Chapter Thirty Two
He shook his head, a wicked grin forming on his lips. Was he going to leave her frustrated? Was he playing with her? She’d kill him if he was.
“I don’t want this to be over so soon. You taste too good.” he said.
She breathed a sigh of relief when she read his desire not only in his words but also in his eyes. His mouth dropped back to her moist center, but this time he spread her legs wider and parted her folds with his fingers. His tongue a spear, he drove into her, and she welcomed him.
His hot breath fired her center like the inside of a boiler. And then he added more fuel. Was he intent on this boiler exploding?
She felt his finger invade her, and he withdrew his tongue to allow it to travel back to her neglected little nub. With determined strokes he coaxed it back to attention.
Kelly had never been with a man who was this talented and this determined to please her, and seemed intent on showing her that a man could be selfless enough to make a woman feel good. At least for a little while.
“Why?”
When he suddenly looked up at her, she realized she’d spoken out loud. “Why what?” he asked.
“This.” She replied.
He seemed to understand instantly. “Because you need this....I do too. And because I can’t think of anything I’d rather do right now than make you come with my mouth.”
Hearing his plain words, something constricted in her belly, sending a wave akin to an electrical shock through her body. Hot and pleasant. Was it the knowledge that he wanted to do this, which created her excitement? Or was it simply the way he’d said it: as if it was the only answer possible?
Before she could say anything else, his tongue was back, lapping at her moist folds, parting them, probing, teasing. His tongue where she was most vulnerable, yet her defenses didn’t kick in. No warning came that should have told her not to allow what he was doing....that she shouldn't be doing this with him....That this was wrong.
Because right now he seemed to be just a man in lust, not a rival at work, not someone trying to ruin her company. She could let go. He would catch her, Dimitri, the man she was attracted to.
“Yes, Dimitri.” She spoke more to herself than to him, telling her body that he was safe, that being with him was good.
He scooped his hands under her backside and lifted her. His tongue drove deep and his moans echoed her own. Kelly buried her hands in his dark, silken hair and felt him shudder. Her muscles tensed at the sensations he sent through her body, driving her ever higher. She pushed against his mouth, feeling his tongue increase its pressure on her clit, but not enough.
“Bite it.” she said greedily.
A low growl was his response to her shouted demand. A moment later she felt his teeth graze her sensitive skin, then his lips tug at it, gently, then a little firmer.
“Please.” She moaned.
His teeth closed around her engorged button and pressed into her skin, not breaking it, but it was exactly what she needed. With a breathless moan she greeted the waves that crashed over her and swept her away. Dimitri’s tongue smoothed over the spot he’d so gingerly bitten, only intensifying her climax.
Kelly’s body shook in his arms, her muscles contracting and releasing in quick succession. Dimitri lapped up her arousal, addicted to her taste. By the time her body had stilled and her orgasm had subsided, he was already cradling her in his arms, pressing her against his naked body.
He’d never seen a sweeter sight than Kelly’s satisfied body. It filled him with an unknown sense of pride. His palm smoothed over her hair before it traveled over her back and settled on the soft cheeks of her derrière. And what a cute little ass it was, just like the rest of her. When she was curled up against him, her cheek leaning on his chest, her arms wrapped around his body, she didn’t look angry anymore. She was all soft now and he grinned to himself, proud of the effect he had on her.
He felt a shiver go through her body.
“You’re cold. Let’s get you off this floor.” he said.
“Before somebody walks in on us.” Kelly agreed.
“No chance of that happening,” Dimitri announced.
Effortlessly he lifted her from the floor, found his key in his pants and let them into the apartment.
He didn’t bother picking up the clothes they had shed. Carrying Kelly in his arms was a much more important task.
She looked at the apartment, then back at the elevator, obviously finally realizing that it was private.
“You rat! You had me thinking we could get surprised in there!” she said.
He shrugged his shoulders, but inwardly he laughed. “It didn’t stop you from getting naked.” he replied.
Her slap against his shoulder didn’t even register. It was virtually a caress.
“You can set me down now.” said Kelly.
No way. Her body felt too good and his shaft had its own ideas of how to continue the night. And his cock and he were in perfect agreement.
“Would you rather make love on the couch or in bed?” Dimitri asked her. Personally he’d prefer taking her to his bed, but if she was more comfortable on the other, he’d have no problems going with her choice.
Instead of an answer her cheeks colored a beautiful shade of pink. Could he make her blush even more?
“In the kitchen or the bathroom maybe? On the roof terrace?” he added.
Yes, her blush could go even a shade deeper. And make her look even sexier. How she could possibly still blush after what she’d allowed him to do in the elevator, and what she’d done to him that night and in his office, was absolutely beyond him.
He lowered his face close to hers, looking into her beautiful brown eyes. “It’s okay to admit that you enjoyed what we just did. I won’t tell anybody that this fierce woman has a soft side.”
Kelly met his eyes and didn’t flinch. “Then I guess I won’t tell that you are not as tough and mean as you make yourself out to be.” She retorted.
