“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.