I'm rolling around in lust when he finally tangles his fingers behind my neck. Firmly he brings me to him, his tongue gliding over my bottom teeth, then the roof of my mouth. He tightens everything inside of me. His kiss is on my lips but I feel it soaking into my cells.
Then I'm soaking my panties, moaning at how he nips my bottom lip. His thumb caresses the corner of my mouth; he pushes it inside, running it lightly over my lips and tongue until I think I'm turning into fucking butter.
“On the bed,” he says. “Now.”
Stumbling in my heels I settle onto the gigantic boat-size bed. It pulls me in, consumes me in its softness, its grandness. But it's nothing compared to Nolan. As big as this mattress is, he seems bigger. Especially when he leans over me, hands sinking into the blankets just beside my head.
I stare up at him until I gather my senses. The guy is stunning, but it's the intensity in his eyes as he looks down on me that strokes the swelling lips of my pussy. He's turning me on just by watching me. His smirk warns that he knows it, too.
“You're truly beautiful, Dani,” he whispers. “I could stare at you for hours. Days.”
“We'd die from dehydration,” I joke nervously.
“No. Not me.” His eyebrows knot together, his smile fading on the edges. “I'd drink you up. That would be enough for me.”
I've got nothing to say to that. It's a relief when he kisses me, freeing me from trying to speak anything as poetic as he just has. Thick fingers curl against my spine, one hand drifting down my hip until he finds the edge of my dress. “Are you wet for me?” he asks, sliding down the bed. “I have a feeling you are.”
Heat floods my body. I know I'm beet-red. “Oh god, don't—”
“Shh,” he chuckles, exposing my damp panties to the light. He spreads my thighs wide, inhaling so loudly I swear his lungs will explode. But he keeps going, like he needs to imprint the scent of my arousal into his brain. “Fuck, just that has my cock ready to go.”
When he says that word, cock, I thrill. I try to sit up. “Show me, I don't want to wait any longer.”
His laughter is all grit, it shakes the bed—it shakes me. “Eager, hmm? Too bad. I'm not done making you ruin these blankets yet. I'm not fucking you until you're dripping down to the bed springs.”
Nolan holds my knees; I expect him to keep me spread, but he pushes them together until I'm straight as an arrow. The motion pushes my pussy upwards, and when he grips the sides of my ass, it opens my lips up like a book. Everything is tense—my panties are pulling into my slit, his breath hot right where my clit is hidden beneath the fabric.
I've never been in a position like this. It wakes up my nerves, makes my muscles squeeze. I'm too aware of how empty my pussy is, a moan escaping me as the sensation takes hold. “Nolan, please.”
“Please what? Please stretch out this hungry pussy?” He nuzzles the skin of my hip. Just like I thought, his stubble is rough—my goose bumps shoot up to my scalp. With just the pad of his thumb he strokes gently over the front of my panties.
“Ah!” I can't stay quiet, not when he rubs my swollen clit like he's known it forever. He's an expert and I haven't had sex in years. Back and forth he pets my clitoris, my toes knotting up in my shoes.
Moving his fingers in tiny circles, he uses his other hand to tug the fabric into my folds. My lips peek out of the sides of my panties; pink and swollen and showing how ready I am for him to fill me up. “You want this so badly,” he chuckles. “What if I make you come like this first? Would that be enough?”
“No,” I groan, my nails burying in the blankets. The liquid pressure in my body is centering on my lower belly. He's so close to getting me off, but each time, he senses it and moves away. Sweat collects under my breasts. My breathing is ragged and desperate.
I'm one big throbbing mess. And he loves it.
He puts his lips right on my pussy and he smiles. A single kiss, then he flattens his tongue. The sensation of him licking the exposed parts of my body while my ruined panties barely dull the sensation on my clit is strange and frustrating.
That's it, no more letting him do what he wants. Rocking my hips, I grind against his face.
Nolan's eyebrows fly upwards. “Yeah?” he asks, smirking sharp enough to cut glass. “You want to make yourself come on my face? Fine. I'm game.” My relief is too brief. Gripping me, he manhandles me until he's lying on his back on the bed, and I'm straddling his hard jaw.
Looking down my body at his cocky grin, I blush furiously. “Oh, Nolan, I can't...” I've never ridden a guy's face. I'd never have the guts to do something so intimate. Explicit. But he holds me steady, his tongue working in lazy waves over my panties. The fabric is doing nothing to smother the hot prickles he brings when he teases my clit now.
My brain is mush. Nothing exists but my pussy and his mouth. Shutting my eyes, I brace myself on the headboard. Distantly I'm aware of him hiking my dress up higher, but my focus has zeroed in on the orgasm that's dancing just out of reach.
