story to tell.â She shifted, putting her beer down on the low table, feeling the pulse of the music low and deep, in the same place where her need for him resided. Her skirt rode up to just below the fold of her lap and she let it.
âWhy are you here with me now, William?â
He put his drink down, sliding his palm up her thigh. âI donât know. I canât not be. I want to touch you so bad. What is it about you that draws me this way?â
She widened her thighs in invitation, and in the low light she noted his pupils swallowing nearly all the color in his eyes.
âIf I told you, you wouldnât believe me. So just touch me and let yourself want. Give it free rein. Youâve got nothingto lose.â Her voice was a whisper, but she knew he heard her, even above the music.
He closed his eyes a moment, the war within himself clear on his face. But when he looked at her again, it was clear which side had won.
âOpen all the way.â His normally smooth voice had gone rough, sending a thrill through her.
His fingers glided up the supersensitive skin of her inner thigh, his eyes still locked on hers.
âAre you wet?â
âTouch my pussy and see for yourself.â Please.
âHere?â
âWhy not? Weâre alone up here. For now. It is Las Vegas, after all.â That, and if he didnât touch her she thought she might die.
He got to his knees, pushing hers wide until her skirt hiked up, exposing her panties. âI find myself needing to own you, Nell. Itâsâ¦unusual for me. I donât need to possess the women Iâm with. But youâre unusual.â
The tips of his fingers brushed against the slit of her pussy, sliding gently back and forth. Even through the material of the panties she knew he felt how wet she was. For him.
âWell, cat got your tongue then, witch?â A smile canted his mouth and the suave veneer slid away just a bit, exposing the more carefree man just beneath. Crap, she was in deep with him.
âI could ask if you need help getting those off. But I figure youâve got more than enough practice in the removal of panties department.â
âYouâre quick with the comments there for a woman whose pussy is wet and ready.â He raised a brow at her.
Reaching down, she made quick work of removing her panties before taking his hand and putting it back over her cunt. âWhatever it takes to get you working.â
Spreading her pussy wide open, he leaned his head down and took a taste, just the barest whisper of a tongue flick against her clit. It sent her up an inch with a gasp.
William heard nothing more than her breathing, felt nothing more than her flesh against his hands and mouth. Her taste filled his senses, her scent drowned him. She was everything as he knelt there and worshiped her. Her body was magic, wending her taste through him, addicting, sharp and ultimately her. So unique he knew heâd miss her every time he took a breath for the rest of his days.
The idea of her walking away gripped him, scared him, made him want to ask her to stay so they could explore what they might make together as a couple.
As if she felt his panic, she reached down and sifted gentle fingers through his hair, soothing even as they inflamed his need for more.
Nell felt the cool air against the flesh of her slick pussy as he ran his thumbs through her, bringing her honey up and over her clit. William didnât just touch her, he consumed and she didnât know what do to with it all.
A groan from deep inside pushed through her lips as he began to lap at her. Slowly, gently, but voraciously.
There werenât any words, but they didnât need them. He told her how he felt with his mouth against her as surely as she did by offering herself to him so openly. Whether or not the other fully accepted that, she didnât want to face just then.
William told her so much in his touch. With the slight rasp
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