Page 20 of Vegas Baby

She pushes in and kisses me forcefully, her tongue tracing my mouth. And I may not have wanted to push her, but obviously Kira has a new zest for life. I fucking love it.

I lift her and she wraps her legs around me obligingly. I walk her into the bedroom, kicking the door open so I can set her gently down on the bed.

I run a hand down her cheek before undoing the collar and putting it on the nightstand. My fingers trace over her slender neck, brushing her hair back. I lean in, kissing her mouth, her ear, and all around her neck, as I press her back until she’s lying down.

I slowly undress her, appreciating every curve and dip of her strong, petite body. Her gorgeous handful tits with dark nipples peaked invitingly in the cool air-conditioned room. Her round hips, between which lay brunette curls fragrant with her arousal. Lean, strong legs I plan to have wrapped around my head soon.

As I’m putting her last sock on the floor, she whimpers, eyeing me with a hunger that ignites a fire deep in my belly.

I whip off my shirt and crawl over the bed, needing to feel her beneath me. She kisses and licks at my ear and neck, exactly as I did hers a moment ago. My cock strains against my zipper, so I pull away.

“You’re still recovering, mi cielo,” I murmur against her ear. “We’re going to take this very, very slowly.”

I kiss my way down the column of her neck, down her chest, licking circles around each nipple. She shifts and moans sweetly under me as I continue to work my way down, down, down.

When my mouth nears her hips, her fragrance overwhelms me. I bury my nose between her legs and inhale. “Oh, Dios mío,” I groan into the soft flesh of her inner thighs. “You smell amazing.”

She opens her legs widely, her fingers parting her nether lips. “Taste me, Sebastian.”

Holy. Hell. Obligingly, I blow a breath over her warm, wet center. “My heaven, I’m not just going to taste you. I’m going to feast on you,” I promise her.

And I make good on my promise, licking and touching and fucking her with my tongue and my fingers until she’s coming undone, screaming in Russian as her pussy convulses in my mouth. I remove the two fingers I had inside her, offering them to her sweet mouth.

She takes them, hungrily sucking her juices. I inhale sharply as my cock twitches in my pants. Like she knows, she tells me, “I want to suck your dick. Now.”

I laugh and shake my head. “I don’t think that will be good for your neck, darling. Another time. I can wait.”

She yanks my hand until she’s pulled me close enough to get to my mouth, then kisses me fiercely. “Then fuck me. Please. I need more of you.”

I hesitate, unsure how far we can go without hurting her. But the desire to be in her is overwhelming.

“Show me your cock, Sebastian. I need it. I need you,” she begs, as if sensing my hesitation and knowing dirty talk was a good way to give me a hard shove over the edge. Her sudden switch to aggressive and sexual has me reeling.

In fact, I’m so turned on I can’t even respond. I barely get my fly open before she’s pulling at me, before I’m burying myself in her. And where I’d intended to take her sweetly, slowly, gently, we’re fucking like animals. I realize quickly it’s in part because she’s using her powerful legs to pull me in deep. Partly because she feels like heaven — mi cielo, my heaven — and I need her. All of her. Her expressive eyes, her blunt words, her laugh, her soft skin, her tight, hungry pussy. All of it.

But right now, it’s her pussy I need most. Even buried in it, I’m in a frenzy for more. I pump hard until I’m sweating and moaning, Kira’s hips writhing as she moans with me.

She grabs her breasts, bucks her hips, and calls out my name as she comes on my cock. As she clamps down around me, my balls tighten, and stars explode in my eyes as I come with her.

There are orgasms, and then there are sex-with-Kira orgasms. Holy. Hell.

Exhausted on every level, I pull out and sink face down on the bed next to her, slinging my arm over her torso. She strokes my skin languidly as we both pant from the effort of fucking each other senseless.

Once my pulse has returned to normal, I climb off the bed and go to the bathroom to clean up, coming back with a warm rag to do the same for Kira. She moans appreciatively and I almost want to go down on her again. I chuckle to myself. It’s official: Kira Luan turns me into a sex-depraved maniac, addicted to the taste of her skin, her lips, her pussy.

“What’s so funny?” she asks, her voice filled with sleepy satisfaction.

I chuck the rag in the laundry bin behind the door and rejoin her on the bed, stretching my body next to hers and kissing her deeply. “When you moan, it makes me want to eat you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner,” I explain teasingly.

She gives a fake, exaggerated moan which abruptly devolves into laughter, and then I’m laughing with her.

“Seriously, though, is your neck okay?” I ask after the laughter has died down.

She turns her head slightly so she can look me in the eye. “Yes. It’s okay. More than okay.”

I lean in and nuzzle my nose against hers, placing a light kiss on her lips. “Good, I’m glad to hear it. How about I make us lunch?”

“I’m not lunch?” she teases.