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  I let him lead me inside the house, all the while wondering what this night held in store for me.

  Chapter Seven

  Later that evening, I flicked through my closet in search of the perfect outfit for the morning. The bathroom door across the bedroom was cracked just enough for me to keep tabs on Sergei's shower. I had manage to evade most of his amorous advances, including his attempts to climb into the shower with me earlier, but my defenses were quickly failing. Once he came out of that shower, I was giving in and letting myself have exactly what we both wanted.

  Bumping hips as we plated a simple dinner had been the beginning of our flirtation. He had caressed my hand while we sipped wine on the couch after dinner and talked about my plans and dreams for the house. I had slipped away to take my evening shower while he moved his SUV around back and peeked at my water heater.

  Craving Sergei's heat and touch like crazy, I settled on my favorite wrap dress. The top sported a bold giraffe print that complemented the deep rust-colored skirt. I liked the way it hugged my hips and nipped in my waist. But which shoes? I pulled out a pair of gold strappy heeled sandals and nude pumps.

  "The gold ones," Sergei said, coming into the bedroom. "They're prettier."

  Glancing at him, I fought the urge to lick my lips as I ogled his nearly naked body. He had a towel slung low around his hips, but the loosely tucked end threatened to fall free at any moment. Soon, I hoped.

  Lifting the gold sandals, I said, "Prettier, yes, but not as comfortable. Mondays are always busy around the shop, especially in May."

  He shrugged. "So wear the pumps."

  I held the pumps up against the skirt and compared them to the sandals. They looked fine, but they didn't pop. "No, I think I'll go with pretty."

  "Good choice." He came toward me and bent down to peck my cheek. "Your legs look amazing when you wear those."

  My brows knitted together. "You've seen me in these shoes before?"

  He nodded and strode across the room toward the gym bag he had dropped onto the ottoman earlier. "You wore them a few weeks ago when you and Vivian went to that art show for that Brazilian painter. You had on a purple dress and big hoop earrings—but your legs?" He practically growled. "They looked so fucking sexy."

  I turned my gaze toward my legs. "Really?"

  "Yes." He touched his ear. "You should wear those earrings again. I liked the way they looked on you."

  Taken aback by his recollection of my outfit, I nevertheless smiled at him. "Okay. I will."

  "You can wear them on Friday."

  "What's Friday?"

  "We're going out on a proper date."

  "Is that so?"

  "Yes." He started digging through his bag, totally oblivious to my frustration with him.

  "Don't you think you should ask me first?"

  He glanced at me. "Do you want to go out on Friday?"

  "Yes, but—"

  "So what's the problem? I want to go out. You want to go out. I made plans. It's done."

  I rolled my eyes. "It's not just done, Sergei. I don't know how you did things with other women, but I'm not the kind of girl who likes to be told what to do."

  "You seemed to like it last night." His gaze darted to the chair where he had sat last night and ordered me to strip for him.

  My face flamed with embarrassment. "That was different."

  "But you liked it," Sergei countered. "You were soaking wet for me by the time I got you into bed. You liked being told what to do, didn't you?"

  He wasn't going to stop until I admitted that he was right. Even now, as he described how wet I had been, I could feel my nipples growing hard. "Yes, I liked it very much."

  "But you don't like it when I take control outside of the bedroom?"

  I fidgeted with the cuff of my silk dressing robe. "I don't know. I'm used to doing things my way. I like your way of doing things in here, but I'm not sure I'll ever be the type of woman who just nods her head whenever her man makes a decision."

  Sergei studied me for a few unnerving seconds. "Okay."

  I blinked. "What? Just like that? You're okay with it?"

  "I'm not an ogre, Bianca, but I am a man and I like being in control."

  "But?"

  "But one of the things that attracted me to you is your confidence and the way you run your life," he explained. "You're perfectly capable of taking care of yourself."

  "Yes, I am. I don't need a man."

  "No, you don't." He stared expectantly my way, as if waiting for me to say something.

  I swallowed nervously and decided to be honest with him. "I would like a man I could count on in my life. Someone who wants to take care of me, I mean."

  "I want to take care of you, Bianca. I want to be the man you count on for everything and anything you need."

  "I know you do," I said quietly.

