MAKE YOU MINE

Switching to the other mound, he rubbed the wet tip, but slid his free hand down her torso, over her stomach and between her legs. Her audible catch of breath echoed in the room, and she stilled as his fingers slipped down there, resting on top of her sex.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Lifting his head, he met her gaze. “Yes or no?” he asked softly.

Desire burned in his mismatched eyes, but so did resolve. His stare assured her that he wanted her. He was teasing her and she knew it…. and she liked it too.

“Yes,” she said, the answer firm and sure.

She wanted his touch. Him. Releasing her hand from his hair, she dipped it between her legs as well, covering his fingers with hers. “Yes,” she repeated.

She tilted her hips, and their combined touch glided over her flesh. Twin thick groans saturated the air, and she couldn’t contain the cry that slipped from her lips.

Together they stroked her, slid through her folds and down to the small, tight entrance to her body. On the tail end of a curse, Dimitri abandoned her breast.

Fingers tangled, side by side, they caressed her opening. But it was him that pushed inside, stretching her with a familiar but almost-forgotten burn. In a duet that was as dirty as it was beautiful, they coaxed a tune from her body.

He stilled for a moment then moved his finger deeper, finding her sensitive cluster of nerves and tormenting it until she was panting, desperate, so desperate, before pulling his finger out, fixing her with a look of wonderment.

“You are so wet.” he whispered.

She was, and shaking all over, desire like an electrical current and it was frying her completely.

“Yes I am” she whispered back.

“Touch yourself,” he commanded, and she obeyed, untangling her fingers from his and slipping beneath his palm to slick a caress over the swollen button of nerves. She jolted, whimpered.

He gave a soft chuckle. “Do it again, Kelly. We’re going to take you there together.”

Shivering, she circled the nub, again and again, his rough praise and encouragement pushing her to rub harder, more, harder, more… “Oh God,” she croaked, then splintered.

She cried out, quaking from the inside out. Dimitri replaced her fingers with his, making sure she received every measure of the orgasm rippling through her. She went limp, falling into his body and wanting nothing more than to curl against him, lethargy weighing down her limbs.

Like she was a rag doll, he lifted her from his lap, then laid her on the bed. He loomed above her, the dim light in the room managing to highlight the corded strength in his arms, chest, abs and thighs. His cock.

Her lungs locked down all available air in her lungs at the sight of the heavy column of flesh rising from a dark nest of hair.

The desire that had settled to a hum low in her belly sparked and crackled, the flames leaping to hot life.

He was sexy, perfect…beautiful. Her husband.

“I want you,” she said. There was nothing and no one in Kelly’s mind as she lifted a little so she could claim Dimitri’s mouth with her own, her kiss curious, questioning and then desperate.

He kissed her back, their bodies molded together, desire a flame that was growing bigger than either could control. “I want to go slow tonight” he groaned, his hands tangling in her hair, curling it up and holding it against her head, the weight and strength of him an impossible pleasure.

“No, Dimitri,” she said, more to herself than him. “Don’t take it slow.”

He lifted himself up to stare at her, his eyes showing emotions she couldn’t comprehend, or perhaps her ability to comprehend was blunted by the sheer force of her own feelings, which were overwhelming her, robbing her of sense and logic and reason.

“It’s our w….”

His words were engulfed by her kiss. Kelly was sick of being patient. She had never known desire like this.

“Make love to me, Dimitri,” she groaned. The words were breathed into his being, sparkling like the light. Explosions of light, intense, glowing, hot. He separated her legs, nudging the tip of his arousal against her womanhood, and Kelly held her breath, she held everything.

He thrust hard into her and with her gasp he stilled, pushing up to stare down at her, his features harsh in the darkened room.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Yes,” Kelly said, nodding her head, grabbing his waist and trying to push him in even deeper. Of course she was okay. He pushed into her again, letting her feel his presence and relish in it before taking more of her, more of her, until finally she was crying his name over and over, the syllables tripping off her tongue as rushed breaths filled her lungs.

His mouth moved from hers to her cheek then lower to the sensitive flesh at the base of her neck, his tongue flicking her pulse point while his hands roamed her body, feeling every inch of her, pausing where she responded loudest to his inquisition, teasing the sensitive flesh of her breasts, tormenting her nipples with the skill of his hands.

It was heaven.

Pleasure built inside Kelly like a coil winding tighter and tighter and she dug her nails into his back, moaning softly as the spring prepared to burst. She arched her back and rolled her head to the side, the fire-works gaining momentum as her own pleasure began to detonate. She lifted her hips in a silent, knowing invitation and he held her, his hands keeping her close to him, reassuring her as she lost herself utterly to the compelling, indescribable pleasure of a sexual orgasm.

It was intense and it was fast and it robbed her of breath and control. Her eyelids filled with light, her mouth tasted like steel. She pushed up on her elbows, staring into Dimitri’s eyes, feeling quite mad and delirious with what she’d just experienced.

But it was nowhere near over.

He braced himself above her on his palms, watching the play of sensation on her features, and then he began to move again, his body stirring hers to new heights, his dominance something that made her want to weep.