Chapter 15
My winter fat is finally gone, and now I have spring rolls.
— Text from Keely to Dima
DIMA
A fire was lit in my soul when she’d told me why she wasn’t sure she wanted kids, but only because she didn’t think they could be protected.
Just the idea of a child of ours being susceptible to anything dangerous—especially some of the things that she’d gone through—was enough to send me reeling.
I wasn’t lying when I shared that I’d never wanted kids before.
What kind of father could I be?
A terrible one?
I mean, talk about setting a bad example.
But the thought of her denying an urge so innate to her being because she wasn’t sure she could protect them felt like sandpaper against my heart.
It rubbed the wrong way, and I didn’t want her to ever feel like she couldn’t have something she wanted.
And if I had to go against my own fears and give her a dream, I’d do it. If only to see her happy.
That was literally all it took to change my entire outlook on life.
“ When I say that nothing will ever happen to our child, I mean it,” I promised, sincerity staining my gravelly voice. “ Other than medically, which I have no control over, I’d never allow any harm to come to him or her. As long as there is breath inside of my body, there’s literally nothing that I wouldn’t protect our child from.”
Her green eyes studied mine for so long that I worried that she wasn’t getting the message.
But then she smashed her mouth down onto mine and said, “ I love you, Dima .”
Four words that had enough power to knock me off my feet.
Love .
Honestly , I wasn’t sure that I ever would know that kind of feeling, but in that moment, I realized that I’d been feeling it all along.
I loved her with a ferocity that likely should’ve scared her.
“ I hate to tell you this, because I know it’ll unlock something inside of me that you’ll never get put back inside of its box again, but I love you, too,” I said as I curled my hands around her neck and pulled her in close. “ God help you.”
She snickered and said, “ God and me have been on the outs since my dad started abusing me. I don’t think there’s any help for me now.”
My eyes closed as I took her mouth in a desperate kiss.
Her body moved forward, and my cock that’d been nestled between us, hard as a rock but contained, slipped free of its confines.
Neither her hands nor mine moved as she angled her hips and took me inside.
There wasn’t a single hitch as her pussy sheathed my cock in one maddening glide.
The water started to drown me for a long second as my head fell back directly into the spray of the shower, but before I could see my life flash behind my eyes, her hand was in my hair, and she was yanking my mouth back to hers.
Her teeth caught my lip and bit down, causing me to buck beneath her.
The giggle she let out as she was sprayed in the face by the showerhead had me twisting us until the water was at her back, and my back and side were now against the wall.
“ I can’t believe you have a bench big enough to do this in your shower,” she said as she gyrated her hips.
“ It wasn’t me,” I said. “ I’ll have to thank Brecken’s brothers for it,” I teased as I smoothed my hand over her backside to the seam of her ass.
Her eyes widened when my fingers brushed her back entrance.
But what I noticed was that she didn’t balk.
She licked her lips, though.
Oh , and her pupils dilated.
I brushed it again as I bucked my hips underneath her and watched her reaction.
Want .
Need .
Anticipation .
Oh , she wanted my finger there all right.
I didn’t need her to say a word as I pressed a bit harder on her entrance and the tip of my finger popped inside.
She drew in a deep breath and pushed back against my finger, urging me in deeper.
I worked her with that finger for a long minute, making sure to monitor her every move as I did, making sure that she was completely okay with what I was doing.
Only when I was sure she was ready did I go from one finger to two.
And that was when she detonated.
Falling apart in my arms, she buried her face into my neck and cried out with her release.
I left my fingers inside of her until she was done shaking and clenching on me.
When she pulled herself back up, her eyes partially glazed in pleasure, I said, “ I want to bury my cock into your ass so bad.”
She opened her mouth and closed it.
I knew what she wanted to say, but there was a block that was keeping her from saying it.
“ Would you like my cock in your ass, baby?” I asked carefully.
She nodded her head.
That one act nearly sent me over the edge, and only my absolute lockdown on my control had me regaining it.
I wanted to come in her ass.
I wanted to come everywhere and claim every single orifice she had as mine.
“ I , um, have coconut oil right there,” she whispered.
I glanced up to the bottle of oil I’d bought for her for my shower, one identical to the one she had in her own shower at home, and said, “ Grab it.”
She lifted off of me only minutely to reach for the coconut oil on the ledge above our heads and then sank back down.
Again , I had to yank on my control and force it to listen to me as she settled back into place, my cock buried deep.
“ I’ll have to buy you a new tub of it,” I said as I pulled my fingers from her ass then dipped them into the oil.
She watched, wide-eyed, as I returned my oil-slick fingers from the jar to behind her.
Her fingers focused on a single drop of the oil that’d fallen onto my chest and began to leak down into the crease of my armpit, and she started to work it in with tiny circles of her index finger.
She closed her eyes when my fingers once again met her back entrance, and I followed the same pattern that her finger was making on my chest.
I studied her face as I started with one finger.
When she moved to two, I moved to two.
I followed her lead, only moving to three when she bit her lip and slipped the third finger into the crease of my arm.
“ Get my cock slick with it,” I urged when she finally came to a stop, panting and quivering.
