What Happens In Vegas... Doesn't Always Stay There

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Authors: Terry Towers
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    spent well into the night taking and receiving pleasure from each other.
    She was tempted to go back to sleep, but the sound of movement in the next room made her
    change her mind. Wasn’t one of men’s favourite things a spontaneous blow job? Her smile
    widened. Considering what he’d made her feel the previous night – over and over, and in several
    rooms of the suite – she figured it was the least she could do.
    Sliding from the bed, she raised her hands high above her head and stretched. The pull of her
    muscles felt divine, helping to wake her from her sleepy state. She made her way across the
    bedroom when it occurred to her she may have morning breath. Turning back, she scurried
    across the room and into the room’s private bathroom to give her teeth a quick brush and freshen
    up.
    Once she was satisfied she was refreshed and presentable, she padded her way across the
    bedroom and to the closed door. She was tempted to toss on his t-shirt over her naked body, but
    dismissed the idea. She didn’t feel the shy awkwardness she was scared of feeling being in front
    of him naked the previous night. She felt confident and secure with herself again and it felt
    damned good. Maybe there was something with these one-night stands?
    Opening the door, she wandered into the main room to come up empty. She found him in the
    kitchen. He was leaned over the counter, his back to her, his laptop open and reading something
    on the small glowing screen. He was wearing grey jogging pants that hung low on his hips, but
    his torso was bare. The muscles in his back flexed as he shifted position. He was beautiful. How
    she got so lucky to catch the eye of a man like him she didn’t know, but she sure as hell wasn’t
    going to question it.
    “Afternoon.” She crossed the room as he turned in the direction of her voice.
    A peculiar expression crossed his handsome features as he spotted her. “Afternoon.”
    Reaching him, she pressed her palm to his cheek and raised herself onto her tiptoes, claiming
    his lips with hers. He was hesitant to respond, but her lips were insistent, her tongue tracing his lower lips, taunting him, urging him to respond.
    She pressed her body flush against him, her naked breasts crushing against his vast expanse
    of his chest. The contact seemed to be what he needed to spur into action. His hands wrapped
    around her waist and pulled her groin tight to his. She moaned against his lips as his cock rapidly expanded against her stomach.
    Hooking her thumbs into the waistband of his bottoms, she gave them a quick tug and pulled
    them down over his hips and let them drop to the floor. His kiss felt different this afternoon,
    more hesitant and reserved. She pulled her lips from his to look up into his eyes – they burned
    with the fire she remembered from the previous evening. The heated look he was giving her
    caused a stirring between her legs and a yearning to have him fill her again.
    “As soon as I woke up all I could think about was sucking your beautiful cock.” She couldn’t
    believe the words that were coming from her mouth, but he’d brought out something wild within
    her last night that she didn’t want to give up, not yet anyhow.
    “Ummm. Listen, I –” She covered his lips with hers once more, cutting him off. This time he
    kissed her back, the hesitation in his kiss gone as their tongues dueled.
    “Don’t talk. It’s my turn to make you feel good.” She kept her eyes locked to his blue depths
    as she slid to her knees before him.
    “But –”
    She took his erection in her hand and he groaned his pleasure at her touch as she began to
    stroke him.
    “Listen. I just –”
    Ignoring him, she lowered her lips to the tip of his shaft and circled around the
    circumference. He gripped the edge of the countertop, hissing the word “fuck” through gritted
    teeth. Smiling, she cupped his balls in her hand and ran the tip of her tongue along the left side of him and then back up the right.

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