Page 19 of What Happens In Vegas
Before she realized what he was doing, Quinn leaned downand his lips scorched a hot trail over the rise of her breasts. She tangled her fingers into his hair as he pushed her back until the edge of the bed stopped her. She sank down, and fell sideways across the soft duvet.
Without missing a beat, Quinn shucked off his briefs and Bonni was spellbound at the sight of him. She hooked her thumbs around the waistband of her panties.
‘Off.’ The need formore words was unnecessary.
Quinn came to her, the evidence of his arousal impressive and demanding. ‘Your wish is my command, madam.’
He pushed her hands aside and drew her panties lower, letting his hand trail over her skin. The silky garment seemed so fragile in his strong fingers.
He kneeled on the bed between her ankles, forcing her legs wider, leaving her completely exposed, and to aman she’d met only a couple of hours ago. And she wasn’t feeling the least bit shy.
‘Stunning,’ he murmured. ‘I’ve never seen a sweeter pussy.’ He placed his hands on her knees, pushing them further apart.She held her breath when he leaned down and kissed the crease of her thigh.
‘Condoms . . . in my purse.’
‘Patience, my lovely. We have all night.’
His mouth had a magical touch. She moaned,raising her hips to him, and he slid his hands under her, lifting her even higher to give him better access. His tongue swept along her sensitive folds until he found her clitoris.
‘Quinn . . .’ His name came out in a hoarse whisper, and she couldn’t control the bucking of her hips as he gave her sublime attention. Bonni held his head, not wanting to let him go. Every little thing he did lefther wanting more.
His thumb circled her opening, as he found her clit again. His hand and mouth moved in unison, as if their whole purpose in this world was to give her pleasure. Bonni couldn’t do anything except lay there andfeelas she rocketed toward an orgasm.
He was talented, there was no doubt about that, and she didn’t even want to think where he’d gained such skills, only that she wasthe recipient of them now.
‘Q–quinn . . . mmm.’ Bonni drew in ragged breaths. He held her bottom in a vice-like grip, keeping her up, relentlessly drawing out more and more sensations. She held her breath, clasping at the sheets with her hands. As the wave of pleasure reached its peak, she came apart under him. Unable to keep her body still, she shuddered, and he held her tight, drawing out herrelease with excruciating delight. She’d been holding her breath, and it whooshed out of her. Gradually, she started to relax, but he wouldn’t let her and found another orgasm lurking deep inside her.
‘Ahhh.’ Bonni’s body tensed and she crumpled to the bed in a mind-numbing rush of release that she let take her over theedge into a vast abyss. She closed her eyes and then opened them again tosee him looking at her from between her knees.
‘My God.’ Bonni just lay there, unable to move as he came up to lie beside her. He gathered her, rolling her into him, and she rested her head on his chest.
‘That’s never . . .’ She couldn’t find the right words.
‘Then I’m glad I was the first.’ He pressed a kiss to her temple and ran his hand over her body, comforting and calming, yet keepingthe embers of her arousal smoldering.
His erection, insistent and tempting between them, lured her. Bonni reached down and held him, gently squeezing and running her fingers along his length. She sighed, loving the feel of him.
He groaned, and his muscles constricted.
‘My purse,’ she murmured into his shoulder. He reached over and got it from the table. Bonni let him go and fumbled to openit. The condoms the girls had given her scattered over the rumpled bedsheets.
Quinn chuckled and raised his eyebrows.
‘In for a session, are we?’ He grinned and poked the packages on the bed.
Bonni felt surprisingly at ease with him. ‘A girl has to be prepared.’ He chuckled, and she loved the intimacy of the moment. The afterglow of her orgasm lingered, and being snuggled next to him seemedabsolutely perfect. ‘Well, if truth be told, my friends snuck them into my bag while we were dancing. They are clearly much more prepared than I.’
‘I see.’ He squeezed his arm on her shoulder. ‘Not something that you do on a regular basis?’
‘Ha! Far from it. In fact, it’s been quite a while since I’ve slept with anyone,’ Bonni found herself admitting. ‘How about you?’ she asked him quietly,not really sure she wanted to knowthe answer. Before he could respond, she placed her hand on his chest. ‘No, please don’t answer that. I don’t think I want to know.’
Their gazes met, and Bonni was the first to look away, resting her head back on his shoulder and feeling the rise of his chest when he drew in a big breath. It was the first slightly awkward moment between them.
‘Whenever youwant to know, just ask,’ he told her, which quite nicely moved them past the moment.
Bonni didn’t respond, and instead ran her hand across his belly and a bit lower, until her fingers brushed his pubic hair. There was something about this man that made her comfortable. It could be any one of the numerous qualities she was discovering about him: his quiet confidence, his larger-than-life presence,his skill in the sexual department or his ability to sense her mood.
Her passion for him grew again and, before she started thinking too much, Bonni held his dick, enjoying the feel of his steely length in her hand.
She rose up on her elbow and looked into his face. So far, this evening had been full of surprises. Nice surprises. Surprises she hadn’t expected in a million years. Quinn’s gazewas magnetizing. Bonni looked into his eyes and squeezed his cock. He sucked in a breath but didn’t look away from her.
‘I think it’s time we took advantage of the generosity of my friends.’ Bonni held up a condom. ‘Don’t you?’
