Vegas Baby

Once she was freed, I tossed them to some other corner of the room and then slid my hands under her, lifting her hips into a better position. It took some maneuvering, but I managed to scoot down fast enough so I could bend over and place a single kiss at the top of her womanhood.

She let out a wanton sign and lifted her hips further, trying to press herself up into my mouth. I took my time however, teasing her, nuzzling her, letting her feel my breath as it ghosted over her skin, until finally, my tongue darted out to part her folds.

She was sweeter than I could have imagined, and velvety soft, causing me to nearly groan into her. Thankfully, her luscious thighs on each side of my head trapped any noise I could have made, letting me just revel in the dulcet notes coming out of her mouth.

I worked her over like there was a test on it, flicking my tongue there, pressing with my lips here, nudging with my nose in the appropriate places. I wanted to make sure that she remembered this one-night stand in Vegas and would tell it to her friends with fond recollection for the rest of her life.

After long enough, we both sank down fully to the couch, with my knees going to the floor. The new position allowed me to free one of my hands, and I put it to good use, sliding a finger into her considerably wet entrance.

She let out a cry at that, and she was already so hot and wet that I was almost tempted to take her right then and there. Thankfully, my will held, and in just a few minutes she was coming undone, into my mouth and around my fingers.

It was a long one, with her spine making an almost perfect ‘U’ on the furniture. I watched her shape, her whole entire form making a heavenly portrait, and I couldn’t wait to utterly ruin her.

When she finally sank back to the couch, breathless and sweaty, I gave her a smirk. “So, do you need a break for round two, or do you just want to get straight to it?”

Chapter Five

~Nicole~

I couldn’t believe that this was happening; the entire thing was like some weird mash up between a fairy tale and a porno, but I was absolutely going along with the fantasy.

It wasn’t often that I did the one-night stand thing, and by often… I meant this was the second one in my entire life. I’d had three partners during all of college, so at the ripe old age of twenty-three, this James fellow was the fourth partner that I had ever had.

However, said that the third time was the charm had clearly never been worked over by an over six-foot-tall, rich man. Even though it was just foreplay, I was on cloud nine and then some. Was there a cloud above nine? Because I felt like and eleven at least.

“So, do you need a break for round two, or do you just want to get straight to it?”

I looked up at him, still openly panting, and feeling quite sated. I definitely needed a minute. “Aren’t you a little overdressed for the occasion?” I asked, gesturing weakly to his clothing.

“I think you’re right,” he said, voice low. He pulled off his suit jacket first, taking his time like he did with everything, until he was draping it over the chair across from the couch. Then came his buttons, each coming undone and causing my heartbeat to pick up with each one.

Then he was pulling that off too and I could fully see his muscled form.

Dear Lord! He was even more cut than I had imagined. Everywhere I looked was flawless, alabaster skin and sculpted abs, and not to mention amazing pecs. So now he was rich, handsome, charming and absolutely ripped for the gods! Whatever had made my luck turn around, I certainly wasn’t complaining.

Then his hands went to his belt, so I sat up quickly, walking over to help him. My head swam for a moment, but I recovered and soon he was just in his boxers.

“Why don’t we take this to somewhere more comfortable?” He looked down at me with eyes that seemed to pierce through every bit of me, and goosebumps rose along my skin.

“Sounds good to me.”

“I was hoping you would say that.”

With a bit of a flourish, he bent down, sliding his arms behind my back and legs, then suddenly I was up in the air. Holy crap, was he carrying me!?

He was, and effortlessly too apparently. The next thing I knew, we were walking into the bedroom, which was just as elaborate as the rest of the suite.

There was a massive bed in the center, with a full on chiffon canopy hanging around it. I couldn’t be sure, but it looked bigger than a king even, and the covers were so thick and lush that they probably cost more than several of my paychecks at my old call center job.