Page 13 of What Happens in Vegas..
He toes off his shoes as he undoes the ruby belt buckle and takes it out. He tosses it to the side and crawls up the bed to me still in his dress pants. The bulge of his erection presses against the confines of them and I was right, he’s not small.
Using his strong arms, he hovers over me. “I like what I see, too. You’re beautiful.” He captures my lips in a kiss that is softer than the others. Tender, and dare I say almost loving. His five o’clock shadow scrapes against my chin and sends another spark through me.
My hand comes up to cup his cheek, stroking my thumb over it. My heart hammers. This is happening. It’s actually happening. The thought that I should tell him I’m a virgin crosses my mind but leaves in the next second as his tongue parts my lips and delves into my mouth; he curls it and strokes the roof in a way that feels incredibly good. I let out a moan and press up into him wanting more, needing more of him.
My hand goes into his hair and it’s as soft as I imagined it to be. I curl my fingers in it and scrape my nails along his scalp, earning me a groan from him that I swear I can feel in my chest. He kisses along my jaw down to my neck. He pulls the strap off my shoulder and kisses along my collar bone. I bring my arm up pulling it out before doing the same on the other side.
He continues to pull the dress down my chest, freeing my breasts and exposing my nipples to the chill in the air. His warm kisses make their way down to my left nipple and he lightly swipes his tongue at the hard peak. I gasp as my hand goes back to his hair.
His tongue swirls around it before he encompasses it in his mouth and moans as he sucks hard. The vibrations skitter through me, awakening my body to his touch more. The scrape of his scruff along my tender flesh sends a shiver down my spine and I arch my back toward him
As he pulls off, he adds a light nip of pain, and a, “Yes.” leaves my lips. I liked the sharp sting of pain and I want more as it fills my head with the fuzzy beginnings of euphoria.
“Open your eyes.”
I do so, not having even realized I closed them.
He keeps eye contact with me as he takes my other nipple into his mouth. I watch him suck on it, his tongue laving over the peak as he moans again. I can’t take my eyes from his. It feels so good, but I can’t close my eyes, I don’t want to. I want to forever remember this moment. I couldn’t have picked a better person to be my first. He should feel like a stranger to me, but he doesn’t. He hasn’t from the second we met yesterday. I don’t know this man and yet, at the same time, it feels like I’ve known him for a lifetime.
He adds a bit of pressure to his teeth and I grip at his shoulder. The pain should turn me off, but it only serves to heighten my arousal even more. My passage squeezes as the hint of an orgasm escapes now that all the tension from the night that has come to a head.
Letting my nipple go with a pop, he grins at me as he moves to kneel over my body and pull my dress down to my ass. I lift it, allowing him to take it off.
He groans as he catches sight of the fact that I’m not wearing underwear.
“Lord have mercy.” He tosses my dress to the floor.
I grin at him. “Like what you see, sir?” I emphasize the last word.
His brown eyes dilate, and he grins. “You little brat. You know what that does to me, don’t you?”
I bring my foot up and run my toes over his cock through his pants. I’m surprised by my boldness. He seems to bring it out in me. “I can tell what it does to you. We’re at a disadvantage here. I’m naked, and you’re not. Show me your cock.”
He leans back on his arms with his legs under him. “Where are your manners?”
I lick my lips. “Please show me your cock, sir.” I continue to move my foot over his erection.
He chuckles and moves forward again to hover over me. “That’s better, however, I want to taste you first. Then you can have your way.” His hand comes up to lightly hold my throat as he kisses me. I tense a bit, having never had anyone do this to me before and unsure of how far he wants to take it. He keeps his fingers relaxed as if testing to see what I’ll do.
It’s thrilling that I have to put some amount of trust into him that he won’t do something that could seriously hurt me. I kiss him back and swirl our tongues together. My clit aches to the point I can’t take it anymore. My hand travels down my body to my core but before it can meet its destination he takes hold of it and pulls it away.
I open my eyes as he breaks the kiss and removes his hand from my neck. I get the feeling the light nips and touches to my neck are his way of subtly seeing what my limits are. Since I don’t know what my limits are, we’ll be finding out together.
His fingers knit together with the hand he pulled away from my core. “Tell me what you want, Carissa.”
My cheeks burn with heat as our gazes meet. I look away. “It’s embarrassing.”
A small smile pulls at his lips. “Now you’re embarrassed?”
I force my gaze to him again. I feel naughty, but at the same time, it arouses me more. “I want you to touch me.”
His fingers flex against mine and a spark enters his eye. “I am touching you.”
I bring my legs up and place them on either side of his hips. “I want you to touch my clit.”
He nods as he lets go of my hand and kisses his way down my stomach to the top of my mons where a thin patch of hair lies. “I want to touch your clit, too, and taste it.” He places a kiss above the runway of hair. “I want to taste every inch of you, and then feel this pretty, pink pussy of yours squeeze my cock as I make you come all over it.”
I shudder and gasp at his words. “I want that, too, more than anything.”