  "And?"

  Holding his gaze, I murmured, "I know I can count on you."

  "Anything you want, I'll give you."

  He wasn't talking expensive trinkets either. He meant anything. He was offering me everything I had ever wanted but had been too afraid to seek out. All I had to do was ask.

  "I know." Turning away from him, I finished picking out the accessories for my outfit while he draped running clothes across the arm of my reading chair. When I closed the closet door, I caught him retrieving the biggest freaking box of condoms I had ever seen. Unable to help myself, I busted out laughing. "Oh my God! Are you serious?"

  "What?" Sergei carelessly tossed the box onto the bed. "I wanted to be prepared."

  "For what? Six months?"

  He snorted and started to prowl toward me. "Six months? Bianca, we'll be lucky if that lasts the week."

  My jaw dropped. "You're out of your mind."

  Sergei held up five fingers as he walked toward me. "Count them, Bianca. For five months, I've gone without sex." He stopped right in front of me and peered down into my eyes. "For five months, I've waited for you to let me into your bedroom." He slid an arm around my waist and dragged me tight to his hot, hard body. "I intend to make up for all that lost time."

  Trembling inside, I ran my hands along his muscular arms and across his impressive chest. I fingered the gold medallion dangling from his neck. "What is this?"

  "Hmm?" He nuzzled my neck and nipped at my skin. "It's Saint Sergius, my namesake. My mother gave it to me when I was younger."

  "For protection?"

  "I suppose."

  I let the medallion drop from my fingers. "Are you religious?"

  "Not particularly," he replied. "Nothing like Vivian." He traced the vein in my neck where my pulse beat wildly. "Bianca, you're stalling."

  I glanced up at him from beneath fluttering eyelashes. "Am I?"

  "Yes." He tugged on the belt of my robe and dragged the garment from my arms. He let it fall to the floor and shoved it aside with his bare foot. His finger followed the lacy shells adorning the bodice of my chemise. "Do you always sleep in things like this or are you choosing them for me?"

  "I like sexy, pretty things, but I dug this one out of my drawer just for you."

  "I appreciate the thoughtfulness." Grasping the bottom of my flimsy chemise, he pulled it up and over my head. "Do you approve of this removal method?"

  Smiling at the memory of him ripping my nightgown, I patted his chest. "It's nice to know you're not a total caveman."

  He chuckled against my lips. "You might want to see what I have planned for you before you sing my praises." Putting those big hands on my shoulders, he pressed gently. "Kneel."

  Like last night, my entire body vibrated at his gruffly spoken word. I wasn’t sure how he wielded such power over me or even why I liked it so much, but I chose not to question it. I embraced this new, sensual awareness and slowly lowered myself to the floor.

  Licking my lips, I gazed up at him, taking in his wonderfully sculpted frame. He peered down at me and caressed my cheek. Taking off his towel, he tossed it aside and gestured to his half
-erect cock. "Get me hard, Bianca."

  With shaky fingers, I stroked the length of him, all the while marveling at his size. I almost wanted to run across the hall to grab a tape measure from my tool kit to satisfy my curiosity. Even with both hands wrapped around his thick shaft, I still needed at least one more hand to cover all of him. My pussy pulsed at the prospect of having his huge dick buried inside me.

  Lavishing his cock with my tongue, I relished the low groans he made. I sucked the blunt tip of him into my mouth and hummed with appreciation. He growled something in Russian before threading his fingers through my hair and shifting his feet wider apart. "Suck me, Bianca."

  White-hot frissons of excitement quivered through me at the rough demand. Bobbing up and down on his shaft, I took him deeper with every down stroke and hoped I pleased him. Giving head had never been a sex act I enjoyed, but the way Sergei encouraged and complimented me was so exciting. Relaxing my jaw, I put my hands on his thighs and silently asked him to take my mouth by pulling him into me.

  Breathing hard, Sergei slid forward only an inch or two. My lips stretched wide to accept his girth, but he didn't try to take it too far. Instead, he tapped my nose and ordered, "Look at up at me."

  With his cock in my mouth, I gazed up at Sergei. The utter adoration etched into his face took me by surprise. "You're so fucking beautiful." He pulled free from my mouth and bent down to capture my lips in a passionate, rough kiss. "So. Fucking. Beautiful."