She lifted off of me and reached for the oil with her own fingers, getting just enough not to be wasteful as she brought her slick fingers to my cock and oiled me down.
I kept my fingers where they were but kept them completely still.
It didn’t need much at all, thanks to her come already coating my cock, and it took her no time at all to lather me up and get me ready.
“ You hold the reins, ma’am,” I teased as I slowly pulled my fingers out.
She hovered over my erect cock, and I held it there, waiting for her to ease herself down onto it.
She locked eyes with mine, and started to lower herself, eyes holding mine.
When the fat head of my cock met her entrance, I said, “ My cock head is wider than the base.” “ Once you get past…”
I lost my train of thought when she started to push me inside of her.
My eyes threatened to close, and only the excitement of seeing her face when I finally breached her fully kept them open.
“ There you go, baby girl,” I replied hoarsely. “ You’re almost there.”
I could feel her getting closer onto my hand, and knew I could let go now, but it felt intimate having my hand that close to her pussy.
I wasn’t going to waste her nearness.
“ Almost there,” I gritted out. “ Just a little bit more.”
Her breaths were coming in pants, her chest rising and falling like she was running a marathon.
“ It’s really full,” she paused, her thighs quivering. “ Are you sure…”
I used my clean hand to move around her hip. Resting my palm on her hip, I stretched my thumb out to catch her clit, and slowly started to draw circles around the bundle of nerves.
“ Oh ,” she breathed, her body going down despite her earlier reluctance not to ease any lower.
The head of my cock popped in, and I saw stars.
Hot .
Tight .
“ Fuuuuckkkk ,” I groaned, unable to help myself.
“ Oh .” Her “oh” was altogether different this time when she started to go lower and lower and lower.
When her ass met my thighs, her face was filled with wonder.
And anticipation.
“ There .” She breathed. “ This feels good.”
I was happy, because I was ten seconds away from coming, and that was only if she stayed still.
If she moved…
She moved.
Up and down.
Just the smallest of amounts.
And I started coming.
It wasn’t my finest moment.
Eyes closing, my abs contracted as I released my come deep inside her.
Hot pulses of it splashed inside of her, and I could do nothing but feel as I gave it all to her.
“ Did you just…” she asked, eyes wide when I finally opened mine.
I laughed and pulled her to me, her tits pressing against my face as I said, “ Can’t say that I have the most control with you.”
“ Oh .” She seemed disappointed, like she was fully expecting me to pull out of her and not finish her off.
But like it was abnormal for me to come so fast, it was also abnormal in the way I didn’t go down. Not even a little bit.
I was still just as hard now as I was when we’d started this.
“ Not so fast,” I said when she went to pull away.
“ What are you…” she gasped when I flipped us and deposited her onto her back, her legs high in the air over my shoulder. “ Dima !”
Goddamn , I really needed to thank those brothers for designing this bathroom with such a wide bench in the shower.
“ You ready to move yet, pretty girl?” I asked.
She licked her lips, then nodded, her excitement finding its way back.
“ Yes ,” she breathed.
“ Your command is my…” I pulled out and thrust back in deep. “ Pleasure .”
I fucked her hard, not holding anything back, keeping my eyes on her face for any signs of discomfort, or even the slightest twinge of unease.
My balls started to grow heavy again, but this time, I was able to hold it at bay.
Lifting her up off the bench, her ass in the air with her knees locked between my chest and forearm, I gloried in the sound of our skin slapping.
We were both sweaty and crying out by the time that she came—all without my finger on her clit.
She screamed out, and I knew had I not had excellent soundproofing, her brother who was next door would’ve heard and come running.
It sounded like she was dying, like I was killing her.
And maybe I was.
Because I was certainly killing myself.
“ Fuck !” I roared, bending her in half with my need to get deeper.
When I finally got my wits about me, I reversed us so that she was on top again and allowed my arms to flop to encircle her as I tried and failed to catch my breath.
“ Wow ,” she breathed. “ I didn’t know it could be like that.”
I swallowed hard as I opened my eyes and studied the crown molding above my head. Why the shower had crown molding, I didn’t know.
I also didn’t know I had crown molding…
“ I didn’t, either,” I admitted.
She leaned up onto a forearm in my chest and said, “ Have you ever…”
Have I ever had anal sex before?
“ No …” I hesitated. “ I’ve done other things…but never that.”
Never wanted to.
It seemed like too much work.
“ Good ,” she breathed. “ I’m glad that I could get that with you alone for the first time.”
I grinned. “ I’ve never in my life come so hard twice in a row like that. I think you might have to just sit there before I clean you up.”
She giggled and got off of me, my wet cock flopping pitifully to my belly, still hard and wet.
“ This shower is amazing. And the water is still hot!” she said as she backed away.
I watched the sway of her hips, and wondered if I was defective.
It wasn’t normal not to go down for an hour…right?
I fucked her again five minutes later.
And again in the bed when we were still completely wet, causing us to have to change the sheets after.
Finally , my cock went down once she fell asleep, and I told myself I’d never survive if we didn’t get this under control…