6. ANDREY

Chapter 6

ANDREY

I finish my call to Urie and remember I hadn't put clean towels or a shirt in the bathroom for Bella. While I was on the phone, Helen delivered a bottle of champagne and two flutes. I get the towels and shirt from the closet beside the bathroom. I knock on the door, but there's no answer. I put my ear to the door, and I can hear the shower on, but I hear Bella moan.

My immediate thought is that she's fallen on the fucking slippery tile floor that I've been trying to get redone in the bathroom. I didn't get a chance to warn her about it. I knock again and call a little louder, but there's no reply. I hear her moan again, only this time a little louder. I twist the handle—the door isn't locked. Then I hear an even louder moan. I'm through that door in a matter of seconds.

I fly into the bathroom, my heart pounding, wondering what's happened to Bella, only to stop and stare at the sight that befalls my eyes, which nearly stops my heart.

My breath catches in my throat, and my cock instantly stands to attention. I know the right thing is to turn away, but I can't. I'm transfixed by the water nymph in my shower. Her wet, shoulder-length dark hair cascades over her shoulder while the water from the shower spills around her like rain. It pelts onto her nipples, which are peaked as they hungrily let the water tease them.

I can see and smell the fresh scent of the vanilla soap that's clutched tightly in her one hand. Her gorgeous body is toned to perfection with her softly rounded tits that I know will fill my palms.

Bella is totally unaware of my presence, and I realize why she's moaning as I watch her play with her neatly trimmed pussy. Circling and teasing her clit as she brings herself to a climax, her eyes are shut, her white teeth clamped on her bottom lip as she throws her head back, surrendering to the pleasure she's brought herself.

She truly is magnificent, and before I can stop myself, her name tears from my lips in the form of a tortured moan. My feet are frozen to the spot when her eyes fly open and meet mine.

Of fuck! Her hazel eyes are dark with passion that quickly turns to shock when she sees me gawking at her like some old pervert. The bar of soap she was clutching in the hand that wasn't teasing her pleasure zone squirts out like a block of cum from her hand. It plops and then slides across the tiled floor.

I shove the shirt and towel aside as I go to get the soap, but Bella goes for it too. Only her feet are wet and slippy from the shower, turning the floor into a slip and slide, sending her on a collision course with me.

A groan escapes me when her body connects to mine, not from the impact but from the shock of feeling her warm, wet body against my hard one. My arms instantly snake out and clamp over her soft, naked hips, and I know there's no going back from this moment.

I've never wanted someone as badly as I do her right now. Her head shoots up to look at me. Our eyes meet and hold. I see a flicker of uncertainty in hers, but it's gone in an instant and replaced by the exact look I saw in her eyes when she'd first opened them—desire.

"Don't look at me like that," I say, my voice husky. "I'm fighting to keep it together here."

"I…" Bella stares at me, and I can feel her nipples hardening against my chest through my shirt, and all I want to do is rip it off so I can feel her flesh against mine. "The shower…" Her eyes haven't left mine, and that's when her cute pink tongue snakes out and licks her lips.

"Oh fuck!" My head dips, my lips crush hers, and one arm clamps around her waist while the other pulls her head closer to me.

I lift her, pulling her legs around my waist. Bella latches onto me. I can feel the strength of her upper thighs, her pussy nestled just above my aching cock.

While our lips are locked in a sensual battle stirring our senses, I walk toward the shower. With one hand, I manage to turn off the taps before swinging her around and placing her ass on the marble countertop.

Our lips part, and she gasps when the cold hits her butt cheeks. Bella's eyes have turned to a deep shade of green and hazy with desire as she stares at me.

My hand cups her jaw, and my thumb traces her lips. She moistens them with her soft tongue, which darts out and catches the tip of my finger.

Bella watches me, not moving, sitting proudly on display. I can see the pulse in her neck racing in time to the rise and fall of her chest, showing off her nearly rounded tits and nipples that are taut with desire. I run my hand down her throat. Bella lifts her chin slightly to give me better access to her graceful neck.

