Risking it All in Vegas

"Are you sure this is what you want?" I whispered even as my breasts heaved beneath the thin material of my halter-top.

"More than anything," he said in a sure, soft voice. His hand lifted to gently brush back an errant curl of crimson that lay against the side of my face. "But only if you want it too."

"I do," I whispered, my fingers lightly trailing down to his lips.

"I want you, Cyn ... more than anyone else I've ever known." His lips toyed with my finger, drawing it into his mouth.

I smiled gently, knowing that I would have no regrets. This was right. My heart said so. And I wanted to hold on to it forever. Taking his hand in mine, I gently tugged and he followed, our eyes locking as I led him into the bedroom.

***

Martin:

Her lips were suctioned to mine, our tongues intertwined as her arms wrapped around my body. Heat seemed to be radiating from us like the distortions on a lonely stretch of desert highway at noon. My hands were firmly planted on her ass, my fingers exploring and massaging the curve of her shapely buttocks. We staggered backwards, unwilling to break the kiss as we maneuvered blindly towards the large bed. Cyn suckled on my tongue, her lips coaxing it out of my mouth in a subtle hint of what was to come.

We fell back onto the bed, collapsing in a tangle of legs and arms. I dove my hands into her hair and pulled her in close to me, desperate to taste her and be near her. My cock was hard and aching against the pressure of her voluptuous body as we rolled together on top of the soft comforter. I couldn't believe how turned on I was. My face was burning with hot blood as my legs clamped around hers, our bodies seemingly glued together. I could feel her fingers reaching for the bottom of my t-shirt as we kissed. Her fingertips touched my flesh and I kissed all the more deeply.

"Sit up," I whispered in her ear.

"Okay," she breathed and looked at me shyly.

"Take off your shirt," I said as we stood on our knees before each other, the room dimly lit and filled with anticipation.

Cyn reached down and grasped the bottom of her halter-top, the shiny green fabric iridescently glittering in the low light. I watched with hungry eyes as she pulled the top up, revealing the pale flesh of her stomach and then slowly to the bottoms of her breasts. The fabric rolled and then pulled on her heavy tits, lifting them up for a moment as she came free of her shirt. Her breasts bounced back into place, jiggling and swaying as she lifted the shirt over her head and then cast it away. I marveled at her, drinking in her fluid curves and milky skin. The perfect size of her breasts and their delicate fullness made me feel light headed.

I lowered myself down to the floor as she scooted to the edge of the bed. Once on my knees, I leaned against the bed and pulled her closer by the hips until her legs were open wide and her crotch was against my body. I pulled off my t-shirt and then began gently kissing over her stomach. I rolled my tongue wetly around her navel, up to the bottoms of her tits and then to her sides. My hands gripped her arms, allowing her no movement.

Cyn leaned forward a little, letting her breasts hang slightly as I worked my mouth around the impressive swell of her right tit. The stubble on my chin grazed her erected nipple briefly and then I began kissing up the slope to her chest and collarbone. I licked and suckled up her neck and to the base of her ear. Cyn moaned softly, my hands still firmly holding her arms as I slid around to the back of her neck and began French kissing.

"Yes," she breathed and tilted her head back, her eyes closed beneath fluttering lids.

I worked my way back down again, this time turning to her left breast. I kissed my way down the soft slope and then began circling her nipple with my tongue, wetting the skin and relishing her hardened bud. Her breathing was becoming quick and shallow as I sucked her sensitive nub into my eager mouth and began flicking it with my tongue. I pressed the nipple between my lips as I worked my tongue against it. Cyn was smiling as I looked up at her, her lips curved and displaying such an expression of pleasure that my cock grew even harder in my jeans.

I worked on her breasts for the next five minutes, tenderly licking and suckling her. I wanted to enjoy every moment of my exploration of her body, I wanted to savor every taste and small moan of arousal. As I finished with her breast (for the moment anyway) I slowly began unbuttoning her shorts. I kissed my way back down her torso and stomach, dragging my tongue. As I released her zipper my lips wetly pressed to the no man's land between the heat of her sex and the dip of her navel. I lathered my mouth across her silky skin as my hands held hers down to the bed.

"You're driving me crazy," she whispered down to me.