  And then he swept me right up off the floor and tossed me onto the bed. Bouncing on the mattress, I squealed with shock but then giggled as Sergei crawled over me, pinning me to the bed and kissing me into submission. Closing my eyes, I reveled in the wicked sensations he evoked with his masterful hands and mouth. He nibbled and kissed and licked all the wonderfully sensitive spots on my body until I was panting and clutching at him.

  Sitting back on his heels, Sergei reached for the box of condoms and ripped into them. He grabbed a strip, tore one package free and split open the foil wrapper. "Open your legs."

  Swallowing hard, I did as instructed, parting my thighs for him and letting him gaze upon the dewy, womanly center of me. His massive cock stood at attention, the ruddy tip point right at me. He ran his hands over his shaft and cupped his sac before rolling on the condom. Scooting between my legs, he put his hands on my inner thighs and pushed them even farther apart. "Show me where you want my cock, Bianca."

  Embarrassed, I hissed, "Sergei!"

  "Show me where you want my cock—or else I'll choose and you might not like it as much."

  Gulping at the idea of his thick penis intruding into the one spot I had never let any man touch, I hurriedly reached down to touch my pussy. "I want you here."

  "Let me see. Open yourself to me."

  Lightheaded with desire, I separated the slick, hot petals of my sex to show him exactly where I wanted that big dick of his. "Here. Sergei, I want you right here."

  Gripping the base of his shaft, my Russian lover pulled the fat crown of his cock between my labia. Flashbacks of our naughty play on the table this morning popped before my eyes. I wondered if I would ever be able to have a bowl of cereal there without thinking of the dirty things this unbelievably passionate man had done to me.

  "Unnhhh." I moaned loudly when Sergei finally thrust into me. My pussy had never taken anything so big, and it protested the sudden invasion of his monster-sized shaft. My hands flew to his chest as he bore down on me. "Wait! Oh! Wait!"

  Sergei went still. Concern darkened his face. "Am I hurting you?"

  I shook my head and bit my lower lip. Sliding my hands to his shoulders, I pulled him down for a kiss. "Easy," I pleaded. "Just go easy."

  "Anything you want," he whispered and claimed a loving kiss. Rocking slowly, he thrust deeper, then retreated and thrust into me again. He took his time, increasing his pace and force gradually.

  Our foreheads touched, and he let loose a needful groan. "Baby, you're so fucking tight. It's killing me." His tongue tangled with mine. "So good."

  I didn't think I would ever get tired of hearing Sergei call me his baby. Clutching his shoulders, I wrapped my thighs around him and held on tight for the ride of my life. He snapped those trim hips of his and ran his hands over my breasts. When he pinched my nipple, I cried out and arched up against him. "Oh!"

  He buried in his face in the curve of my neck and whispered my name. His hand traveled down to my belly to the spot where our bodies were joined. He framed my clit between two fingers and stimulated the throbbing nub until I shattered beneath him. Head thrown back, I howled and shuddered with utter ecstasy. "Sergei!"

  His lips dragged along my neck and across my cheek before settling against mine. Still thrusting into me, he fucked my mouth with his tongue, mimicking the way our bodies undulated together atop the bed. Just as I started to come down from my orgasmic high, he tore away from my mouth and began to rub my clit faster. "Again, Bianca. Come for me again."

  I tried to brush away his hand. I was so sensitive, and his swirling fingers made me tremble and gasp. "I can't."

  "You can." He nibbled my lower lip. "Come, Bianca. Squeeze me with your pussy and come."

  Staring into his dark eyes, I realized how completely he controlled me. Here, in my bedroom, I seemed to be totally at his mercy. There was nothing I wouldn't do for him, especially not when he commanded me in that baritone voice of hiss.

  God, everything he did to me just felt so good. My body hummed beneath his. Those swirling fingertips pushed me right over the edge again. My thighs tensed as he pounded into me. His cock stretched and filled me and brought me to a mind-blowing climax. "Sergei!"

  He rocked into me until I sagged against the bed, limp and boneless and unable to move—but he wasn’t done with me yet. Withdrawing from me, Sergei fell onto his back, reached over and hauled me right on top of him. I gasped when he gripped my hips and pushed me into the position he wanted.

