Vixen in Vegas (Sinful Novellas) (8 page)

We headed to the master bedroom. As soon as we were both in the room, I pushed him back against the door hard so that it slammed, then I crushed my body against his and pulled his head down so that I could capture his lips once more with mine. It was a hungry kiss, the kind that begged for more, much more than just that physical contact.

His hands roamed over my body until he found my spaghetti straps on the sundress. Within seconds, it was in a pool around my ankles. His hands covered my breasts, and his thumbs stroked my already hardened nipples. My breath was ragged already, coming in short gasps and moaning sighs. I needed his skin against mine, immediately. That week I had waited was long enough.

Soon, I was grasping at his polo shirt, lifting it up over his head, flinging it without concern for where it might land. I grabbed his waistband next, and pulled so quickly that his hips rammed into mine. I smiled some and went back to biting my lip in frustration while he kissed down my throat.

Unhooking his pants, I soon had them all caught up around his ankles, stuck because of his shoes. Dropping to my knees before him, I heard him inhale sharply as he realized how close my face was to his throbbing cock. Not one to disappoint, I released it, smiling as it sprang forth and bobbed inches from my lips. Capturing it with one hand, I ran my tongue over the end, lapping up the accumulating beads of pre-come gathered at the tip. I never took my eyes off his face. I saw when he finally had to be the one to close his and throw his head back.

As if I were shoeing a horse, I grabbed first one calf and then the other as I tugged off his shoes and then tore off his socks. Slowly, I stood once more, making sure to run every bit of my body against his as I rose. I hovered for a moment at his pelvis, catching his dick between my boobs. I wanted to torture him. From the look in his eyes, it was working.

Ben grabbed my upper arms and yanked me to standing. He took both my hands in one of his and held them over my head. “Damn it, Sin, I’m losing control here. You sure do know how to get me going.” He pressed his body against mine until my back was flat against the wall with a gentle thud that had me closing my eyes. His other hand had found my bikini strings. He made short work of that string and ripped them off me.

“You owe me some new panties,” I joked breathlessly.

“No,” he said, against my lips. “I owe you so much more than that. That is the very least I will give you. Right now, let’s start with a couple of orgasms.”

Next thing I knew, he had one of my legs up around his waist, then the other. My ankles hooked together. He finally had released my arms and with my free hands I was roaming all over his face, his chest, and scratching up his back. All the while, Ben slammed into me. I couldn’t get enough. His arms were around me, holding me tightly against him. His hands grasped my shoulders. He pulled me down so that I was impaled on him, filled with him. It was madness, all wild and crazed. It had only been a week, but clearly I hadn’t suffered alone. His actions showed me how much he missed me, missed this, and missed us. If that wasn’t enough, there were words.

“I love you, Sin. I love you in that whole I’ll never get enough of you way. I love you in that I’d wait forever for you way,” he managed to murmur into my ear.

It was too much for me. I think then that he may have pierced my heart. It felt like it, like something happened, something changed inside me. “No more waiting, Ben. I’m here. Good luck peeling me off you. You are so very loved.”

With a few more thrusts, I was coming in waves, tightening around him, crying out in my release. After he pressed into me as deeply as possible, he joined me. I felt his knees weaken. For a moment, I thought we were going to collapse on the floor together. I wouldn’t have minded one bit being in a tangled pile with him.

Somehow, he stumbled to the bed. We collapsed there instead, still the mass of limbs I imagined, but with far more comfort. We were diagonal along the bottom. I didn’t care. There was no way I could more content than I was at that moment, in his arms, using his shoulder for my pillow, his body for my warmth. I listened to his labored breathing a moment, chalked it up to our intense wall sex, and closed my eyes. Sleep came quickly.

When I woke, Ben was staring down at me, gorgeous eyes full of love. It took my breath away. It made me want him all the more with his openness and confidence. It was incredibly sexy. That’s why I started kissing him on his neck, all the way up to his ear. “Round two?” I asked seductively.

“Oh, most definitely. Let’s call for some fuel first,” he suggested. Then he reached for the menu standing near the phone. “I’m starving,” he commented.

For the first time, I realized I was, too. “What time is it?” I asked.

“It’s nearly 10pm. Room service is 24 hours. So, we should take advantage of it. Pick,” he urged.

It didn’t take long. I know what I like and I know what makes for a good meal before bed. “I want the chicken sandwich no tomato with the side of potato salad and a chocolate milkshake.” I was practically bouncing on the bed in excitement.

Chuckling, Ben said, “I knew you’d want the potato salad, but I had you pegged for a turkey club. I feel like I don’t know you at all!”

I knew he was joking, but it brought out a more serious side to me. “You have all the time you want to get to know me,” I said, leaning over to bury my head in his chest.

He held me tightly in a way that frightened, rather than reassured. Then he spoke. “About that…”

Sitting up quickly, I gathered some of the duvet around me. It was bad enough to have my heart out there all in the open if he was about to say something horrible. It was worse to have my body out there, too.

“What?” I asked, more abruptly than I meant to. “What do you need to say?” I made my face completely devoid of feeling. I wasn’t going to be that emotionally unstable chick. He wouldn’t have me crying and clinging if this went south. I was too together, too strong for all that.

He tilted his head as he considered me. “Maybe this a good time for us to renegotiate the terms of our relationship,” he suggested gently. There was something about the way he said it, something that felt distant and confusing coming from a man who had professed his love.