"I know," I smiled as she lifted her hips and the shorts began to slide off.

"You know I'm going to make you pay for this..."

"I know," I inhaled her scent through the flimsy material of her panties. Her musk was undeniable as I licked my lips. I then began kissing her thighs, nibbling and suckling the flesh, teasing her and preparing her for what I had in mind.

"Oh God," she whispered, a breath hitched in her throat as she shivered.

I found that her panties were already soaked from her juices as I applied my tongue to her swollen mound. I thought of moving the fabric but then decided to take a different approach. I explored with my tongue and found the slowly hardening button of flesh at the top of her slit. I rubbed my tongue back and forth over it through her panties, teasing the clitoral hood and letting the texture of the fabric stimulate her. Cyn gripped the bedspread with her fingers and dug in as I played with her clit through her panties, my lips, chin and nose now soaking from her excitement.

A small coo of approval escaped her sultry lips as I lapped and rubbed against her clit, the panties now completely soaked to the very fiber. I then began pushing my way past the patch of fabric and attacking her naked clit. Cyn laid back and I released her hands. I spread her labia wide and inserted two fingers as I pushed her panties aside with the other hand. I lapped and nibbled at her clit as I finger fucked her cunt gently. I could hear the subtle wet sounds of my entry into her sex, a sensual sucking that made me feel lightheaded again.

Ten minutes later, she was panting, her arms above her head and mouth open wide as I machine-gunned her swollen love button with my tongue. Cyn then cried out and bucked her hips against my mouth. I grasped her hips and relentlessly continued working on her clit, not letting up for a moment. I wanted her to feel as good as she made me feel. I could feel her pussy spasm around my fingers as her orgasm seared through her body.

Cyn moaned loudly, a mix of wanton lust and uncontrollable need.

***

Cyn:

He was driving me insane with lust.

He had managed to send me on a tumulus spiral upwards towards that deep abyss that kept whispering my name, growing in intensity with each pass of his tongue ... each thrust of his fingers. I felt both trapped beneath his ministrations and freed at the beauty of the moment as my whole body seemed suspended in time, screaming for release. When it came, I don't remember a moment in my past that quite compared to this one moment with him. I couldn't stop the uncontrollable spasms that kept coursing through my body like a runaway freight train.

My hands slid down to his head as I jerked and bucked beneath him, half pushing him away from my over-sensitive flesh as I cried out, half pulling him closer in my need for more. My body couldn't make a decision on whether I needed to catch my breath or beg for him to just keep doing whatever it was that he was doing.

"Oh god, Martin," I managed to moan as my gaze dropped to him feasting between the trembling of my silky thighs.

When he stopped long enough to grin up at me, the need for his own release glimmering in his gaze, I knew that turn about was fair play and I had every intention of driving him wild with lust. I pulled away, scooting back on the bed, putting space between us as he continued to kneel on the floor at the edge. Crooking a finger with a sultry look radiating from my eyes to his, I whispered in a husky voice meant for his ears alone, "C'mere you."

That was invitation enough to beckon him to join me on the bed, sans shirt and with a raging hard-on that I knew had to be at the point of painful locked in his jeans. I don't think I had ever seen a man look sexier than Martin did at this very moment. As he crawled up over me, a mischievous glint sparkled in my eyes and I pushed at his chest, using the element of surprise as we suddenly shifted and I rolled over on top of him, my thighs straddling his hips. I could see a look of pure lust saturate his eyes, his lips parting slightly in anticipation of the retaliation I had planned for his slow seduction on my nether regions.

"You're so fucking sexy, Cyn," he said in a husky voice, his hands reaching up reflexively to cup my full breasts, his fingers toying with the rock hard nipples. I simply smiled as my fingernails trailed over his chest, raking over his own hard nubs that elicited a groan from his lips.

"You realize now that it's my turn to drive you insane?" I whispered, leaning forward a bit so that my long, blonde-streaked auburn hair swept forward to tickle at his chest like tiny fingers of fire along his flesh. He could only nod, his hips pushing upwards against my moist, warm cunt still pulsing with the orgasm he had created.

