MAKE YOU MINE

“And I want to feel you cum for me, I want your muscles clenched around my cock, milking me, making me spill inside you.” Dimitri spoke slowly, his voice husky and calm at the same time. He was tempting her to surrender to him.

Her hand had a mind of its own as it suddenly reached for him, finding his swollen shaft hidden behind the fabric of his pants. She felt how hard he was for her. Before she could enjoy the heat under her palm, he gripped her hand and pulled it away.

“No touching….. at least not yet.”

Her gaze darted to the side, toward the front of the car and his driver. “The divide is soundproof,” he assured her.

Kelly looked into his eyes and was drawn into them, their depth, their beauty. She wanted nothing more than to kiss him, touch him, feel him inside her.

“Kiss me.” She said,

He shook his head and continued touching her. His thumb stroked over her center of pleasure, first very lightly, almost as if by accident. But she knew nothing he did was an accident. While his lips kissed alongside her neck, a neck she offered him without hesitation, his finger slipped into her tight sheath. Slowly and steadily he drove deep, then withdrew. Every time he plunged deeper she tried to hold onto his finger by tightening her muscles, but every time he withdrew, leaving her wanting.

“More.” She didn’t care that she begged. She was beyond foolish pride.

“You like that?” His voice hummed against the indentation at the base of her neck. “Tell me what you want, Kelly.”

She moistened her dry lips. Finally he’d give her what she needed. “More.”

“More of what?” Dimitri withdrew his finger completely.

“Please. More. More fingers. Deeper.” She was unable to form a coherent sentence. All she could think of was the pleasure gave her with his touch.

“Like this, Kelly?” He drove two fingers into her channel.

Kelly bucked against him. “Oh, yes!” Her muscles pulsated around him as she tried to stop him from withdrawing. But she couldn’t prevent him from his intent to leave her bereft.

“How about your clit? Do you want me to touch it?” His hand hovered and she tilted her pelvis toward him. But he pulled back. “You have to ask for it.”

“Dimitri,…. please, touch me.” She would say anything to have his touch back, to have him finish what he’d started.

He didn’t make it easy. “Where?” he asked, clearly enjoying watching her ask him to pleasure her

“Touch my clit.” Her breath was ragged, her voice low.

A second later, Kelly felt his thumb stroke her where she needed it most. She leaned her head against his shoulder, inhaling his male scent. She needed this man. There was no reason to deny it. He awoke everything female in her. When she was near him she felt like a bitch in heat. She was disgusted with herself for her weakness, but she couldn’t fight against it any longer.

Dimitri knew exactly how to touch her, how to create all those delicious sensations that rendered her nearly delirious with pleasure. Without a doubt she wanted him, couldn’t wait to feel his strong body, claim her, brand her. And she knew it was how it would be: a fierce claim, a powerful possession. Because he had the power over her body to make her surrender to him…. Just like before.

And surrender she would, not caring what he would do once she did, as long as his body was there to soothe her need, to fill that gaping void, to quell her thirst for more.

“Make love to me,” she heard her own voice beg.

Dimitri’s eyes darkened, then he made another offer that night, “Then come home with me” he said.

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The garage was private and the elevator he had built in led directly into his apartment.

As soon as he’d pulled Kelly into the elevator and pushed the button to the top floor, he pressed her flat against the wall and sank his hungry lips onto hers.

He meant it when he said he wouldn’t let her go until he’d thoroughly fucked her. And he wasn’t going to waste another damn minute. The elevator was as good a place to start as any. The housekeeper had come by the day before, so he knew even the floor of the elevator was spotless, just in case he decided to make use of it. Maybe he would.

Dimitri crushed her lips with his and dipped into her delicious mouth, searching out her talented tongue. Her response was hard and determined, drawing him into her tantalizing depths. Inviting him, pulling him in, then withdrawing so he would come after her. Playing not hard to get, but hard to keep. A challenge he only too gladly accepted.

He released a sigh and foraged deeper, barely able to breathe, yet unable to stop the kiss. She tasted too sweet, too innocent, when he knew she wasn’t innocent, not by a long shot. Not the way she’d made love to him the night they met or the way she kissed him now.

Kelly’s hands eagerly tugged at his jacket, pushing it off his shoulders with ease. She seemed to like undressing him, and he welcomed it since his body was heating up fast. The eight-by-four-foot space would turn into a sauna shortly, given the body heat they were generating. Just as well, since he was planning on stripping her naked in seconds.

Dimitri liberated her from the dress she still wore, dropping it unceremoniously onto the clean floor. When he pulled her against his chest, he felt her soft breasts mold to him.

His hand found its way underneath her bra, instantly relishing the softness and warmth of her skin. He let the moment sink in, enjoyed the first contact of skin on skin, before he allowed himself to move to take the bra off completely, so he could give all his attention to her twin globes.

His fingertips reached her first, touched the underside of her breast, then slid farther north, searching and then finding the hardened little bud which already stood erect as if greeting his arrival. So he returned the gesture by stroking his thumb over it, applying just enough pressure to elicit a soft moan from its owner. A moan he’d anticipated and now captured with his hungry mouth. A moan which now reverberated through his body, awakening cells and sensations.