That weekend in Vegas

Whitney knew why she said yes, but it kind of surprised her how fast it came out of her mouth. She realized if she had taken time to think about it, she never would have let him come up to her room. Within moments, her thoughts still racing, she heard a knock at the door. She opened the door and for a moment they both just stood there looking into each others eyes. Then without a word she was in his arms. He reached out and touched her face, and then he kissed her softly gently sucking on her lower lip. He felt her hands in his hair, then down his sides and inside his shirt as she pulled it over his head. She kissed Michaels neck then began to bite it softly as she guided him into the room. She tried to shove him onto the bed, but he pulled her to him and slowly ran his hands up her legs and under her dress. He kissed her stomach as he pushed the dress up over her breasts and finally over her head. The rekindled passion between them was felt as their lips met again. As their embrace continued, he caressed her cheek. His hands glided over her skin like silk, trailing down her neck and over her shoulders. He broke the kiss and looked into her passion filled eyes as he began to undo her bra. She slid her hands down his chest as the clasps were being undone and unbuttoned his pants.

As the straps of her bra began to slide down her arms, she hooked her thumbs into his boxers and pressed the three articles of clothing to the floor. Then she took him into her mouth as far as she could, sliding her wet warm lips up and down his cock. She changed the pace by rolling her tongue around the head licking and kissing it until his legs began to tense and quiver. He pulled her up to him and bit her neck and kissed his way to her breasts. Her nipples were already hard but he took each one in his mouth kissing, licking and sucking on them, making them harder still.

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