Mustering up the most sensual crawl I could manage, I began to slide down his legs, hovering over him so that my lips and tongue blazed a path of fire down his chest and across his belly. I could feel the muscles in his stomach clench and tighten as a groan ripped through his lips as my tongue drew circles around his navel, dipping in for a playful tease. His hands moved to my hair, fingers tightening around the silken strands that teased over his chest and hard nipples. "Mmmm," he moaned, his appreciative sounds reverberating in my ears.

My fingers slid over the steeled bulge in his jeans, the palm pressing downwards, applying pressure as my lips nibbled across the flesh parallel to the waistband of the cumbersome material. I knew he wanted to spring free and feel my lips on his pulsing rod. I could hear it in the hitch of his voice and the erratic breathing patterns panting past his parted lips.

Slipping my fingers into the waistband of his jeans, they probed downward beneath the elastic band of his boxers to feel the sticky wetness on the head of his cock. As soon as my fingers made contact, I could feel Martin's body tense up and his hips push forward, arching his back in a silent plea for me to end this torturous exploration. "Ooooo ... someone's drooling," I teased with a gentle laugh.

"You minx," he groaned, his fingers raking through my hair as our gazes met. I simply smiled against the flesh beneath his belly button as my fingers stroked the head of his cock. Without even looking at it, I could calculate just by the feel of his helmet-shaped head just how thick he was. This was going to be pure heavenly bliss and I purred against his stomach.

Martin's eyes closed as he breathed deeply, trying to control the impulse to roll me over and take control. And honestly, I wanted to get him to that point ... that point where pure animalistic lust took over and nothing short of taking what he wanted would do. I wanted to be out of control with him this first time. We had plenty of time for tenderness later.

I could feel a shudder ripple through his whole body as my fingers popped loose the button on his jeans, followed by the agonizingly slow movement of his zipper going downwards. I think, if it was at all possible, he hardened even more beneath my deliberately slow ministrations. When he lifted his hips to aid in the removal of his jeans, I simply smiled, ignoring his silent plea to hasten my movements and instead, peeling back his boxers enough just to expose the head of his cock to my hungered gaze.

When I use the term "battering ram" to describe what met my gaze, it's because the lack of a better term eludes me. Just the head of his cock was thick and bulbous, shiny with sticky precum that beckoned forth the tip of my tongue but I managed to fight the urge temporarily as I gazed at the velvety smooth surface of his flesh. This was the source to many of my self-masturbation sessions in the months proceeding this night. I licked my lips as I gazed upon it, suddenly struck with the realization that I wanted him more than I had ever wanted anyone before in my life.

"Cyn ..." he breathed, his fingers splaying out over the back of my head. That one simple word, so full of passion and need, brought my gaze to his and I smiled tenderly.

"Is that for me, Martin?" I teased him softly, my head tilting slightly to the right.

"Yesssss," he breathed, his fingers pushing down on my head slightly and I could see his whole body tremble beneath me. "All for you baby," he moaned, his gaze locking with mine.

My fingers curled into the edge of his jeans and this time when his hips lifted, I pulled them off of his body fluidly, carrying his boxer shorts with them until he was lying naked beneath me on the bed. I couldn't help but gaze down at him, drinking in his muscled form momentarily. In him I saw the way that it was supposed to be between and man and a woman. He made me feel extremely feminine and sexy and with all that I was, I wanted him to know just what that meant to me.

With a sultry smile that I had perfected over the years, I slid down the length of him, my lips and tongue traversing his flesh like a memorized path ... across the expanse of his hips, down the trail of perfectly shaped hair that led from his navel to beginning of his throbbing pole, skirting around the edges to nuzzle my nose against his swollen balls as my tongue teased at the inner flesh of his thighs.

I could hear his deep intake of breath and feel his fingers delve deeper into my auburn tresses, tightening some as his hips pushed forward. I inhaled the masculine scent of him as the tip of my tongue snaked out to tease and lap at his shaven balls swollen with need. When he groaned in appreciation, I gently sucked one into my mouth, rolling it gently around on my tongue before releasing it to mirror the actions to its partner. I could feel Martin begin to writhe beneath me and I smiled, pulling back only enough to whisper, "I told you that I would get you back."

