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the way to my toes. It catches me by surprise when in the next instant he is back to his rough self, destroying my panties as he discards the now worthless shredded cloth on the floor.
    Being with Grant is exciting. I never know what is coming next. It is as if he is sexually bi-polar. He is Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde all in the span of a minute. The lion and the lamb all wrapped up to make nothing short of perfection.
    Grasping each hip in one of his hands, he leans forward and places a gentle kiss on my hipbone. “Your skin smells so sweet.” I shiver as he kisses his way a millimeter at a time down lower and lower. He stops and looks up at me with his wolfish grin. This grin always means something good is to come and yet somehow it makes me quiver, almost in fear.
    Slowly, he pushes my legs slightly apart. Placing his hands back together, he runs his pointer fingers down my landing strip. I’m expecting him to curl them under to enter me, but he doesn’t stop at my opening. Instead, he separates his hands at my entrance, teasing me as he runs them along the crease of my inner thighs, making me gasp and clench my legs together. It tickles and makes me writhe. He spreads each of his hands across each of my cheeks. Before I know what’s happening, he pulls me up, spreading me as he lifts me to him. The underneath of each of my knees come to rest on either of his shoulders and his mouth lands in the center of me. I groan and he runs his hands down my legs, effectively wrapping them around his neck. One soft touch of his tongue and I’m bucking, fucking his face involuntarily.
    Thank God, he reached his arms up behind my back because he was supporting me as I arched my back from the pure bliss I felt when he warmed my core. It is a blur of color and pleasure in my brain as I feel a soft bed underneath my back when he finally lays me down. Grant has lost all control and so have I. He is harsh, devouring me, making me cry out as he eats me. I’ve always thought that was a funny thing to call oral sex, but eating me is precisely what he was doing.
    Suddenly, I was glad we were in the top suite with no neighbors sharing our walls. The noises he was evoking from me I was certain sounded like someone was being murdered in our room.
    I scream with each explosive orgasm and still he is unrelenting, continuing to flick my clit with his tongue, inducing yet another orgasm, mere seconds later.
    When I finally find my voice, I beg him. “Fuck me!” is all I can manage to get out. With a final flick of his tongue, I detonate once more and feel him slam into me mid-explosion. He remains in me unmoving for a moment.
    Just as my feet touch back down on planet Earth, he pulls out of me. I start to object but am cut off when he swiftly flips me onto my stomach. My shirt is torn clean from my body a second later. I am left in my black lacy bra and matching garter belt, the clips of it hang down either side of my legs. It’s oddly even more erotic to have these pieces still on than when I am completely naked.
    Grant kisses my shoulder blade and then runs his hand from my shoulder ever so softly down my back. This action is the calm before the storm. When he gets past my lower back, it’s all over. The caress is gone and a deafening crack sounds through the room as his open palm lands on my right cheek so hard I see stars. All at once, he is inside me again in a pattern of tenderness and then punishing.
    When he reaches around, I’m lost again. I think I might actually tear apart at the seams this time. He picks up his pace when he can tell I’m spiraling. There is no conversation, just expletives and cries reverberating through the air. When he finally stills, he collapses against my back, kissing my shoulder blade once more.
    Fireworks.
     
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    I throw on a little red, slinky number and red peep toes because, well, this is Las Vegas and I’m gambling tonight! I have never gambled before and I am actually excited, even though it