Page 309 of Vegas Heat

Then he grabs me up into his arms and sits me on the couch. He kneels between my legs, shoving them open a little wider to make room for himself, and he moves his face nice and close before he inhales.

He growls some low, throaty sound, and my fingers thread into his hair as my chest tightens at what we do to each other, at how turned on I am just by the sound he makes to tell me how turned on he is in this moment, too.

It’s animalistic and carnal andhot.

So hot that it makes my pussy throb with need.

I nearly come when his tongue swipes through me, the feel of his stubble on my thighs raw and real, and I grip his hair a little tighter between my fingers as he moves toward my clit. He slows down once he’s there, his tongue moving leisurely and magnificently, and it’s enough to bring me right up against the edge. My thighs start to clench around his ears, but he doesn’t allow it…not yet, anyway.

He backs away, moving his tongue off my clit and down inside me, and then he adds a finger while his mouth moves up toward my nipple. I cry out his name when he starts to suck, and it’s an out of body experience for a beat as I imagine what the two of us look like, as if I’m standing above us looking down, watching his finger as it moves inside me and his head as it stops at my breast, watching his cheeks as they hollow at his sucking and watching my nipple as he pulls at it before letting it go and soothing it with his tongue.

He adds another finger and shoves it all the way in, and I ride his hand as my hips start to move along with him.

“Oh God, Cooper.” My voice is breathy as my hands move out of his hair and to his back. I claw at him as I try to express what I need, but I can’t seem to do it when this much pleasure pulses everywhere in my body.

I thrash in desperation. The need to come washes over me, and it’s all I can think about. He shoves his fingers in and leaves them there, and I grind my hips around for some friction, feeling like I’m going to explode if I don’t get it. I’m chasing my orgasm but he keeps moving the finish line.

He stops everything, pulling his fingers out of me. His mouth moves up to mine as I continue to thrash and claw at him, and I calm as I taste myself on his breath.

He kisses me slowly. Sensually, like we have forever when we don’t—not really. We have responsibilities that come tomorrow, but tonight…tonight is just for us.

He pushes two fingers back inside me, and I gasp as the orgasm looms largely in front of me. I chase it, so close my body begins to convulse, and he drives those fingers into me harder and harder as I ride them faster and faster, his mouth hot on mine and my aching nipples dragging across his hard chest.

It’s too much.

He pulls his fingers out to brush softly against my clit, and I fall apart. I shudder as the spasms rack my body, my thighs tightening against his hand and my tongue diving further into his mouth until I have to toss my head back and cry out in a song with the throbbing of my pussy.

He plunges his fingers back in as I ride out the wave, and I scream at the intrusion even as my hips move to fuck his hand.

“Yes, baby, just like that,” he murmurs, and I know he’s watching me and maybe I should feel awkward about that butnothingabout this man ever makes me feel awkward. He makes me feel cherished and loved and maybe most of all…wanted.

Once my trembling starts to slow and my body moves from shuddering to warm tingling, I open my eyes and stare at him. “Damn,” I say, drawing out the word.

He laughs. “Good one?”

“Uh, yeah.Greatone.” I lie back, my body feeling like jelly as I relish the bliss for a few hot beats, and then it’s like I’m ready to go again.

“I need you to fuck me now,” I say softly.

He drags me up into his arms. “Your wish is my command,” he says, and then he sets me down on my feet, takes off his jeans, and sits on the couch. He grabs my hands and pulls me down on top of him, aligning his dick with my pussy as I slowly lower myself onto him.

He growls again as his body makes contact with mine, and I sit all the way down on him for a beat, the two of us losing ourselves in one moment of pure intimacy. His eyes are hot on mine, and he wraps his arms around me. My breasts are smashed against his chest, and I lean down to kiss him as I wrap my arms around his shoulders.

He deepens the kiss, keeping it slow and steady but raw and intense, and I mark this as the single most erotic moment of my life. Neither of us moves, yet I feel his cock as it twitches insideme. My pussy tightens at every twitch and my greedy nipples ache with need, but he just continues to kiss me as he gives our souls a moment to reconnect after too much time apart.

Eventually he starts to move, but his mouth never leaves mine. His hands move to my hips, and he controls our rhythm even though I’m on top. He drives into me, setting the pace slow and leisurely like our kiss at first, but as the need starts to build in us both, he starts to move faster.

I tighten my grip around him as I feel my body starting to coil tightly again, and he stops the kiss as he keeps moving. He trails his mouth down my neck as I lean back, and he buries his face between my breasts. He drops wet kisses along my chest until he gets to my nipple. He sucks it in, and he drops one hand and moves it between us to brush my clit.

“Fuck, baby, I’m going to come,” he says against my breast, and then he lets out a few grunts followed by a roar. His mouth clamps back down on my nipple as he starts to come, and I yell out as I keep riding him. He comes hard, the warmth of his seed spilling into me, and it sends me flying into oblivion for the second time tonight.

I collapse over him, but he doesn’t pull out of me right away as neither of us wants to break this intimate connection. Instead, I lean forward and he cradles me into a hug. I rest my head on his shoulder, my face toward him, and I kiss his neck.

He tightens his arms around me, and after a short while, I feel his cock twitch inside me again as if it’s stirring back to life.

“Already?” I ask playfully, my breath hot on his neck, and he chuckles.

“I’m always ready when it’s you,” he murmurs.

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