Vegas Baby

We stood there for a few minutes, our tongues battling for dominance, until the sharp taste of alcohol caught my attention. Right, we had been drinking. And as fun as that was, certain precautions had to be taken.

I broke away, stroking her face. She tried to follow me, neck stretching out, but her eyes fluttered open when she couldn’t make contact.

“Hey,” I murmured, tilting her head up to look at me. “Are you sure about this?”

Her confused expression turned into a soft smile, and she leaned into me. “Yeah, I am. And I’m only tipsy, not wasted. I appreciate you checking though.”

I shrugged. “You know how it is. Call me crazy, but I like all of my partners coherent and consensual. After all, how else are you going to scream my name?”

Her cheeks flushed at that and her eyes widened. “I think I’d like that.”

“Oh, would you?” I asked, letting my finger trail around her lips. “I think I need a little more convincing.”

“Do you?” Her gorgeous lips curled into a smile. “Well I can be pretty damn convincing when I want to be.”

“By all means then, proceed.”

She brought her hand up only to press her palm into my chest, splaying her fingers out. She gave a gentle push that normally couldn’t even move me, but I allowed her to propel me backwards further and further until the back of my legs hit the sofa and I sat down.

Her knees went to either side of my thighs and she perched in my lap, her pencil skirt sliding all the way up her thighs to reveal some sensible, black underwear. I could already feel myself tenting in my pants.

God, she was so hot! Did she know that? Probably. But as much as I liked letting her take the reins for a bit, I could feel my own dominant side taking over.

She leaned down to kiss me, and I threaded my finger through her hair, pulling her the rest of the way to me. Our lips crashed together again, heated and full of desire. I pulled her lower lip between my teeth, scraping it ever so lightly.

She shuddered in response, grinding in my lap. My hands went behind her, cupping her ass through her panties. I was pleased to feel that she certainly wasn’t lacking here, with both cheeks falling out of her plain underwear.

But she was still far too clothed on top, so I slid my hands upward, taking her shirt with them. Her bra was just as sensible as her panties, light nude and barely padded, but I was far more interested in what was under it. I reached behind her, unclipping the clasp and pulling it from her frame.

Her breasts bounced out to freedom almost joyously, staying surprisingly high on her chest considering their size. I broke from our kiss long enough to admire them for a moment, then my hands came up to caress and kneed her golden skin.

“Ah, yes. Like that,” she murmured, arching upwards so I could see even more of her. My manhood was now aching the in the confines of my dress pants, but it was far too soon to entertain the thought of burying myself within her. I still wanted to play for a bit.

Little hitches of her breaths and moans spurred me forward, telling me what she liked and what she didn’t. I listened, winding her up as much as I could, before finally pulling her as close as she could get to me from her position and taking one of her nipples into my mouth.

Now she did gasp outright, and I reveled in the sound, flicking the sensitive peak with the tip of my tongue, then sucking. The sounds she made… God, they were practically magical, and I didn’t know how much longer I would last.

But I had to. I had a reputation to uphold and, even if Nicole had no idea about it, I wanted to keep my streak of bringing my partner to at least one orgasm during foreplay, and one during the main event.

I toyed with her a bit longer, until her moans stopped escalating and started to plateau. I placed a hand behind her lower back and turned, twisting so that I could lay her back on the couch.

Her face was now thoroughly flushed, her lips parted and her breath rasping. A pretty pink undertone had risen along her sun-kissed skin, making her almost glow against the hotel furniture.

My hands glided along her form, caressing her breasts for a moment as I made my way down to her panties. There, I slipped my fingers into her waistband and slowly slid it down.

She lifted her legs for me, thick thighs glistening in the mood lighting of the room, and I made sure to pause to kiss one of them.