MAKE YOU MINE

Dimitri’s movements mirrored hers, and together, they set a fast pace, growing more frantic with each passing moment. The head of his cock pushed against her G-spot, sending her higher with every thrust. He groaned against her neck and lowered his mouth to her breasts, pulling hard on one nipple followed quickly by the other. Her insides twisted until her body faltered, and suddenly, Dimitri pulled back and Kelly found herself on her back on the chair again, but this time with him covering her with his massive build.

She felt his weight pressing her down onto the chair, his movements increasingly urgent as he repositioned her and parted her legs with his hand. The rough hairs on his thighs brushed against her skin and then she briefly felt the sensation of his smooth erection brushing against her before he lifted her hips and entered her with a purposeful thrust.

She parted her lips in a gasp but his mouth silenced her and he kissed her, capturing every cry and every breath as he drove deep into her body, sending waves of frantic excitement rippling through her as he introduced her to an intimacy that was as alien as it was intoxicating. She was aware of throbbing masculinity, delicious sensations, an electrifying pleasure, and a burning fire that bloomed white-hot.

She felt something delicious build inside her, driven by the pulsing heat of masculine thrusts. He moved in a seemingly perfect rhythm, his body urging hers to respond, and she did.

She found herself wrapping her thighs around his body, offering herself. And he took what she offered with an almost violent hunger, his sexual demands so great that she felt the room spinning and her heart pounding. It was electrifying, rousing and totally all-consuming and she held on.

Sensation devoured her like a greedy animal and she felt her body throb and sing until she was blind with need.

And he took her higher still, winding her body tighter and tighter until she teetered on the edge of something deliciously dangerous from which there was no going back.

“Can’t… can’t hold back much longer, honey. You feel so damn good” he grunted.

“Then don’t,” she breathed against his lips. “Don’t hold back”

His eyes captured hers as he moved faster within her, going deeper with each thrust, until she couldn’t handle any more. And with a sudden increase in tempo he sent her over the edge into a thrilling and terrifying vortex that consumed her body and threatened to engulf her forever. Her body contracted around his and she saw flashes of light, heard him mutter something in harsh tones.

His body tensed over hers, and when he shuddered within her depths, she cried out, her inner muscles clenching to hold him as they came together in a flurry of blinding heat and emotions Kelly couldn’t even begin to sort through. They thrashed and vibrated, her pussy climaxing from the deep pushing, the perfect pitch of flesh against flesh, of the supernova of juicy sex and then felt the hot liquid burst of his own release. And then there was nothing but sensation, so agonisingly prolonged that if he hadn’t been holding her she would have been terrified.

She clung to his shoulders and eventually the world around her calmed. She felt the pounding of his heart and the slick warmth of his skin against hers as they both struggled to recover sufficiently to move.

Her hips ached. He remained inside her, then pulled his head from her shoulder where he had rested it, and kissed her gently, nipping her lips and soothing them with a lick of his tongue, his arms quaking while her entire body went blissfully limp.

“I can’t move,” she whispered, laughing when he smiledContent protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“Good,” he growled, “That’s how you know you have been well fucked.”

She raised her brow at his choice of words and he grinned at her.

He moved then, but he didn’t move far. Instead he just rolled onto his back, pulling her with him so that she was still wrapped around him.

Still dazed and shocked by the intensity of the experience, Kelly lay unsure what to say. And it soon became clear that speech wasn’t necessary because he clearly had no desire to indulge in conversation.

Instead he closed his hands over her hips and moved her so that she straddled him. Her hair, the bun loose now, flowed onto his chest and he gave a slow smile and lifted his hands to her face.

“That was amazing” she said, and he responded by pulling her down to him so her head was against his chest. He had spent not more than two hours with her, and he knew that when he left he was going to miss her. That was weird.

He kissed her forehead and bucked his hips, and Kelly gasped when she felt his hardness inside her again. He hadn’t even pulled out yet. She rode him, slowly at first, wanting to simply feel how he swelled within her. Every inch was filled with Dimitri. His hands glided up her sides and hers gripped his shoulders tightly.

She loved the sensual breach of him filling her as she settled into his lap, inner thighs burning at the stretch, the rest of her arching in sensual luxury. His hands skimmed over her and they kissed long and deep.

She took up a smooth, controlled rhythm, one that made their hearts seem to beat in unison. It was sweaty and glorious and earthy and all consuming.

She couldn’t have held back if she wanted to. They were too intimately positioned, eye to eye, mouth to mouth, a light friction between their chests, hands free to roam and grasp and steal intimate caresses.

Rather than let her grow frantic as her pitch of arousal neared breaking point, he set firm hands on her hips.

“Not yet,” he whispered, nipping at her chin, then sucking hard enough on her neck to sting. The tip of his tongue circled to soothe, driving her crazy. “Feel it. Let it last a bit”

She wanted to cry, but she slowed to savor each dazzling retreat and return. It was such an exhilarating but profound state, she wanted to tell him, but didn’t have to say a word.