My fingers slide down the middle of her breasts, and a tiny mewl escapes her throat that turns into a soft moan when my hands cup her firm breasts. I was right. They fit perfectly into my palms like they were made for me.

Bella's head tilts back, her breathing deepening while I knead the fleshy mounds, tweaking her sensitive nipples between my forefingers and thumbs. Bella's eyes are closed, and a soft sounds escape her lips.

"Open your eyes, Bella." My voice is soft. "I want to see you."

Her lashes flutter open, and her eyes meet mine. Bella's breathing has shortened, and she watches as I lower my head to swirl my tongue around her nipple. She's so sensitive and responsive to my every flick, suck, and lick of her nipple that my cock already feels like it wants to explode.

But I want to savor every moment of her and tend to the other tit. She thrusts her chest out for me to suck her nipples. Bella bucks her hips and starts to squirm on the counter. My hands leave her boobs to run up her toned thighs.

I part her legs and look at her pussy. I hear her take a breath, feeling her give a slight tilt and soft gasp when my thumbs part her pussy lips.

Fuck she's so wet. My eyes meet her now hooded ones. I can see the need in them.

"What do you want, Bella?" I ask her, allowing my thumb to explore the soft, wet folds of her labia. She swallows. I can see hesitation in them. I gently run my thumb around her clit, and that soft little mewl vibrates in her throat. "Do you like that?"

She nods. "I… I…" Bella clears her throat. Her voice is barely a whisper. "I do."

"How do you like to be touched, Bella?" My cock is taking strain in my pants. My thumb teases her swollen clit, and my tongue is dying to take over from it, to taste her. But something is holding me back. A deep primal need stirs within me that I've never felt with another woman before. I want her to submit to me completely.

She closes her eyes and bites her lip.

I remove my thumb, and her eyes fly open. "I told you not to close your eyes."

"I…" Bella licks her lips, and I can feel her thighs contract and her pelvis move.

I step closer, pushing her legs down so she can't suppress the ache of being touched by squirming or clamping her thighs together. I'm standing between her splayed thighs.

My chinos touch the apex between her legs, letting her feel my rock-hard cock that takes a lot to stop from rubbing against her. She tries to slide closer, but I stop her. My lips find her neck, and I trail soft kisses down it.

"You're so sensitive," I mumble, cupping her face and covering her lips with mine once again. The taste of her lips is intoxicating, and I can only imagine what the rest of her tastes like. She tries to push herself against my hardness, but I stop her. "Tell me what you want, Bella."

I lean back and look into her eyes, freezing when I see the look of uncertainty in them.

"I don't know what I want," Bella whispers. Her eyes fall on my chest. "I've never done this before."

Warning signals start to go off in my head, and I shrink back a little. "You haven't done what before?"

"This." Bella won't meet my eyes and looks down at her hands.

I take a breath, trying to ignore my raging hard-on that's trying to find a way to break free of my pants.

"Having sex in a bathroom with a stranger?" I tease with a smile.

"Sex." Bella's voice is so soft that I'm thinking I didn't hear her right.

My eyes widen in surprise, and I stare at her in disbelief. I just saw her getting herself off in the shower like everything I'd picture the Goddess Venus to be, and she's telling me she's never had sex.

"What are you trying to tell me, Bella?" While I know I should be backing off or at least have been turned off a little, that primal thing inside me grows, as does my desire for her. "That you're still a virgin?"

She raises her chin and squares her shoulders, sitting in front of me stark naked, unabashed by her nudity. Bella looks me in the eyes with defiance, replacing the hazy desire.

"Yes," Bella answers, and I can see gooseflesh popping onto her skin as she starts to get cold, but she doesn't flinch or try to cover up. "I'll understand if that's off-putting. But this is my one night of freedom to do what I want."

