What Happens In Vegas... Doesn't Always Stay There (17 page)

She cocked her brow at him, a saucy grin spreading across her lips. “You mean the day you

let me blow you without telling me I had the wrong person?”

He cleared his throat, a flash of guilt passing through his eyes. “What I mean is the fact I met

you. Not necessarily the circumstances…”

She loved seeing him squirm and couldn’t resist teasing him further. “So you didn’t enjoy my

lips on you?”

He groaned, shifting under her, an erection beginning to form in his jeans.

Sitting up on him, straddling his lap, she undid his belt and pants. “So, do you think maybe I

should try again?” she shrugged, pulling her lower lip between her teeth. “I mean, I don’t want

you to get the impression that I’m horrible at it. I would like to have a second chance.”

He took a deep breath in and slowly released it. “I, ummmm. Yeah. I’m good with giving you

another shot.”

Grinning, Genevieve hooked her thumbs into the belt loops of his jeans and tugged them

down. Grabbing the waistband of his boxer briefs, she gave them a yank down, exposing his

erection to her. The yearning between her legs ignited at the sight of his beautiful cock, proud

and ready to pleasure her in any way she wanted it to.

She wiggled her way down the length of his body until her mouth was hovering over his

member. Grasping his dick she lazily began stroking him, lifting her gaze from his member to

meet his eyes. Hunger flared up in his blue eyes, causing another stir between her legs.

Ducking her head, she lashed out her tongue and flicked at one of his balls. His body tensed

and he inhaled sharply, his fingers slipping into her hair and grasping the back of her head. Her tongue lashed out at the second ball and was rewarded with another groan. Smiling, she softly

sucked one ball into her mouth, teasing it with her tongue. His entire body vibrated and his

fingers fisted into her hair, as she released the first ball to suck in the second.

“Very good. Oh, very good,” he growled.

She released his ball and grinned, looking back up at him. “So better than in Vegas?” She

didn’t wait for a reply, which ended up being a groaning sound, but ran the tip of her tongue

along the side of his shaft and then circled the head before sucking it onto her mouth and toying with the slit.

“So incredible, Ginny.”

Grasping the base of his shaft in her hand she began to stroke the base while her mouth

moved up and down on him, her tongue circling and teasing with each up and down motion. It

didn’t take long before he was bucking up into her mouth, the head of his cock slamming against

the back of her throat with each thrust.

She moaned around his cock and he groaned with her, the vibrations of her moans taking him

to another level of desire. She could feel his cock thickening as his balls tightened in her mouth.

He was going to cum and she welcome it, quickening her pace, and tightening her grasp on the

base of his dick.

Unlike in Vegas he didn’t verbally warn her before a forceful stream of his cum came rushing

into her mouth as she swallowed him down. Once the last spurt of his seed left his shaft, she

licked him clean before releasing him and looked up to meet his gaze.

His blue eyes turned incredibly dark, sending a shiver through her. Pushing her back, he got

off the sofa and stood. Grabbing her hand he pulled her up with him. Without warning his mouth

came crashing down on hers and her mind went blank as the feelings of pleasure came rushing

through her.

As they became slaves to their desires for each other their clothing was removed in a blur as

he urged her toward the bedroom. But they didn’t make it. Her panties were the last article of

clothing to be removed between them, just as they reached the entrance to the kitchen.

“Change in plans,” he announced, looking into the kitchen and smiling.

“Huh?” She glanced into the room wondering what he had in mind. She didn’t have much

time to ponder; grabbing her thighs, he hoisted her up onto his hips and walked with her into the kitchen and set her onto the countertop next to the fridge.

“Don’t move.”

Genevieve trembled. It was cooler in the kitchen than the rest of the house and her nipples

immediately tightened in response to the chill. She watched him open the fridge, fumble inside

and when he emerged he was holding strawberries and whipped cream in one hand and a bottle

of wine in the other.

“We’re having a snack?” she asked, giving him a timid smile, as she placed her hands on the

counter behind her and leaned back.

Smiling, Graham gave her a wink and set the berries and whipped cream on the countertop

beside her then took a second to open the bottle of white wine. “Oh yeah.” Placing the opened

bottle of wine on the counter, he grabbed the whipped cream can and shook it before popping off

the top. Pointing the nozzle toward her left nipple, he sprayed a small dollop onto it, covering the peak. She inhaled sharply, the cool whip teasing her hard nipple. He added another dollop onto

her other nipple and then stepped back, inspecting his handiwork.

“You had better be cleaning that up mister.”

“I indeed to.” He leaned down and his tongue lashed out swiping the cream from her nipple,

then took it into his mouth a second time nipping lightly and sending a jolt of pleasure through

her. Kissing his way across her chest he repeated the process with the second nipple.

Coating her nipples a second time, he removed a strawberry from the box and swiped the

end of the berry in the cream and held it to her mouth. She hesitated a moment before taking a

bite from the sweet, succulent fruit.

He dipped a second berry into the cream on her second nipple, ate the berry and then covered

his lips with hers. His lips and tongue were sweet and delicious as their kiss deepened, their

tongues dancing.

She was so engrossed in the pleasure of his lips and tongue that she didn’t notice him picking

up the can until she felt the cool cream covering her mound. She broke the kiss with a squeal.

She tried to close her legs, but his body in front of her refused to allow it.

“Oh my God, it’s cold,” she protested, laughing.

“Mmmm. Then let me warm you.” Pulling her to the edge of the counter, he crouched and

licked the length of her, gathering up the whipped cream as he went.

The cool quickly turned to warmth as his tongue removed the cream from her mound. She

groaned, closing her eyes and allowing her head to fall back, moaning softly. As soon as the

coolness was removed and she sighed, she was jolted back to alertness by a cold liquid being

poured over her mound.

