Ignite My Passion (The Vegas Men 3)

I lose myself in that feeling for so long I didn’t even notice my bra flying off my body until that mouth of his had circled my nipples. He’s tugging and teasing them in a strangely incredible way.

“Oh, shit…” I keep running my fingers through his hair, tugging them every time it feels good, which is far too often. His tongue is an expert, his lips are incredible, and this is exactly what I need right now. “Fuck, Zane.”

I need him naked. That’s the only thought I can get straight in my mind. I need to see him… every inch of him. In my imagination, he’s gorgeous, and I need to know how much of that is real. This passion bursts through my fingertips and I drag the tee shirt from his body. He helps me to get it off his head, showing me the rippling, sculpted body underneath. I gasp, he’s beautiful, unlike anything I have ever seen before.

I reach out and touch his burning skin, he’s as fired up as me about this which is wonderful. I need every inch of him pressed up against mine so I arch my back, and fuck it’s amazing. I want more, I need every inch of him. I want to explore what it’s like to have this man inside of me. I want us to become one.

I trace my fingers over his abs, his shoulders, his pecs, groaning with sheer bliss as he explores the top of my thighs and the outline of my underwear. He isn’t diving in, plowing forward, keen to get this over with. He seems content to simply take the moment to explore my body. Unless he wants to just tease me which could be just as possible. He is driving me far too close to the edge without actually touching me…

“Do you want this?” he whispers, his words tickling my skin.

“Yes,” I gasp back desperately. “Oh God, yes.”

“You want me to feel you? To touch you everywhere?”

His words aren’t saying too much, but they’re enough for me to be like pure seduction. He’s pulling me deep into the waters of pleasure and I’m slipping under the waves willingly.

“I want you to touch me everywhere.”

He slides down my body, kissing down my torso as he goes. I prop up onto my elbows to see what he’s doing. He grabs onto the waistband of my panties with his teeth and he drags them all the way down. I can’t stop myself from giggling gleefully as he strips me in a playful way.

“Oh, you like that, huh?” He wiggles his eyebrows at me as he slides back upwards. He presses his lips against my hip bone and moves slowly towards my core. “Let’s see what else you like.”

My eyes fall closed and I toss my head back in desire as one finger glides inside me, followed closely by a second one. I have to bite my bottom lip just to stop me from screaming. I can’t keep the noise in though when his lips clamp down on my clit without him even needing to search.

Somehow, he already knows my body much better than I know it myself.

My head spins, I see stars as I fly higher than air. His tongue circles rapidly, creating a crazy pressure inside of me while his fingers pump over and over again. I tip, I slip too close to the edge, any minute now he will send me flying and I damn well can’t wait until I tumble into the abyss of pleasure…

“Oh no!” But then he whips away, leaving me cold, alone, and very desperate. My core screams out for him to get back there, to finish what he was doing, but the cheeky expression on his face suggests he has other ideas. I can’t help it, curiosity gets the better of me and I need to know what.

I bolt upright and fiddle with the zipper on his trousers, needing them down now. He’s unleashed a primal side of me, a part of me that I didn’t even know existed, and it needs sating.

His thick length springs free, making me cry out once more. I hold him in my hands which now feel thin and petite as he pulses between my fingers. He’s definitely massive, bigger than anyone I’ve felt before.

“Fuck, Nova.” Zane sits and pulls me onto his lap so I’m straddling him. “You are driving me wild.”

I kiss him hard as he tears a condom apart. I feel him roll the latex down over himself, preparing him for me, and once he’s ready, my body takes control. I angle myself over him, relishing the sensation of him teasing my entrance for only a couple of seconds before I can’t take it anymore. Then, I do the unthinkable. I push down onto him. The thought that there really is no going back now pushes to one side as I scream.

Zane bucks his hips, meeting each thrust of mine with one of his own, yet it still isn’t enough. I need more. I slide all the way down, pushing every inch of him into me. My body willingly stretches to adjust him, needing to have all of him… and fuck me. He fills me up incredibly.

Zane’s expression kills me as well. His face twisted and contorted in pure bliss, his mouth hanging open, his jaws slack as he pants. His eyes glazed over with desire, it makes me fall apart.

The throbbing grows, every sensation intensifies, the heady lust washes over me in waves. The orgasm brews like a heat in my toes, it creeps through my veins, exploding in each of my limbs, my cells swirling with every passing moment. I want to cling to this anticipation, to hold onto it for another couple of moments, but I can’t. Zane has a powerful pleasure coming for me at the speed of light, regardless of what I want…

“Oh, shit!” The whirlwind hits me, it circles through me and crashes. My body buckles and crumbles, thrashes and pounds, as the orgasm swallows me up the whole. It’s loud, it bursts like fireworks inside me, and it’s a

bsolutely delicious. Now, this is the moment I never want to end…

I love the sounds that Zane makes, the pleasure gets to him too. It is guttural, animalistic, and sexy as hell. I soak in every noise, knowing it will carry me through all the lonely nights to come, once I am alone. Free.

We eventually fall apart, panting on his couch. As the post-orgasmic bliss subsides, I wait expectantly for the guilt to set in. It’s bound to come, I have done something incredibly wrong, there should be repercussions for it.

But as I give Zane a side-eyed smile, I just feel good. Liberated, like this is the reinforcement I need. I really do have to escape, there is no life for me with Jeremy anymore. I don’t know if I’ll ever find another man like this one. Zane is like a dream rather than someone real, but it’s awesome all the same. Just to know that I can, that there’s a life out there that I haven’t experienced yet.

I feel like this is the start of Nova version two, and there’s no guarantee how it will be, but it cannot be any worse than before.

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