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He blinks at me. “No. I said I was to feel more like one. I come and stay here every year for a week as a staycation. It’...” he trails off. “It’s sort of a tradition my buddies and I had when we were younger. They’ve... they’ve moved on. But I like to still come and feel nostalgic. I’m a lawyer and have a practice here.”
He lives here, which means there could be a chance it won’t be a one-time thing. I’d settled myself to that fact because I thought he would be moving states away at the end of the week. I don’t know what to feel. Part of me is happy, because I don’t want these feelings he’s giving me to end, but what if he doesn’t want more? I guess we’ll have to cross that bridge when we come to it. “I’m happy to hear that you won’t be leaving the state at the end of the week. I live on the strip at Turnberry Tower.”
My hands travel down his bare chest and over his rippling abs. He’s so defined. My fingers go to the button and hook of his pants. It’s time for these to come off. Undoing them I push them along with his briefs off his ass.
He groans as his cock springs free. “I live in the Turnberry, too. In the penthouse.”
My gaze lands on his erection, it’s long enough to almost touch his navel and thick enough I’m not sure if my hand would be able to wrap around it. A white bead of come gathers at the tip. I recall what Mary taught me last night about deep throating, that’s going to be hard with him, I might choke and die on his cock.
His words catch up with my brain and I blink up at him. We live in the same building? And he’s on the top floor. That place is like nine grand a month, he gets the entire circumference of the building to himself on one floor. “You’re shitting me.” I’m not sure if that relates to us living in the same building or the size of his massive cock. If his fingers were a lot, I don’t know how I’m going to fit him inside me.
How have we not run into each other before this? I guess I’m working all the time, and I’m in and out during hours he’s probably at his office or already home.
He shakes his head and chastely kisses me. “It’s a small world.”
He leans over to the bedside table and opens the drawer. He pulls out a condom.
“I have a birth control implant, and I’m clean. If you’re clean, I’d prefer not to use one for my first time. I want to know what it feels like without a barrier between us.”
He looks back at me. “You have an implant?”
I nod. “I’ve been having them placed since I was sixteen. It helps with some pain I was having. But I also had a fear coming here to Vegas that I would get pregnant somehow, and I’m not ready for children. I haven’t ever had to test the effectiveness rate, but one of my co-workers has one and says she hasn’t had one scare in the five years she’s had it.
“I’m clean as well. I get tested after every time just to be on the safe side. Haven’t had sex since the last time.”
My heart suddenly quickens as nerves set in. What if I’m bad in bed?
He rubs the head of his cock along my slick and sensitive folds; awakening my clit again. I moan.
“Are you sure about this?”
I open my eyes and look at him. I nod. “But don’t you want me to go down on you first?”
He shakes his head. “Right now it is about you. We can focus on me and let you experiment later if you want. Since we live in the same building, it would be easy for us to meet up again.”
Relief spreads through me. He doesn’t want this to just be a hit-it-and-run kind of thing. “I’m up for it, too, and I’m ready.” I spread my legs wider, giving him more room.
He takes hold of his cock and slaps the head against my clit a few times, making my hips buck, and making my clit want more. Then he slides it down along my slit to my entrance. The tip presses into it and I have to force myself to keep from tensing. It’s so big and intimidating.
My gaze goes to his face, I can’t watch or I’ll clam up out of the fear of it hurting. One of my ex-best friends said her first time felt like she was being stabbed by a hot knife.
He keeps eye contact with me but doesn’t slam it in. Instead, he takes his time easing it in until it feels like the head almost sits fully inside my passage.
Knox groans. “Breathe, Carissa, you feel like a vice.”
Hearing my name makes me let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding. He thrusts into me in that second.
It happens so fast, I don’t know what to think. I’m full and being stretched all at the same time. It hurts but in a good way. I wiggle my hips and he groans more.
“You’re so fucking tight, you feel so good.”
He buries his face into my neck and his arms shake as he looks like he’s trying to keep himself from moving.
I bring my knees up to my chest and he sinks impossibly deeper until his shaft is covered by my passage up to his balls. Only a tiny bit of him remains out.
I move my hips more. “You can move. I’m okay.” It didn’t feel anything like a hot knife. Having him inside me feels incredible.
He lifts his head and pulls himself out to the tip of and plunges back inside me.
