“Oh, god,” I moan.
He sucks harder, and my hips involuntarily buck up off the cushion. It’s a reaction I can’t control, and I only let them back down again when Denham removes his mouth.
“I know he’s a pretty big figure, Stunner, but I don’t want any other man’s name on your lips. Mine only. Just mine. Especially when it’s my tongue between your legs.”
He makes a slow crawl back up my body and pushes his tongue between my parted lips. His movements are slow and deliberate. He tastes of chocolate and…me.
With every sweep of his tongue he makes a slow circle with his hips, his erection pushes against me through the material of his shorts. I’m now desperate to have him inside of me. Every muscle below my waist aches in anticipation of what those hips can do to me.
I push at his waistband, hoping I can rid him of his shorts quickly.
“I want there to be nothing between us,” I state, and I’m not even embarrassed to say it.
“Patience, Stunner,” he says with a smirk, knowing exactly what he’s doing to me. “I told you, we’re taking it slow tonight.”
Well, we will soon see about that. I place my hands flat on his chest and push him off me gently. He tilts his head in question, but the smirk stays firmly in place. It’s my turn to see how slow he can take it, and I plan on having him begging me for more.
When I straddle his hips, and gently push him backwards, his chest rises and falls faster, and I know I’m going to win this one easily.
“You want slow, Mr. King?” I ask sweetly.
He shakes his head and laughs, “Yeah, stunner. Real slow.”
I rise up so I’m still straddling his legs with my knees, but I’m able to pull on the tie holding his shorts up. The waistband loosens enough for me pull them down, and his erection springs free.
I resist the urge to take him in my mouth straight away, instead I treat him to the same melted chocolate action as he did me, scooping out some with two fingers and drizzling it over his body. I take my time, lapping up the trails, licking and sucking everywhere but where he wants me to. His breaths are coming notably faster, and I know it’s driving him crazy.
So, when I do finally seal my mouth over him, I take his length deep into my throat in one move.
“Fuck,” he hisses. His hands are grabbing the cushion underneath him, so hard his knuckles are white.
I start to move up and down his shaft, licking and sucking and flicking my tongue over the tip as I come back up. His hips start to gyrate with the rhythm of my mouth and I know he’s past taking it slow.
“Come here,” he orders on a breathy groan.
“We’re still taking it slow, right?” I say as I make my way up his body to find his waiting lips.
“We’re taking it however you want it, Stunner. Fast. Slow. However you like. As long as it involves my cock being deep inside you, that’s all I want.”
There’s no smirks or smiles coming from him now. His face is a picture of lust. His eyes are flicking over my body, not knowing where to look next but wanting to see everywhere and everything we’re doing.
We’re both sticky, and covered in chocolate, but it doesn’t matter one bit.
Denham hands me a condom, and I tear it open with my teeth, after showing me how to do this, I’m not worried about it at all,in fact, I make a show of it. Rolling it ever so slowly, watching his head drop back and snap back up to watch. I stroke him a couple of times for good measure then hover over his hips, letting just the tip touch me but not lowering just yet.
I want his mouth on mine when he enters me.
I move up and down, just an inch at a time, getting fractionally lower with each move.
I capture every moan of his with my mouth, and finally when I can’t take it any longer, I drop fast. It seats him deep inside me, and we both cry out.
My mouth leaves his and I sit upright on him, circling my hips against his as he encircles my waist with his big hands.
I forget where we are. I forget that our sounds are carried through the Las Vegas night air and are probably being heard by someone somewhere on the strip. All of it pales into oblivion when Denham drops his hips from under me, and thrusts upwards, holding my waist and pulling me into him. The sensations send me crazy as he does this over and over again, grinding his pelvis against mine when we make contact and dropping away again.
“Ari, are you gonna come? Fuck…I can’t hold on.”
Tension builds. The guttural sounds coming from both of us get louder, and when Denham’s movements get faster with no let up, and his jaw clenches tight, I know he’s on the edge of his orgasm.