Beneath me, Nolan groans. I can hear the erotic sound of my own wetness as he laps it up. Hard fingertips sink into my ass, forcing me to rock my body. Or maybe I'm doing it on my own. I don't know anymore—I'm shivering with the painful need to come.
“Good girl,” he whispers into my slit. The reverberations roll through me. My heart thumps, swelling until my ribs threaten to contain it. I can't take a full breath in—I can't do anything but hang my head and moan.
One stroke, two...fuck, that climax is right there. The delicious edge is teasing me, my clit hard and huge and my insides twitching. Nolan presses his lips right on my swollen nub, suckling around the biggest smirk I've ever seen.
“Ah!” I squeal, shaking violently. “Fuck! I'm coming, I'm coming, ah ah... ” Words vanish; raw animal noises are all I can manage. Under me, Nolan tenses. There's a jingle as he reaches down, undoing his belt.
My vision is wobbly, like I've been swimming for hours. When I look down and see his hungry grimace, my heat returns. I'm turned on more than I was before I came. How is that possible? With ease he lifts me, guiding me down his body. “I can't wait any longer,” he grunts.
Glancing back, I freeze. Nolan's cock is in his fist, the head shining with pre-come and a reddish need. It's thick enough that I worry it will hurt, but at the same time, my body aches to have it inside of me.
My brain can't win in a fight with my pussy. It just can't.
“Oh, oh god,” I say. Bracing myself, I struggle to slow him down. Nolan is singular in his goal, trying to sink his fat cock-head inside of me. I want it too, but I want to take it slow... I want a chance to adjust to his size.
He squeezes my ass cheeks and I start to fit him inside of me. Kneeling over him, I throw my head back with a helpless shout. “Is that good?” he asks, his voice thick as his cock. “Fuck, Dani, I can't... it's taking everything I have not to slam myself inside of you.”
There's hair in my eyes; I can barely see him. Is that concern in his voice? “It's okay, I'm okay.” I'm not sure I am, but I'm not backing down. Gritting my teeth, I work him into my tight walls inch by fucking inch. I can feel his veins as they pulse, the ridge of his tip as it slides deeper. The strain borders on discomfort, but the realization that he's stretching me out is such a turn on I don't care.
Finally I sit down, my swollen clit resting on his hard pelvis. We're both breathing heavily. I feel it inside of me. His cock throbs; it makes him even bigger for just a second each time. There's juice dripping down my inner thighs.
“Wait,” I say, my brain sparking. “A condom, should we...”
He doesn't answer. Nolan pulls me down, kissing me just as he slides his cock out until only the head is inside. And I forget about condoms. I forget about being a reas
onable adult. All I want is more of his dick... more of this sensation of being complete.
Rocking his lower body, Nolan drives himself into my pussy. He doesn't start slowly, he knows he doesn't have to. With a wild need greater than my own, he pumps his cock. His wide palm is on my ass, making our hot skin grind together.
His teeth nip my ear. “Come for me again, sweet girl,” he whispers.
My eyes are shut, my nose in his hair. I shouldn't be able to see anything but in the darkness behind my eyelids, I remember Nolan's smile. His animal hunger. And how all of it is for me. This wasn't how I imagined my vacation in Vegas ending, but...
I couldn't be happier.
This is perfection.
“Ah!” I scream, muffled by the pillows. My walls are milking him as I come, the tingles surging through me. I hadn't felt it until it was happening. I'm sensitive all over but Nolan thrusts harder, faster, his chest rising under me like an earthquake.
He hugs me tighter than anyone ever has. “Dani! Fuck, Dani, I'm... this is it, fuck...” I love how he says my name. He called me beautiful. But sweet thoughts vanish under the thick spurts of wetness inside of me. His cock pulses with every shot of his seed, threatening to put me into another climax.
I know he's finished, but for another minute or two, he keeps rocking inside of me. There's nothing soft about Nolan. Or if there is, I don't know about it. I don't even know his last name. Maybe I should have felt shame, but... I didn't. I was flying high. Fuck shame. This was amazing.
His grip shifts. He's holding me close, but he guides my face out of the pillows. I expect him to kiss me, except he doesn't. He just stares at me with a dazed expression. Nolan looks lost... what is he thinking?
Then he smiles again. “You're amazing. Did you know that?”
“Me?” I laugh, shaking my head quickly. “I've been told I make a mean blueberry pie, but that's about it.”
I was trying to joke... but his lips were a hard line. “I'd very much like to taste that someday.”