Chapter One Hundred and Two
His erection was thick and hard, pulsing with need, and Dimitri was almost losing control just at the thought of having Kelly's lips on him, about him, in that intimate way.
He was breathing hard as he finally raised his head.
"Touch me, Kelly. For God's sake, touch me!" he said hoarsely
Kelly immediately obeyed his plea, moving a caressing hand down the tautness of his muscled abdomen until she could cup the hardness between his thighs, instantly feeling the way his arousal, so long and thick, leapt eagerly, hotly, against her hand.
Dimitri reached between them to open his belt and push his trousers down his hips, his arousal jutting forward eagerly as Kelly's fingers closed about him and the soft pad of her thumb touched and stroked him until he hardened even further.
Kelly moaned softly at this physical evidence of Dimitri's arousal. He was steel encased in velvet, the blood pulsing fiercely, hotly, as he swelled beneath her questing hand.