A Match Made in Vegas Read Online Crystal Kaswell

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Fuck, the way she surprises me—

It nearly undoes me.

But I can return the favor. I can surprise her too. I move closer, and I pull the shorts off her legs. "Much better." I wrap my hands around her ankles.

She gasps as I pull her to the edge of the bed.

I drop to my knees in front of her legs, hook my fingers in her black panties, roll them over her ass and hips, down her legs, all the way to her feet.

She shudders as I press her legs apart.

I pin her to the edge of the bed gently to test how much she can take.

She lets out a low moan. She tugs at the sheets with her hands.

She's losing herself in this. It's a beautiful sight. The most beautiful thing in the world.

Somehow, it's different than with other women, than other times. I always enjoy sex. I always enjoy the experience of making a woman come, but I feel this somewhere deeper too.

A drive to connect physically, emotionally, mentally. In the bedroom and outside it.

To give her what she wants everywhere, forever.

I can't do that. But I can enjoy this moment. I can enjoy the next three weeks.

I press my lips to the inside of her knee. A soft kiss. Then, the scrape of my teeth.

She moans as I repeat the gesture.

Higher.

Higher.

Higher.

But I don't give her what she wants. Not yet.

I move to her other leg, and I repeat the pattern. I tease her with a soft kiss, a gentle bite, higher and higher.

Until I'm where I need to be.

Then I bring my lips to her.

She groans from the contact.

A soft brush at first.

Then a little harder. The flick of my tongue. Softer. Harder. Faster. Slower.

I take my time tasting every inch of her soft folds. I tease her with soft flicks. With slow, long circles.

I tease her again and again—

Until she's tugging at my hair.

The force of the gesture makes my cock whine.

I love seeing her lost in this. I love how much she needs me right now, how she'd do anything to have me.

After one more delicious tease, I give her what she wants. I run my tongue over her clit. A firm stroke. Then a softer one. No. Too soft.

A little harder.

There.

That's the spot, that pressure that makes her thighs shake.

I test the spots until I find the one that makes her purr, then I try different speeds, different pressures.

Until she groans, "Fuck," and tugs at my hair again.

That's it.

I give her what she needs.

I press my palms into her thighs, keeping her pinned to the bed, as I lick her to climax.

She rocks her hips as she comes, groaning my name, tugging at my hair.

She gets wetter, sweeter as she pulses against my lips.

I work her through her orgasm; I give her a moment to catch her breath, then I stand and flip her over on her back.

Daphne grunts as I pull her wrists together behind her back. "Is this what you're trying to do, baby? You're trying to tempt me."

She mutters an incomprehensible collection of vowels.

"Bad girl." I undo the knot of my tie then I wrap the fabric around her wrists. Not hard enough to really contain her. Only enough she feels bound. "Do you know what I do with bad girls?"

"No," she breathes.

"Whatever the fuck I want." I unzip my slacks.

The sound is enough to make her moan. I leave her there, in anticipation, for a moment. I savor the sight of her spread over the bed on her stomach, legs parted, hands bound by my tie.

Naked except for the rings on her left hand.

There is something sexy about it. Something I want to claim for longer than a few weeks.

But I can't.

I have to enjoy this part.

I adjust my slacks, I take the condom, I roll it over my cock, then I position her body against mine.

The bed is a little low, but I make it work. I hold her hips with both hands. I pull them to mine.

In one swift, smooth motion, I pull her body over mine.

She groans as I slide inside her.

She feels good. Soft and wet and mine. The thought echoes through my head in a way it never has before. I want to claim plenty of women in the moment, as part of the scene, but never in some deeper way—

Some way, I offer the same part of myself.

I close my eyes and soak in the sensations of her soft body against mine. She feels so good, so right, so mine.

But that's only here.

Only now.

I need to savor that part.

I pull back and drive into her again and again.

Until I'm almost where I need to be.

The pleasure builds in me quickly. A fullness. A need for release.

Then she rolls her hips, and I'm there. I work through my orgasm, spilling every drop, pulsing inside her.


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