  Suddenly anxious about my weight, I shook my head. "No, I'm too heavy. This isn't a good—"

  He popped my backside with both hands, his flattened palms cracking my bottom. "Hush."

  "Ow!"

  He soothed the sting with his loving hands. "I'm a big man, Bianca. I can take everything you give me." He thrust up into my slick, wet heat. "Woman, you were made for a man like me."

  Heart racing, I gazed into his sincere face and realized he meant every word of it. He grasped my ass in both hands, pulled me forward and then pushed me back on his lap. "Fuck me, Bianca. It's your turn to make me come."

  Without any experience in this position, I moved awkwardly at first. Sergei seemed to sense that I needed some help so he guided my movements with his strong hands. It didn't take me long to figure out what he liked. I grew more confident in my abilities and rode his cock like a damned cowgirl.

  Beneath me, Sergei groaned and massaged my bottom. When his finger drifted between my cheeks, I tensed, my pussy clutching at his cock as he brushed a part of me that had never been breached.

  "Haven't you ever—?"

  "No!" I interrupted him before he could even finish that thought. "And don't get any dirty ideas, Sergei. You are not putting your—"

  "Cock?"

  "Yes."

  "In this perfect, tight ass?"

  "No!"

  He shot me one of those sinfully mischievous smiles. "We'll see."

  "No, we won't."

  "Later," he said and sat up to kiss me. "Right now, I'm more interested in coming inside this sweet pink cunt of yours."

  "Sergei!" I couldn't believe the way he said the word with such ease. Yet I couldn't deny how freaking hot it sounded and how much I loved the things he did to me.

  "Give my mouth something else to do, and I'll stop using these dirty words that make you blush." He hugged me tight and flicked his tongue to mine. With his cock fully sheathed in my channel, we traded erotically charged kisses until we were both panting and shaking.

  Sergei fell back to the bed and thrust u
p into me again. Planting his feet on the mattress, he cradled my bottom with his bent legs and started to jackhammer my pussy. Mouth agape, I cried out again and again as he showed me exactly what his magnificently toned body could do.

  I hadn't expected to climax again, but Sergei ripped a shockingly unanticipated orgasm from me just seconds before he thrust up into me so hard it nearly bucked me off his lap. With those steely arms encircling me, he growled my name and jerked beneath me while he enjoyed his release.

  Sweating and huffing, we collapsed together in the center of my bed. Sergei brushed the damp strands of hair from my face and kissed me sweetly. We smiled at each other and enjoyed a few moments of afterglow. When he pulled away from me and headed for the bathroom, I rolled onto my side and enjoyed the view of his fine, taut ass. Giggling like a fool, I tried to convince myself that this wasn't a dream and that he actually belonged to me.

  He picked up the destroyed box of condoms, switched off the lamps and rejoined me in bed a few minutes later. I hadn't missed the way he had taken the side of the bed between me and the door. The old school action of placing his body between mine and any danger assured me he had probably checked every door and window in the house while I showered. It seemed he meant every word about protecting me and keeping me safe.

  Despite having just made love to me, Sergei didn't seem satisfied with merely cuddling until we fell asleep. In the darkness, he caressed my body and kissed me until I vibrated with desire. His cock didn't remain sated long. The blazing hot length of it nudged my belly and rubbed against my thigh.

  When I heard him slapping around on the bedside table for the strip of condoms he had placed there, I couldn't help but laugh. "Sergei! We just had sex. You can't seriously want to go again."

  "You'll be lucky if I let you get four hours of sleep tonight."

  "I thought you were going running with Vivian in the morning. Don't you need to rest?"

  The crinkly tear of the wrapper echoed in the stillness of my bedroom. "I'd rather be buried deep in your pussy than get an extra hour of sleep. Now come here."

  "No!" I playfully tried to evade his clutching paws, but Sergei easily won the mock battle. Giggling, I pushed against his chest, but it was impossible to move his solid frame. He swooped down for a kiss, his face highlighted by the moonlight streaming through my wooden blinds, but I turned my face at the last second, denying his prize. "No way! I'm tired."