Page 32 of The CEO

I wouldn’t be opposed to watching her, but I decided to do that another time. Stepping inside, I sat down on the other end to give her room to relax. I stretched my legs out with Pria’s legs in the middle of mine. “I wouldn’t mind watching you and pleasuring myself, but I’d much rather be inside of you or have those perfect lips of your around my cock.”

Pria’s cheeks pinked up, but I saw her eyes darken.

“I’d like to taste you.” She stopped abruptly.

“But?” I knew there was more, but I had no idea what it could possibly be.

Pria huffed and splashed water at me. Instead of retaliating I waited patiently knowing she’d eventually tell me. Pria Wang might get embarrassed, but she wasn’t a coward.

“We’ve already discussed how large you are and it’s kind of annoying we have to do it again. I mean really your ego doesn’t need to be any bigger than it already is.”

“What are you…” Then what she was saying finally occurred to me. “Are you very experienced in giving head?”

“I’ve given plenty but with something much smaller.”

I hated how much it pissed me off hearing of another man’s cock in her mouth. The thought of her pretty pink lips wrapped around some other guy’s member made me want to hunt him down and kill him. But I also loved knowing he was tiny and hadn’t pleased her in bed in any way. That pleasure was all mine.

“So, you’re afraid it won’t all fit? I can assure you that it won’t. You use your hand and mouth. I won’t shove it down your throat no matter how much I may want to. I’m also not into gagging women with my cock. I don’t want to see your tears.” I didn’t want to see Pria’s tears, I had, in fact, made women take me down their throats and watched tears slipped down their cheeks without my usual response to a woman crying. I knew it was different, but still, I couldn’t do it to Pria unless she begged me to. If she begged I would never deny her.

“I’ve only ever been with Chinese men.” Why was she telling me this? “In our culture, we don’t talk about sex with our parents or our partners. While I may have thought I was experienced before you got me in your bed, I now know I am not.” She bit her bottom lip before she slipped under the water.

I tried to wait for her to come up and finish what she was saying, but Pria either could hold her breath for an extremely long time or she was trying to drown herself so she didn’t have to finish talking. I gave her another couple of seconds before I scooped her out of the water and into my lap.

“What the hell, Pria? Would you rather die than tell me whatever it was you were going to say?”

She wiped the water out of her eyes and then looked me square in the eye. “I may not seem shy and I’m not, but I’m not accustomed to speaking this way. It’s a lot for me. If I’m doing something wrong, I want you to show me how to do it the right way. I don’t want to disappoint you.”

My heart actually ached from her words. Had I somehow made Pria feel as if anything she had done wasn’t wonderful?Because every single sexual experience with her had been great. More than great. If I was honest with myself, it was the best I’d experienced with anyone. I wasn’t sure how, but we were perfect together sexually.

Pria dipped low in the water and started to giggle. Her eyes dancing with mischief.

I felt my brows pull down in confusion. “What’s so funny?”

“I don’t know how a man can look simultaneously uncomfortable and aroused at the same time.”

“Is that how I look?” Pria nodded, giggling. I looked down through the water at my erection. “No bubbles lead to transparency and I like what I see.”

“So do I. Have you ever taken a bath?” She started to rub her hand up and down my calf. The feeling of her hands on me was nice and relaxing.

“Everyone’s taken a bath in their life.” My tone was terse. I didn’t want to go down that road, but obviously, Pria didn’t hear it or chose to ignore it.

“When was the last time you took a bath?”

“I don’t know,” I answered annoyed even though I knew exactly when it was. Murphy had gotten sick. Too sick for my parents to have time to even give me a bath and demanded I start taking showers.

“Okay, that’s fine. I can distinctly remember the day I stopped and started taking showers. Although we always put our feet in the tub to wash our feet before bed if we didn’t bathe.”

Weird.

“Don’t give me that look.” She splashed water at me again. “Have you ever taken a bath with a woman before?”

“If I had, do you think I’d look so uncomfortable?”

“I don’t know.” She closed her eyes and continued to rub my leg. “You might if it had been a bad experience, but I’m going tostop asking you questions about it and say you haven’t taken a bath with anyone before. I like being a first for you.”

So did I.

I relaxed back as well now that she promised to stop asking questions. “I’m putting bubbles on the next shopping list.”

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