wet breasts bounced with his rhythm.