She inhaled sharply and looked down to see him part her soft folds and lick up the length of

her slit, lapping up the wine that coated her mound. The heat of his tongue in combination with

the coolness was thrilling, making her pussy clench in need. She wiggled against his mouth and

tongue, willing him to thrust his tongue into her needy core. But he denied her.

Once her mound was clean of the wine and cream, Graham straightened; the intensity in his

gaze sent a chill of anticipation through her. She glanced down between them and another surge

of need rushed through her seeing his shaft, full and ready to take her.

Slipping a hand behind her head, his lips met hers as he lined himself up with her entrance.

With one hard, fast thrust he embedded himself deep into her. Her entire body vibrated and her

fingers clawed at the granite underneath her as he began to move within her and with each thrust

the head of his shaft stroked her inner wall.

She whimpered and moaned against his lips and exploring tongue. Each inward thrust pushed

her closer to the edge. Pulling her lips from his she began kissing and nipping her way down the

side of his neck, enjoying the sound of his low, feral groans with each thrust.

“So good. I’ve been dreaming of this,” she gasped., Wrapping her legs around his waist she

began moving with him as she gripped his shoulders, her fingernails digging into the muscular

flesh and leaving deep crescent shapes. Their movements became more frantic as they both came

barrelling toward their respective orgasms.

“Me too baby.” His shaft moved in and out of her with such grace and determination,

glistening with her juices with each outward thrust.

The coil of desire within her tightened, causing her belly to ache from anticipation as she

reached the brink. She nipped at the side of his neck again and groaned. She was almost there –

so close. Clutching to him as tight as she could her pussy erupted around his dick, a wave of

relief washing over her, making her cry out.

“Oh Jesus Ginny.” His pace became frantic slamming into her, not giving her a moment to

bask in her orgasm and sending her rapidly on the way to another.

“Harder. Oh God harder!” she screamed. She could feel him preparing to unleash inside of

her and she desperately wanted to come with him. She leaned back again and caught his gaze as

she moved with him, meeting his speed and intensity, watching as his cock hammered into her.

Slipping her fingers to her mound she began working her clit and found herself at the edge in

seconds, preparing, waiting for him. Just when she thought she couldn’t take another moment

and would have to come once more without him, he slammed into her so hard that it moved her

back on the counter an inch and with a low growl-like groan he released.

The feel of his cum filling her sent her over the edge once more and her cries joined his

groans as their fluids combined and mixed within her around his rapidly depleting cock.

“Oh sweet damn baby.” His body relaxed as he lowered his lips to hers, kissing her tenderly.

As their tongues duelled and her heart rate slowly went back to normal all that she could

think was that she was easily the luckiest woman alive to be given such an incredible man.

Chapter 15

Genevieve turned the corner and onto Graham’s street with a wide smile on her face as she

imagined Graham’s expression when he came home after working the overnight shift to see her

in his bed, giftwrapped and waiting for him. She’d been up most of the night she’d been so

excited about the day. Today was their one-month anniversary and they had plans for the evening

so there was no way he’d be expecting her there. She’d even decided to keep the store closed for

the day so she could devote it to pampering him. It seemed like he was always the one going

above and beyond to make her happy, she wanted to return the favour. The fact that it was a

surprise made it even more exciting.

As his house drew closer she was slightly disappointed to see his car was in the driveway;

she’d really been hoping to make it to his place before he did. She knew where his “hidden” key

was and suspected he wouldn’t be upset in the least with her showing up and letting herself in.

Ahhh well, it’s still a surprise
, she supposed and her smile returned, but quickly faded to see there was a car parked on the other side of his. She knew some of his friends – the ones who

mattered and could possibly arrive at such an early hour anyhow – and didn’t recall them having

a small blue Fiat. Maybe it was a neighbour who needed the parking spot?

Deciding to park on the side of the road, she slowed and parked in front of his house. Getting

out of the car, she popped the trunk and gathered the bags of food and Frederick’s of Hollywood

bag. She knew he was going to go insane when he saw her wearing what was in the bag. Closing

the trunk, she made her way up his driveway and placed the bags on the doorstep. She turned and

was going to retrieve the key he kept hidden under a big rock behind the garbage bin when the

sound of the front door opening had her freezing in the spot.

Well, shit. I guess this means Plan B of sneaking in and waking him up with a blow job and a

hot lunch on the table when he wakes in the afternoon is out of the question now. Talk about bad
timing!

“Can I help you?”

Genevieve’s entire world stopped at the sound of a female voice behind her coming from the

house.
Don’t jump to any conclusions
, she coached herself as she slowly turned to come face to face with a tall leggy blonde woman, barefoot and only wearing a black satin negligee that was

so short if the woman bent the neighbours would be given a show. The other woman was

insanely beautiful.

“Can I help you?” the blonde asked again, planting a hand on her hip, her blue eyes

narrowing as she scanned Genevieve.

“Who are you?”

The blonde pasted a smile on her lips and stepped out onto the porch, extending her hand to

Genevieve. “I’m Emma. Graham’s wife.”

Again, the world seemed to stop moving as she looked down at the other woman’s perfectly

French manicured hand waiting for her to accept the handshake.

“His wife?” This had to be some mistake. It had to be. “Graham isn’t married.”

The other woman’s smile turned to a smirk as she dropped her hand. “Sorry to disappoint.

Not sure what he told you, but I’m very much a part of his life.”

“Then why haven’t I seen you before?” She and Graham spent virtually every free minute

together, there was no way he was cheating – he couldn’t. When would he have the time?

But you also thought he working last night, that’s why you stayed home. What if all those