MAKE YOU MINE

His erection was thick and hard, pulsing with need, and Dimitri was almost losing control just at the thought of having Kelly’s lips on him, about him, in that intimate way.

He was breathing hard as he finally raised his head.

“Touch me, Kelly. For God’s sake, touch me!” he said hoarsely

Kelly immediately obeyed his plea, moving a caressing hand down the tautness of his muscled abdomen until she could cup the hardness between his thighs, instantly feeling the way his arousal, so long and thick, leapt eagerly, hotly, against her hand.

Dimitri reached between them to open his belt and push his trousers down his hips, his arousal jutting forward eagerly as Kelly’s fingers closed about him and the soft pad of her thumb touched and stroked him until he hardened even further.

Kelly moaned softly at this physical evidence of Dimitri’s arousal. He was steel encased in velvet, the blood pulsing fiercely, hotly, as he swelled beneath her questing hand.

Her own body was wound so tight she felt as if there was a coiled spring inside waiting for release, and she offered no resistance when Dimitri reached between them once again, this time to pull her shirt down even further and to push her skirt upward so it formed a ring around her waist. With he swift movement he reached out and slid her lacy panties out of the way.

Kelly’s legs parted invitingly and she continued to touch and caress Dimitri as he thrust rhythmically into her encircling fingers.

“Baby, I’m going to make a mess if you don’t stop now!” he groaned, and he reached down to remove her hand, instead pushing her so she would lie on the desk, nudging her legs apart so that he go down onto his knees between them to look down at her nakedness.

A burst of self-consciousness flared inside her chest, and she fought not to edge backward, away from his hot gaze. But as if he’d read her intentions, Dimitri cupped her hip, preempting any movement she might’ve made to hide.

“You are so beautiful. When a man stands before beauty like yours, there’s only one position he’s supposed to be in,” he murmured. Slowly, he lowered himself to his knees, tipping his head back to continue to meet her gaze.

“You deserve to be worshiped.” He swept his lips across her stomach. “And pleasured.” Another sweep, but over the top of her sex. Heat coiled tight, and her core clenched at the tantalizing caress. “Give me permission to give you that.”Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

It might’ve emerged as an order, but he wouldn’t continue without her go-ahead. She somehow knew that. She moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue, her hips rising in invitation.

“Yes,” she breathed, tunneling her fingers through his hair. Holding on tight. Big, elegant hands brushed up her calves and thighs, and she wondered at the calluses adding a hint of roughness to the caress. But then she ceased thinking at all.

She cried out, her startled gaze rising to Dimitri as she felt his hand glide smoothly along her inner thigh. She could see the dark passion in his eyes as he looked down at her bared thighs, knowing by the wild gleam in them, and the flush beneath his hard cheekbones, how aroused that made him feel.

Kelly cried out again as he touched lightly between her thighs. She was so swollen there, so aching and aroused that she knew herself to be balanced on the very edge of climax.

Dimitri’s gaze was hot, scorching, as he felt Kelly’s instant response when he slowly parted the silky curls, baring that pulsing nub. He used one finger to lightly stroke around, above and below that arousal, without quite touching it, drawing out Kelly’s pleasure as she groaned and whimpered and writhed her hips in search of that caressing finger.

Dimitri pushed her legs even wider apart so that he might caress her lower still, instantly feeling how she opened for him as he stroked the swollen entrance and found her hot and slick with need, her hips arching upwards in a plea for release.

A soft scream escaped her parted lips as he dipped the tip of his finger inside her wet and creamy tightness, her muscles convulsing greedily about him, the soft panting of her breath telling him how very close she was to exploding.

“Not yet, sugar!” Dimitri said as he slowly withdrew his finger to resume his playful caresses.

Around. Above. Below. Never quite touching… He continued those tantalizing caresses even as he stood and lowered his head to her bare breast, once again drawing hungrily on her nipple, groaning low in his throat as he felt Kelly’s hands become entangled in his hair as she held him to her.

“Please, Dimitri!‟ she cried out restlessly, desperately, as her fingers tightened painfully in his hair.” Please…!”

“Say it again, Kelly” Dimitri groaned against the moist heat of her nipple. “Say my name, damn it!”

“Dimitri…?” she breathed raggedly.

“Yes!” he rasped, “Say it, Kelly. Say it!”

“Dimitri… Oh!”

Her cries became a gasping litany as Dimitri kissed his way slowly down the flatness of her stomach, over the smoothness of her hips, until he reached those damp, fiery curls between her legs, when that cry became another scream as he placed his lips about her and then stroked his skilled tongue against the throbbing center of her desire.

His lips… His tongue… They were voracious. Feasting on her, leaving no part of her unexplored, untouched. Long, luxurious swirls, decadent and wicked laps and sucks… He drove her insane with pleasure.

He spread her wider, hooking her leg over one of his wide shoulders, granting himself easier access.

Like a ravenous beast, he growled against her sensitive, wet sex, and the vibration shoved her closer to the edge of release. Kelly arched up to that stroking tongue as ecstasy ripped through every part of her, threatening to shatter her into a million pieces.

“You’re so fucking sweet,” he rasped, nuzzling her. He uttered the words almost as if to himself, and with one palm molded to her behind, he dragged the other up the inside of her spread thighs.

Then he was filling her. Two fingers plunged inside her, and like a match struck to dry kindling, she sparked, flared, exploded into flames. Dimly, she caught his rough encouragement of “That’s it, baby. That’s it.”