Un-fucking-believable. In my entire life I’ve never had sex without a condom. I lost myself entirely inside of you without one twice. That makes what happened last night both the best sex I’ve ever had, and the most intimate. Imagine my surprise when I woke up this morning to find that you snuck away in the middle of the night and left me a note like I was some one night stand that you fucked after too many drinks at a bar.”
Yikes. It would appear that I’ve seriously pissed him off. I hem and haw for a moment, trying to think of what to say.
Finally I take a deep breath and just blurt out, “Dante, honestly. You and I both know perfectly well that last night was a mistake. I got up and got my ass out of there to avoid this” I say as I gesture between us.
“This tension is exactly what I don’t want. I apologize that the note wasn’t very personal, but I didn’t know what to say or what to do and…”
He’s across the room in a flash, and he cups my face in his hands. I watch in a daze as he tilts my head and covers my mouth with his. With infinite care, he maneuvers me to my bed and lays me down without ever breaking the kiss.
It’s slow, passionate and unbelievably sensual. When he lifts his head I groan in annoyance and try to pull him back to me, but he shakes his head.
His eyes are locked on to mine, and he rubs the bottom of my lip with his thumb. My god, he literally takes my breath away.
“Rina, I don't think last night was a mistake. Don’t ever say that again. You aren’t some random fuck. I’ve never ever had sex with someone in my home. You’re different. For me, once was not enough. Can you honestly tell me it was for you? If so, I’ll leave now and we don’t need to talk about it again.”
Wow. He’s reacting a lot differently than I had anticipated. I can see that he wants me to answer his question, but I hardly know what to say. I finally ask the only thing that’s going through my mind. “What do you see happening here Dante? I need to know what I’d be getting in to.”
He sighs as he rolls on to his back and stares at the ceiling. After a minute he rolls to his side and props himself up on his arm so he can look down at me.
“I want us to do more of what we did last night, a lot more. But I need to be straight with you. I don’t want a traditional relationship, nor do I want a girlfriend. I never want to get married. If that’s a deal breaker for you, I’ll back off. But if you agree, let’s see this through, until we agree that we don’t want each other anymore.”
I’m in hell. No matter what happens now, the situation has changed forever. If I say no, it will always hang over us. If I say yes, who knows what will happen.
Selfishly, I want to continue. I adore this man, and these memories could last me forever. I don’t think sex will ever be this good with anyone else. But I need to find a way to protect my heart, and I know it.
No man was measuring up to him before last night. What are the chances they will after?
He’s staring at me like I’m a box he’s afraid to open. I get it… he feels similar anxiety to my own, just for a different reason. He’s worried I won’t say yes. I’m worried about what happens either way.
Finally I realize that no matter the decision, I’m screwed. We’ve crossed the Rubicon. There is no putting the genie back in the bottle.
I decide to do it. I’m throwing caution to the wind and taking the option that gives me the right to touch him for however long it lasts. Of course there’s going to be a price. That was a given the second he slid inside of me last night. I need to do this. I’ll deal with the fallout later.
Sitting up, I see his face fall. He thinks I’m saying no. I shake my head at him as I swing myself over so that I’m
Yikes. It would appear that I’ve seriously pissed him off. I hem and haw for a moment, trying to think of what to say.
Finally I take a deep breath and just blurt out, “Dante, honestly. You and I both know perfectly well that last night was a mistake. I got up and got my ass out of there to avoid this” I say as I gesture between us.
“This tension is exactly what I don’t want. I apologize that the note wasn’t very personal, but I didn’t know what to say or what to do and…”
He’s across the room in a flash, and he cups my face in his hands. I watch in a daze as he tilts my head and covers my mouth with his. With infinite care, he maneuvers me to my bed and lays me down without ever breaking the kiss.
It’s slow, passionate and unbelievably sensual. When he lifts his head I groan in annoyance and try to pull him back to me, but he shakes his head.
His eyes are locked on to mine, and he rubs the bottom of my lip with his thumb. My god, he literally takes my breath away.
“Rina, I don't think last night was a mistake. Don’t ever say that again. You aren’t some random fuck. I’ve never ever had sex with someone in my home. You’re different. For me, once was not enough. Can you honestly tell me it was for you? If so, I’ll leave now and we don’t need to talk about it again.”
Wow. He’s reacting a lot differently than I had anticipated. I can see that he wants me to answer his question, but I hardly know what to say. I finally ask the only thing that’s going through my mind. “What do you see happening here Dante? I need to know what I’d be getting in to.”
He sighs as he rolls on to his back and stares at the ceiling. After a minute he rolls to his side and props himself up on his arm so he can look down at me.
“I want us to do more of what we did last night, a lot more. But I need to be straight with you. I don’t want a traditional relationship, nor do I want a girlfriend. I never want to get married. If that’s a deal breaker for you, I’ll back off. But if you agree, let’s see this through, until we agree that we don’t want each other anymore.”
I’m in hell. No matter what happens now, the situation has changed forever. If I say no, it will always hang over us. If I say yes, who knows what will happen.
Selfishly, I want to continue. I adore this man, and these memories could last me forever. I don’t think sex will ever be this good with anyone else. But I need to find a way to protect my heart, and I know it.
No man was measuring up to him before last night. What are the chances they will after?
He’s staring at me like I’m a box he’s afraid to open. I get it… he feels similar anxiety to my own, just for a different reason. He’s worried I won’t say yes. I’m worried about what happens either way.
Finally I realize that no matter the decision, I’m screwed. We’ve crossed the Rubicon. There is no putting the genie back in the bottle.
I decide to do it. I’m throwing caution to the wind and taking the option that gives me the right to touch him for however long it lasts. Of course there’s going to be a price. That was a given the second he slid inside of me last night. I need to do this. I’ll deal with the fallout later.
Sitting up, I see his face fall. He thinks I’m saying no. I shake my head at him as I swing myself over so that I’m
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