Martin could only groan in response as his cock throbbed like a flag of surrender before my very nose. My tongue snaked out to slide up the length of him, pressing deep to the pulsing vein that ran up its entirety to the reddish purple head that begged for my ministrations. But being the true minx that he accused me of earlier, I simply traced around the bulbous head with my tongue as my fingers slid up between his thighs to gently toy and tug at his swollen balls.

His hands left my hair to clutch at the bed covers beneath him and my hair pooled over his thighs like a heated caress, only adding to the magic I was creating with pliant mouth and probing tongue. Ignoring the head of his cock a bit longer, my lips nibbled down the length of him again as my hand wrapped around the base of his cock. I could feel him jerk beneath me as I applied a soft nip to the base of his cock before I soothed it with my tongue and slowly began to stroke his length with my hand.

"I can't take it much more," he groaned, his eyes flying open to lock with mine as I lifted up just enough to look in his face with a smile. My hand was stroking him in long even passes, applying just enough pressure that promised of what was to come.

"That's the whole point, baby," I whispered, a smile blooming on my moist lips.

He groaned again, his head falling back into the bed as his hips began to move in time with my hand. I knew he was close but also from the conversations that had preceded our meeting, that if he got off first, he would last all the longer later. And I wanted him to last.

I could feel his body tense and hear his breathing change and I knew he was close. With a soft purr, I lowered my head to capture the head of his cock finally in my warm mouth. Martin's hand immediately moved to push my hair out of the way and I glanced up to see his head lifted and his gaze on me, watching as I began to suck him as my hand stroked his throbbing shaft. His lips fell open as his breath came in faster ... deeper. I couldn't help but purr over the head of him as his fingers tightened in my hair, pushing my head down a bit more to take more of his cock into my mouth.

Dropping my gaze, I increased the pressure of my hand, my tongue pushing against that throbbing vein beneath the head of his cock and began to suck him with a fevered hunger. I knew he was close and I wanted to taste him more than anything. His head fell back and I heard a deep moan rip from his throat as his cock went rigid between my lips. My free hand moved to his balls where they swelled in my hands and I prepared myself for the explosion that suddenly ripped through his length and erupted into my mouth.

As I struggled to swallow every bit of his thick salty-sweet cum, I knew that this was just the beginning to a weekend that would change my life forever.

***

Martin:

Cyn straddled me as we lost ourselves to the fire within. She leaned forward and I licked her nipples, suckling on them as my tongue darted out like a crazed snake. She ran her hands through my hair, closing her eyes and relishing every movement of my mouth against her sensitive flesh. I cupped her large, milky breasts as though they were a national treasure. Each lick was a testament to my attraction to her, to my need and lust for her. Every suckle and kiss on her skin was a promise of my commitment to please her, to make her feel as though there were no other woman that could ever compare.

With a gentle roll, I guided her onto her back and laid her out straight. I moved with smooth, intentional purpose, my frantic passion giving way to a more professional and experienced want. My tongue flicked her neck, followed by hot, wet kisses down her chest, across her collarbone and shoulders and then directly between her tits. I held her hands aside gently, and licked her nipples again, my tongue applying a pressure and friction to her tips hoping that she might scream.

I kissed under the swells off her breasts, over her ribs in a back and forth sweeping motion, my tongue leaving a glistening wet trail. She bit her lip as I applied hot, long wet French kisses to her belly, around her navel and below causing her to heat up internally. I imagined her as an oven, the fire being stoked to burn hotter and faster.

I kissed down her legs, dragging my tongue down the insides of her thighs, down to the knees and calves. I kissed down to her foot and gently kissed each toe, and then worked my way back up, spreading her legs apart as I went. I was desperate to enter her, to feel her clench my cock with her inner muscles. But I wanted to prolong this experience as much as I could. I didn't know for sure if we would ever get the chance to be together again.

When I reached her pussy, I immediately started in on her clit, my tongue working it's way to position as she squirmed under me. I swirled my tongue around her hard button, taking my time to tease and arouse her as much as I could. I flicked it and nibbled on it, suckling the hard mound of slick flesh into my mouth. Cyn was now moaning so loudly I had no doubt anyone next door could hear us over his or her television set. She slid her hands up to her tits and massaged them. As I loved on her clit, I watched her pinch and pull her nipples hard as she neared her climax.