Page 89 of Packed Up In Vegas

“Only if you want me to touch you.”

Callie whimpered, her cunt squeezing me as she put her attention onto the screen. “Can’t we take a break and then go back to the show?”

“Where’s the fun in that?” I continued tracing patterns on her inner thighs, breathing in the plumes of her perfume, my cock twitching inside her at the richness of candied apple in my nose. So fucking sweet.

She rocked her hips, leaning her weight against my chest. “They don’t know how to tie knots to save their lives.”

I chuckled, planting a kiss against her shoulder, and let my fingers slide against her pussy. “What do you know about knots, princess?”

“Not much, but I hope you’ll give me one.” She giggled at her own joke.

“Wrong kind, but I’ll give it to you soon enough. Have some patience.”

“That’s not fair. Do you know how many years I had to wait for good sex?” She adjusted, trying to press against my fingers. “I shouldn’t have to wait anymore.”

“A valid argument.” I stroked her clit, loving her sharp intake of breath. The moment I withdrew, she whined. “Counterpoint. You sound fucking incredible when you beg.”

“Amir.”

“Mmm, say my name like that again, princess.” Nudging her thighs further apart, I worked two fingers into her cunt alongside my cock, savoring the shake and shiver of her body.

“Fucking fuckity fuck. Amir, please.”

“Getting closer.”

I took my time with her, pressing against the textured spot that had her gasping, and teasing her clit with my thumb while she slowly broke apart in my arms. When she got too unruly I took hold of her throat, not squeezing, just grasping enough to keep her attention.

“Don’t forget your task.”

“I can’t—fuck. How am I supposed to focus when you’re trying to ruin me?”

The grip of her cunt was wicked strong and I couldn’t wait to feel it on my knot. “You’re a capable woman. You can do it.”

“Fuck,” she gasped, “you.”

“You will very shortly.” I nipped her shoulder and pressed my thumb to her clit until she groaned. “Play the game one more time and I’ll let you come.”

“So mean.” She turned back to the screen, where contestants were lashing together small trees to make a raft. “Fuck’s sake. That’s not how you tie a raft. There’s too many gaps; it’s totally going to sink.”

“That’s my good girl.” I set a steady pace, firmly grinding my thumb on her clit while she twitched on my lap, her breathing shifting the longer I teased her. The delicious flutter of her cunt let me know she was close, so I kept doing exactly what I was doing until she let out a breathy squeak and spilled over the edge in a flood of candied apple, my name a long, low moan on her tongue.

“That’s my new favorite sound.”

Callie let out a broken laugh. “Of course it is.”

I slid my fingers free and wrapped my arms around her waist, resting my chin on her shoulder.

“You’re not going to come too?”

“Unlike you, I actually have some patience. Maybe I just want to enjoy being inside you right now.”

She relaxed against my chest, tilting her head back to settle on my shoulder. “I don’t think you meant that to be cute, but it feels that way.”

“Whatever keeps you where you are.” We finished off the episode exactly like that, Callie half-asleep on my lap while I drew patterns on her skin with my fingertips, her surprised clenches when I hit a sensitive spot keeping me plenty hard. It was like regular cuddling but jacked up to eleven, and something I hadn’t really indulged in with previous lovers. Her perfume remained sweet and steady, more comfortable than sexually charged as the minutes passed.

“Why are they so fucking bad at making fires?” Callie laughed.

“Where would the stress and drama be if they were actually good at the things they were tasked at doing?”

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