Page 67 of Dance with Me
“What do you think about?” he demanded.
Her eyes cracked open a fraction, and her hand didn’t stop. “What?”
“What do you think about when I’m fucking you?”
She closed her eyes and moaned. Her body gave a little jerk against him. She was close.
He put his mouth to her ear and sucked on the lobe. Then he breathed out, in a low, deep rumble,“Natasha.”
“Nothing!” The word was half sob, half scream. Her body shivered again, and her legs tightened around him, her pelvis pumping to meet his thrusts. “Nothing. That’s why . . .”
“Why what?” He slowed his pace, pulling out and only giving her half thrusts. “Why what,Kroshka?”
She tried to pull him closer with her strong legs, but he resisted. Her voice was half sob, half gasp. “That’s why I love fucking you so much. You make my brain turn off.”
It wasn’t how he wanted to hear that word from her, but hell, he’d take it. He slammed into her, and she cried out, tightening around him. He gritted his teeth and bent his knees, changing the angle.
“Make yourself come.” He dipped his head to close his lips around one pert nipple, rolling it with his tongue.
She gasped something in Spanish he didn’t catch, and arched her back.
He lifted his head. “What was that?”
“Duro. Harder.”
He didn’t know if she meant his mouth or his cock, so he doubled his efforts on both counts, sucking harder on her tit and thrusting even deeper. She gripped his shoulder with one hand and rewarded him with a series of high-pitched moans that made his balls draw up tight.
When he switched to her other breast and laved the nipple with his tongue, she shattered. Her whole body jerked against him. Spasms rippled through her, squeezing his dick. He gave himself over to her pleasure, pumping into her in short, hard thrusts as his own orgasm roared through him and threatened to bring him to his knees.
They leaned against the wall of the pool, catching their breaths together as they sank into the water up to their necks. Dimitri pressed his face into her throat, not caring that they were sticky with sweat, sunscreen, and pool water. He just wanted to be close to her, to feel her heartbeat against his cheek.
Her shoulders lifted, and she let out a deep sigh.
“Fine,” she said in a small voice. “I’ll tell you.”
Since she was opening up to him, it was only fair he do the same. He ran his hands up and down her arms, enjoying the mix of hot skin and cool water. “Nothing you say could change my feelings for you.”
“We’ll see about that,” she muttered under her breath.
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After they climbed out of the pool and cleaned up, they slid naked into the hot tub and turned on the jets. Dimitri sat beside her but kept his distance.
Natasha was quiet for a while. He waited, giving her space to collect her thoughts. If he pulled her into his arms now, would she let him? He didn’t try it. Instead, he rested a hand on her shoulder and caressed gently. It seemed like a good compromise. He wanted to touch her, and to let her know he was there, but he didn’t want to crowd her.
Finally, she lifted her chin and met his gaze. “No one else knows about any of this.”
“But you’re telling me.”
She nodded.
He shifted closer, drawn by anticipation. “Why?”
She turned away, looking out over the rest of the yard. No grass—too many droughts for that—but a multitude of plants that did well in the dry Southern California weather. Mostly succulents and other desert plants, like agave and cactus, with some avocado and orange trees. When he’d bought this place, he’d wanted a backyard, thinking of the big parties his uncle had thrown for every family event once he moved to a bigger house in New Jersey. So far, he’d yet to have one, though Nik had invited people over a lot when he lived here.
Natasha cleared her throat. “There’s stuff . . . I’m not ashamed, but I’m not proud, either. Ever since I decided I wanted to be a dancer, I’ve been struggling to prove I could do it. Not dancing—I know I can do that—but to actually make a living off it.”
The struggle of all creatives—to do the work, and pay the bills. He was familiar with it. “Living the dream.”
