Chapter Thirty One

“Somebody will see us,” Kelly whispered against his lips. He curled the ends of his mouth upwards. Her concern was unwarranted, but she couldn’t know that, and he wouldn’t tell her. She seemed like the kind of woman who liked the added risk of being discovered. And he wanted her just as horny as he was right now.

“So what? I promise you, I won’t let anybody join in.” Dimitri said. Not that he had any objections to threesomes, but when it came to Kelly, he didn’t want to share her. This was just between the two of them. Private. Intimate.

Dimitri reached for her beautiful round breasts, taking them into his hands, letting their weight be supported by his palms. As he squeezed lightly, he saw her lashes drop to half mast, partially hiding the desire in her eyes. Her gaze locked with his. Again he kneaded the soft flesh in his hands, and she reacted by pulling her lower lip between her teeth.

“You’re bad.” Her voice was breathless, but not accusing, as she reached for his pants and jerked the button jeans open, then she pulled the zipper down. Her small hands slipped inside his briefs and grabbed his cock, making him groan.

“I haven’t started yet.” he replied.

His cock tilted toward her, and he did himself a favor and pressed his groin against her sex. She answered by slinging one arm around his neck and pulling his face to her, while her other hand continued to stroke him slowly.

“Kiss me like you mean it.” It was her demand, not his. Her wish, her choice.

Dimitri's hand snaked around her back, while the other one slid to the back of her neck. He took her mouth hard and without mercy, forcing her lips open, driving his tongue into her like the spear of an ancient warrior, and he conquered. There was no resistance. She was his.

She needed both her hands to nudge his pants down his hips.

“Help me.” she said.

His hands joined in, and seconds later his pants and briefs fell to the ground, followed by his tie, then his shirt. He didn’t have the patience to let her take off her panties, so he ripped them off her. He’d buy her new ones. Actually, on second thought, if she let him, he would make sure she’d never again wear any underwear.

Naked, they stood in front of each other. The elevator had long since stopped on the top floor, but the door hadn’t opened. It would only do so if he used his key which was buried somewhere in the pile of clothes on the floor.

Dimitri's gaze swept over her nude form. Without a word he dropped to his knees and buried his face in her thatch of hair, taking in her scent. His tongue darted out, taking a taste. One lap was confirmation enough that he’d be lost from tonight. Her juices coated his tongue and spread in his mouth.

His nostrils flared. She was so delicious and tasted so good. He let out a deep sigh and dug his hands into her backside to pull her closer to him.

Kelly's breathing appeared more uneven now, and her heart beat faster. He looked up and found her watching him.

“Come down here.” He pulled her to the floor with him and placed her flat down before him, spreading her over the clothes.

Kelly was just about to lift her leg to remove her shoes when he said, “Leave them.”

She shivered, this time from a chill and the way he was staring at her with such raw hunger. For a moment Kelly thought she might have gone too far.

Was she really going to do this? Wasn't she making a big mistake?

"You are so perfect" He said. He sounded as if he were in awe, his voice running like warm oil along every nerve in her body. With deliberate movements he opened her legs and let his eyes devour her where his mouth would follow.

Her pink folds glistened with her desire, teasing his senses. Dimitri sank his mouth onto her without hesitation and explored her most intimate center. He realized instantly that he’d been wrong—his life would never go back to normal again, it hadn't been since he met her. And now he knew that he would always want her.... And he had been wrong one more thing too.... Tonight wasn't going to be enough.

Kelly watched Dimitri’s head dip between her legs, his dark mane obscuring his face. But she had caught a glimpse of his eyes just before she felt his mouth on her. Unbridled lust was etched into them. She’d never seen a man so determined.

God help her if somebody came into the elevator now, for she was certain nothing would distract him from his task, and she’d never felt so vulnerable in her entire life. And so intent on allowing him anything he wanted as long as it meant he would pleasure her.

She was surprised by the gentleness with which this big man, this powerful man, worshipped her body. She didn't expect the kind of finesse his tongue was exerting on her, not from Dimitri, who could have easily crushed her with his weight. He was always so gentle with her..... Gentle.... Yet fierce.

Right now, the way his tongue lapped against her eager petals was almost reverent. His movements were so slow, so mindful, as if he was committing every detail to memory. Like a cartographer who drew a map of a newly discovered continent so he could find his way back.

Dimitri murmured something against her skin, which she couldn’t understand. But the reverberations echoed within her body, sending shivers through her cells. Kelly arched her hips to force him to increase the pressure on her sensitive organ.

His response was a greedy moan. “Patience, sugar” was all he said before the tip of his tongue sparred with the sensitive peak of her desire. He circled it like a warrior a wagon, then snatched the engorged nub between his lips and tugged. Like a lightning bolt, more delicious sensation shot through her.

A desperate moan escaped her lips. “Oh, Dimitri, oh, God!” Her reaction seemed to spur him on, give him new purpose. Again he lapped over her sensitive clit, tantalizing her even more with but a ghost of a touch. She needed more.

Kelly shoved her hands into his hair and pulled his face from her sex. His eyes punctuated hers. “Harder!” she whispered.