"And what is it you want, Bella?" I find myself asking her again. My hands have dropped to my sides, and I watch her, trying my best to ignore her slight shudder as she gets colder.

Her eyes hold mine. I see them darken with desire again. "I came here tonight to experience freedom and desire." She swallows. I can see the defiance flash in her eyes again before she admits, "And right now, I desire you."

A smile lifts my lips, and I hold her gaze, ensuring she sees the reverence in my eyes as I devour her with mine. My hand cups her chin.

"Knowing you're a virgin just makes me want you more." Her honesty touches me. "It just complicates things a little. My family has a lot of parts to it, and they can be ruthless when it comes to business. But when it comes to some things, we are bound by a code of honor and tradition."

The woman is full of surprises and delightful twists that have all but tied me up in knots in the short time I've known her. Right now, I want nothing more than to ignore that code of honor or tradition and be the one to take her to heights no one else has.

But I know, too, that if I take her virginity, I'm not going to want to let her go, nor would my conscience allow it. She is a rare jewel in this new world we live in. And I happen to like rare and beautiful things. I also know I can't fuck her on a countertop for her first time. Even as cold and ruthless as I am, I don't hurt women and children.

When it comes to sex, I like my woman as pleasured as I am. Besides, I'm not only my father's son but also my mother's, and she has high standards and is steeped in traditions.

"You know, Bella, I was raised to believe that taking a woman's virginity is a profound honor. It's a sacred act. It used to be a gift a woman gave her husband on their wedding night."

I stroke her silky thigh before continuing. "It comes with the responsibility of not only awakening the woman to the world of pleasure but also vowing to protect and cherish her for life." My fingers stop at the apex of her legs. "In my world, this act is a beacon of purity and trust, something to be revered, not taken lightly."

I see her eyes widen as she listens to me. "I…" I put my fingers over her lips.

"So, I need you to understand the depth of what we're about to share and be absolutely certain this is what you want. Because once I take your virginity, according to my upbringing, you become mine."

Bella glances away, covering her breasts, and starts to shiver. I reach over and grab the shirt I brought for her, helping her to slide into it as my cock slowly begins to soften. I'm still standing between her legs, trying to fight down the disappointment of her being covered up.

I'm also trying hard to fight the urge to rip it off, lift her off the marble top, and push her down onto my twitching cock to feel her warm wet tightness cover me like a sleeve. I need to get us out of the bathroom before I put her back in the shower with me and probably scare her off sex for life.

"Bella?" She hasn't said a word since I warned her what would happen if I took her virginity. "Are you still with me?"

She gives me a tight smile and nods. "I think I need to get my ass off this hard surface, though. It's starting to go numb."

"We can go have some champagne in the lounge in my office," I suggest to her. "Helen delivered it a little while ago."

Bella nods. I lift her from the counter, letting my body slide against hers, and I feel her pressed against my hard cock as she stands close to me with my hands still on her hips.

We stand like this for a few seconds while I struggle to regain control, which is something I've never struggled with before. Then again, I've never met anyone like Bella. I still don't understand how someone as drop-dead gorgeous as her could still be a virgin.

I know a lot of other men would scoff at it, but I believe her. I knew there was a hint of innocence behind that brave facade of hers.

I swallow, draw in a breath, and step back for her to walk past me. My shirt has never looked so fucking good as it drops to her knees and swallows her. She reaches for her jeans, and I grab her hand to stop her.

"Don't," I say. "My shirt covers enough."

I may have morals about taking a virgin, but that doesn't mean there aren't plenty of other ways to pleasure each other. Like what she was doing when I walked in here and thought she was in pain. Turns out I was the one that ended up in pain.

"But we're going to sit in your office," she points out. "What if someone comes in?"

"They won't," I assure her. "If it makes you feel better, I'll lock the door."

She leaves her pants, and I indicate for her to exit the bathroom. As she turns her back, I adjust my cock into a more comfortable position.

Down boy. No matter which way the night goes, you'll get your turn to come out and play.