That Vegas Weekend Revisited - final chapter

Whitney awoke still wrapped in Michael's arms. She tried to adjust without waking him and laid her head on his chest. She listened to the sound of his even breathing and the beat of his heart, her head rising and falling with every breath. It was their last few hours together and she wanted to remember every thing. Every moment, every breath, every inch of his face and body so that when she closed her eyes it would come back to her in a perfect memory.

Whitney placed light kisses along Michael's neck and down his shoulder causing him to stir a little. She smiled wickedly as she kissed her way down his chest until she reached his nipple. She flicked her tongue across it lightly then grazed her teeth across it. When she looked up his eyes were open and a small smile played at his lips. Michael tightened his grip around her and rolled her onto her back.

Michael kissed her lips and then pulled back, teasing her and letting his breath and the light touch of his lips make her crave more. Whitney lifted her head toward him, trying to capture his lips but his smile told her he would not give in easily. She slid her fingers up his back, tickling along the way, causing goose bumps to rise on his skin. Whitney began kissing his neck, lightly biting the skin and worked her way up his chin and finally to his lips. She pulled his bottom lip between hers and suckled it while digging her nails into his back.

When their lips finally parted, Whitney opened her eyes and found herself looking into Michael's eyes. She smiled and moaned softly as he began to kiss and bite her neck, his hand moving up to her breast cupping it, rolling and pinching the nipple gently between his fingers. Moaning softly, she ran her fingers through his hair and down his back.

He kissed and lightly bit his way down her chest his hand moving down, starting at the knee, his fingers brushing lightly behind her knee causing her to giggle. Michael kissed and licked his way back up Whitney's body stopping at her breasts and taking one after the other in his mouth, letting his teeth graze her nipples gently. She trembled beneath him as his fingers ran lightly up and down the outside of her thigh. Her mind raced ahead, secretly needing him to touch her where the fire of her passion burned the hottest. His fingers caressed her knee, then up the inside of her thigh, coming so close to where she wanted him, yet his fingers went over her hip instead.

He kissed up to her neck and growled in her ear. He bit down on her shoulder hard enough to make her gasp and stifle a scream. Their eyes met again and she felt his finger brush across her neck, then the side of her face just before sliding it across her bottom lip. Her tongue touched the tip of his finger, kissing it, making her think of some of the other things that had touched her lips recently. Whitney pulled Michael close to kiss him but he barely touched her lips making her moan in protest. Their eyes locked on each other and she felt his hand glide down her side, his fingers lightly brushed across her wetness teasing her.

Michael slid his finger up and down her soft, wet lips. He looked into her eyes and parted her lips with his fingertip. His finger moved up until he reached her clit, gently moving his finger in small circles just below that sensitive bud. Her gasp and the movement of her hips let him know he was right where he needed to be. Continuing to tease her with his finger, he closed his hand over one of her breasts and kneaded it and played with the nipple, his finger moving down to her opening.

Whitney cooed at his every touch. As his finger slid inside her, Whitney reached out and touched his chest to get his attention. A desperate pleading filled her face as she said, “I don't want you to tease me anymore, Michael. I need you to make love to me, now.” Whitney took his face in her hands, bringing him closer to her and kissed his lips. “If you love me, then make love to me now before we must go.” she nearly whimpered.

“I do love you.” Michael said as he looked into the storm of mixed emotions in her eyes. He slid is finger back slowly and back up and over her clit. He kissed her lips softly, one hand under her neck the other resting on her hip. Small kisses left a trail over her cheek, down her neck to her breast. Michael took her nipple between his lips as he lifted her hips slightly, seeing her bite her lip, he eased forward and entered her slowly. A small moan filled the room as he pressed himself to the hilt.

Her moans filled the room as he thrust into her, her nails digging into his shoulders then running down his chest. When she ran out of chest to scratch, Whitney let her fingers run over her own skin. Cupping her breasts, she began to play with the nipples, rubbing and pinching them while her hips rocked in time with his every motion. Her orgasm began to build yet she knew if she came he would as well and she was not ready for it to end just yet.

Michael continued the slow, sensual motion. He could feel the walls of her wet, soft sex tightening slightly around him. Her arms went around his neck and pulled him to her. The kiss that followed was soft and sweet, neither wanting to break such a powerful sensation. Whitney wrapped her legs around him, locking her ankles just under his backside. She pulled him forward with her legs, controlling his thrusts. Her lips only left his when her orgasm began to build once more, her whimpers and moans escaping from their kiss. As it started to reach its peak she bit his lip briefly.

He pulled away from her bite as her orgasm came crashing down. He looked deep in her eyes to see the fire and passion there. She cried out, “I love you Michael.”, as the orgasm coursed through her body. Her cries, the pulsing around him and the look on her face caused Michael's own orgasm to begin. His moans joined hers, echoing back to them, as they enjoyed their final mutual orgasm.

Michael collapsed against her and felt her legs come to rest behind his knees. Her fingers trailed lovingly up and down his back, his face buried into her neck. Time had no meaning to either of them as they laid there in the aftermath of each of their orgasms. Michael caressed her cheek and kissed her lips softly. A short lived smile graced her face followed by a whimper of disappointment, as she felt him leave her body. They held each other for a time, not near long enough in each ones eyes, then got up and showered together.

Michael got dressed and began to pack his things while Whitney started to clean up and finished up the dishes. He knew this was likely the last time he would get to see her and he needed some way to remember this wonderful weekend. He looked over and near the foot of the bed was the bag that contained her things from the bathroom. He glanced inside and saw the bottle of perfume she had worn this weekend. He reached into the bag and slid the perfume into his suitcase. He set his bag near the door and turned around as she walked out of the kitchen.

As she entered the room she could not help but notice the bag near the door and him flashing that sexy grin. She smiled and walked over to him and wrapped her arms around him. His strong arms embraced her once more, his warmth filling her with a sad calmness. He pulled her chin up and kissed her lips and looked into her eyes. She knew the thoughts that she read in his eyes mirrored her own. He leaned down and picked up his bag and took her hand, offered her one more small grin and stepped out the door.

She stood on the porch and watched him put his bag in the rental car. She even smiled when he started the car and winked at her as he started to pull out of the driveway. A lone sadness crept into her as she stood in the doorway all alone. She looked around, thinking about the past weekend and sat on the edge of the freshly made bed. Fifteen minutes passed before she realized she too needed to head home. She packed her bags and loaded them into her car. As she drove toward home, she knew that while she was going back to life as she knew it, when ever she closed her eyes the memory of this weekend would be with her forever.

Michael returned to work on Monday with a fresh outlook and a whole new list of ideas for upcoming ads. Everyone noticed the difference, especially his boss and secretary. There was a whole new aura about him and he started using the most wonderful incense in his office. It was kind of sweet and enticing and kept Michael’s spirits high even through the toughest of days.


My sincere thank you to Seker for his hard work and dedication to this project. Without his heartfelt input, it wouldn't have been the same. Thank you Seker, from the bottom of my heart!