“Oh,” I remarked, hesitating only for a moment before I attempted to change the subject. “Why don’t you call in food and then we can talk?” Then I stood with the duvet still wrapped around me and walked to the bathroom. It dipped dangerously low in the back and I knew from past experience that he would be excited by it, especially as my hips swayed while I walked.

“Mmm mmm mmm,” he said. “I’ll get that food ordered.”

I never looked back. It was one of my life policies. It was the equivalent of showing my underbelly. I might not be the most religious person, but if I learned nothing else from the story of Sodom and Gomorra, it was don’t look back. That policy had served me well through the years. Now, I was in some strange relationship where my heart and body were craving more, constantly more, and my one hope was that he wasn’t about to crush all that. My one fear was that whether he did or whether he didn’t that I’d hurt no matter what. This was quite the predicament.

Leaning over the counter to stare at my reflection in the mirror, I considered all the crazy thoughts running wild in my mind. I was just being ridiculous. I was turning into the worst kind of girl. I closed my eyes for a moment.
Just be.
I thought. Only somehow it turned into
just BE.
It was true. For some reason, ever since I had known this man, I had no room for anyone else in my heart, no one else piqued my interest, and no one else challenged me or understood me like he did.

It wasn’t hard to plant a smile on my face then. Time for my first of what I hope would be many nights with Ben. My heart couldn’t be happier.

Opening the door confidently, I walked back out to him, clutching the duvet around me still. “When will the food get here?” I asked calmly.

“They said it could be half an hour,” he said with a frown. “All I can think about is food.”

“Really? That sounds like a challenge to me,” I said seductively. With that, I dropped the duvet and stood brazen and naked before him. His dick hardened before my eyes. “Are you sure about that?” I asked with a raised brow.

“Maybe I could be persuaded to think about something else…” he commented, his voice trailing off.

“That’s what I thought.” I murmured.

He had lain back on the bed by now, his feet still on the floor. Sitting on his lap, I let my wet pussy slide back and forth over his hard hot cock. Teasing him felt so good, so right. He groaned after a moment.

“In,” he growled. “I want to be in you RIGHT NOW.”

I threw my head back and laughed in response. Apparently he didn’t like that. A moment later he had flipped me onto my back and was positioned between my widely spread legs.

“You think that’s funny? You like torturing me? My turn,” he said as a seductive smile crossed his face.

Soon Ben was kissing his way down my stomach. Lower and lower his lips went until soon, he was licking my pussy. His tongue lapped at the juices that were flowing out of me as excited as I was. He licked and sucked until my hips rose as the excitement hit a crescendo. Just as I was about to cry out, about to come all over his face, about to reach down and hold his head in place because I couldn’t stand it any more, he stopped.

Oh, I still cried out. This time it was in sheer frustration. “Ben,” I begged, “please! Please!”

“You want me in you?” He asked coyly.

I nodded while biting my lower lip.

“Do you have any idea how good you taste?” He asked as he climbed higher on the bed and lowered his body until it was flush with mine. Bending his head, we kissed, intensely, seriously, our tongues battling. Suddenly he stopped and pulled back. He smiled. “Now you know.”

Before I could respond, he made me forget everything else as he slid slowly into my aching hole. I could feel that just his head had pushed through. I wiggled and squirmed trying to get the rest of him.

“That’s not enough?” He asked playfully as he expertly avoided entering me all the way.

Shaking my head, I writhed beneath him, a whimper escaping my lips. He silenced me with another core tingling kiss. “More, please,” I said. I wanted to be more demanding, but I liked this side of him. I loved having a man in bed. Ben was all man.

“For you, Sin, anything,” he whispered.

Slowly he pushed deeper inside me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and waited patiently as tiny whimpers escaped my lips.

Soon he was suckling on my nipples and nibbling with his teeth. His other hand manipulated my other breast, pinching that nipple in the most agonizingly pleasant way. Just when I thought I might die from all this sweet, sensual agony, he slammed into me.

“Yes!” I screamed in excitement. “More.”

We had found our rhythm. He was touching me in all the right places. His excitement was helping mine to build impossibly. Then finally, it broke, I shattered completely and Ben’s climax helped me along. For the first time, I felt it; felt him, erupting in me. We rode it out together, clinging to one another. I would have been happy to stay like that, all intertwined. Instead, the knock on the suite door had us laughing and jumping up to grab bathrobes from the closet.

“Food!” I squealed in delight.

“Right behind you, gorgeous,” he said with a chuckle. “And after we eat, we renegotiate.”

That stopped me in my tracks.

We had a floor picnic in the bedroom. I tried to convince him to eat in bed, but he vehemently objected.

“Really? There’s nothing cool about crumbs in your crack, Sin,” he said with a smirk.

“What makes you think there would be crumbs?” I asked as I batted my eyelashes at him.

“You’re eating a sandwich. Enough said.” With that, he leaned over and kissed me roughly on the cheek and made me laugh.

“Fine. The floor.” I pretended I was pouting as we spread out the duvet, but really, I was plotting. See, I figured if I could just distract him for a few days, then he might not want to ever negotiate. This could be a great argument for my new philosophy: just be. So, with a smile, I ate my sandwich, brushed off the crumbs, devoured my potato salad, and slowly savored that chocolate milk shake. It was real chocolate ice cream, not vanilla and syrup like so many places use. I was in heaven. I was so distracted that I never even realized that Ben was watching me.