Page 102 of The Vegas Lie
He sucked on her neck and sank his fingers into her hip and thrust into her until her legs fell apart and she went limp. Their bodies remained connected as he thrust, angling between licking her neck, kissing her lips, and sucking her nipples.
“Are you coming for me?” He kissed her earlobe. “You’re coming for your husband, Rai?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
“Come all over me, Raina.”
He returned to slow and deep, to him firm and thick, his movements putting pressure on her clit and his tongue in her mouth until the orgasm hit her like a semi.
She came so hard, she gushed.
All over him.
Like a good girl.
Moaning, he released her tongue and looked down at the mess their bodies had created. “Mrs. Saraci,” he said, out of breath, “you are incredible.”
She laughed, which caused her inner muscles to contract, forcing his eyes to roll back their sockets. Then they were moving again, the quickness of his breaths so hypnotizing that she nearly forgot to tell him...
“Lucas, I’m not on the pill. You…have to…pull out.”
“Your pussy’s so fucking warm.”
She locked one leg around him. “Don’t come inside me.”
“I won’t.”
“You can’t.”
He groaned. “Mm-hmm.”
“Are you there?”
“Right…there.”
She sank her fingernails into his ass and pulled him deeper, but he pulled out at the last minute, a fist wrapped around his head. Cradling her chin, he coaxed her toward him and slid between her lips, thrusting a few times before he came, pulsing on her tongue.
She sucked.
He hissed and gave her more.
And she swallowed it all.
Like a good girl.
Once he was spent, she released him. He collapsed next to her on the sofa, and she crawled on top of him. They were both panting and covered in sweat and other fluids, but he didn’t seem to care, and she loved that he didn’t seem to care.
The heat dissipated from their skin, and a rush of cold from the air vents sent goosebumps all over her body. Lucas tracing her spine evoked its own set of goosebumps.
Neither one of them said a word.
A few moments later, she looked up, expecting to see closed eyelids, but he was looking down at her.
Their breaths picked back up.
She rose, straddled his waist, angled his erection, and filled herself with sweet, sweet bliss.
He held her hips as she rotated her pelvis, riding him in steady, wavelike motions that sent jolts to her clit. While she rode, he stroked and plucked her nipples as she drew circles between her legs.