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I wanted to make her beg for more because I loved the sound of her pleading voice almost as much as I loved her whispers, but her pussy began to clench around my fingers as her orgasm awoke.
“Come for me, Noemi,” I ordered as I plunged deeper within her, angling for the perfect spot as she shattered, gripping me tightly, sucking in her breath and closing her eyes. I felt every pulse, heard every moan, and kept my fingers still until her body slumped back against me.
My normal was to fuck and run. Maybe a polite good night, but nothing more than that. But while the man I am screamed “get the hell out of there,” the other man wouldn’t cooperate. He was getting stronger. He felt her pull and he wasn’t about to be denied. Not tonight. Not when he was finally able to hold her in his arms as she came back down to earth from her orgasm. She was perfection. Exactly what he wanted.
A contented rumble resonated through my chest as I twirled a lock of her brunette hair through my fingers. Noemi snuggled deeper against me, her hand resting on my abdomen, idly tracing circles around my navel. My stomach muscles tightened beneath her innocent touch. When her hand dipped lower, I stopped her.
“No.”
She froze at the sternness of my tone. I could have softened the denial with an explanation, but she weakened me enough without completely revealing my defects to her. I was still holding out for my release. I wouldn’t come until I was fully inside her. Which brought me to a question I needed answers to. I hadn’t thought about it before. I was too excited to make her mine, even if only for ten days.
“I need to ask you a question.” I brought her fingers to my mouth as a conciliatory gesture.
“Anything,” she agreed. “I don’t have any secrets.”
“Are you on any form of birth control?”
I could feel her blush against my chest. “No,” she answered immediately. “I haven’t really needed any. Until now,” she added weakly before raising her head. “Is that why you... why you haven’t...” Her question faded into the darkness.
“No. It’s something I need to consider, but that’s not why I haven’t come yet.”
“If not that, then why?”
I huffed out an irritated breath. “So many questions, Noemi. We sound like a broken record.”
“We wouldn’t if you would stop the mystery man attitude. It’s called a conversation, Dante. An exchange of dialogues. Questions beget answers. Answers beget sentences. A string of sentences begets a dialogue, forming a conversation. Two people. Back and forth. Exchanging ideas. You should try it some time.”
“Sounds excruciating, but I have another question for you.”
“Shoot!” She propped her hand on my chest, looking up at me like we were two teenagers gossiping at a sleepover.
“Beget? Who uses the word “beget” anymore?”
The warm breath of her laughter tickled my skin, creating a ripple that traveled from my chest to my still hard cock.
“Words, Dante,” she mocked me. “Words matter. That particular word got you talking, at least.”
I fisted her hair in my hands and flipped her underneath me. Fuck those dim lights. I wanted to see her eyes widen, see if it was fear or desire that greeted me when I stared into her hazel pools.
“Watch yourself, baby girl,” I growled menacingly.
I didn’t need to hear her loud swallow to know that she felt fear, but the way her body curved in my direction said that there was desire there as well. The man I am took over again.
“You said you wouldn’t hurt me.” The reminder rushed from her lips as I angled her head to meet my lips.
I stopped. It may have meant “begetting” a conversation, but I needed to know where the hell this was coming from. Why did she think I would ever physically hurt her?
“I get it, Noemi. I’m not a nice man, and I’ve never claimed to be, but when have I ever hurt you? Physically?”
“You haven’t,” she denied quickly.
My fist tightened its grip. “Then where the fuck is that coming from? Why do you keep reminding me not to hurt you?”
She didn’t answer right away. Somehow this idea that I would cause her pain had been planted in her head. And while it might at some point be true, I meant what I told her when I said any physical pain she suffered at my hands would be consensual. But we’d probably never get that far. Not in ten days. Not when she was a virgin who’d never felt a cock inside her pussy. There was a hell of a lot of “firsts” I wanted from her and my tastes weren’t singular. BDSM could be an interesting distraction, but it wasn’t my lifestyle. Those choices required a lot more thought and effort than I wanted to spend on a woman. It was too much fucking responsibility.
“Answer me,” I grated when she remained silent too long.
“I... It was just... something Lilly said.... Made me think....”
