But I was heaving for him and on the edge of coming without penetrating my pussy walls or flicking my clit. “No, I want to feel your body against me.”

I pulled him toward me by his hips, and we both slid back onto the bed until my back and head were resting on a pile of pillows. His hands reached to the waistline of his shorts but the silky material was so sensual, I wanted him to leave them on. “No,” I urged. “I want you to hump me through those boxers.”

I wrapped my legs around his thigh and positioned myself beneath him so that I could slide back and forth under him to feel the perfect pressure of his thigh and the material of his shorts stroking my clit up and down. At the same time, I felt his hard-as-a-rock cock gliding against my hip. His hands held my arms over my head, as though he was holding me in place to take full advantage of his own pleasure. But our rhythm was perfect: with each grind against each other we let out a breath, a gasp, a “oh yeah,” “fuck, that’s hot, baby,” “stroke yourself off on me” until I had to hold back the eruption of a muscle quivering orgasm.

“Lick me,” I begged, as I pulled my arms out of his grasp and urgently pushed his shoulders and head down between my spread thighs. “Kiss it first. Then lick it. Slowly.”

His lips caressed my swollen pussy lips and then kissed my clit gently. Kiss kiss suck. He repeated this: kiss kiss suck. Kiss kiss suck. I imagined my clit as his cock being sucked each time he wrapped his lips against it. Kiss kiss suck. “Oh fuck,” my hands were gripping at the pillows beneath my head and I felt my body begin to arch and tense.

He stopped for a moment, pushed his hands on my thighs to spread me as wide as I could go as he licked me, knee to pussy up my left leg, then my right, then placed the whole of his warm tongue against my clit once more, this time moving up and down, up and down, side to side side, side to side…pure, wet pleasure dripped down my ass and my body and mind entered a state of bliss.

I envisioned myself on my knees before him, sucking his cock…drool dripping down from my chin to the carpet…the smell of his balls as I gently tickled and licked them…the look on his face as he came in gushes into my mouth, onto my lips, dribbling down to my tits…

The fantasy of him coming on me was too much and my body was flailing in pure pleasure. The waves of ecstasy came again and again as I replayed my fantasy of his white hot cum shooting into my mouth. I lost track of time and space until I had nothing left…

We were enjoying apéritifs, small bites and getting to know each other with light hearted and playful banter.  Soon after placing our dinner orders and the arrival of our Champagne, we were becoming exceedingly comfortable together.  I found myself edging closer to him, and he to me.  As I am a tactile person, I love to touch and be touched, and am often incredibly turned on by feeling smooth textiles against my skin.

First it was his silk herringbone sport jacket gently rubbing against my exposed arm every now and again, as I was wearing a classic black halter dress.

Then it was the smooth fabric of his pants brushing against my thigh, ever so gently pushing my dress further and further up my leg each time we had a good laugh, which was often.  While my dress didn’t hike up enough to flash him my panties, or lack thereof, it was an incredibly erotic feeling to not only have my upper thigh exposed beneath the tablecloth but to also feel the sleek fabric of his slacks slip-sliding against my tender flesh.

After our exquisitely delicious meal and wonderful conversation, we wandered into the casino to play Craps but it was obvious that we were both incredibly distracted.  I had my hands wrapped around his arm not only because I was incredibly turned on by just being with him, but also that oh-so-subtly erotic sensation of that material against my skin.  When I wasn’t holding his arm, it was wrapped around my waist, and he would pull me in tighter with each roll of the dice.

It got to the point of being too much and we headed up to our room.

We were like hormonal, out of control teenagers, deep kissing, neck licking and fumbling our way toward the bedroom.  The suite was dim, illuminated by low glowing overhead lights and the glimmer of the Vegas strip gently seeping in through the sheer draperies.  Standing in front of the bed, still kissing and caressing, I whispered, “Undress me.”  I stood before him, untied my halter and held my arms above my head.  I didn’t budge, aside from my breathing hard;  I just looked into his eyes and waited for him to disrobe me.

He gathered the hem of my dress and peeled it up slowly over my body and my head, then gently draped it across a chair.  I stood completely naked before him, left only in my 3 inch Manolos.  While I had brought a special lingerie set to wear for him, the heat between us was too intense and my body was aching to be caressed and touched some more.  The lingerie would have to wait.

I threw the bed linens back and leaned onto my shoulders, my bottom at the edge of the bed, as he knelt on the ground in front of me.  I was practically heaving for breath as I watched him unbuckle one shoe at a time, then slide each of his hands up my legs.  He grabbed hold of my knees and pushed my legs wide open while I kept my feet together on the floor, sitting spread eagle, my legs creating a diamond shape in front of him. I felt my juices practically running down my thighs, and I sensed I was glistening in the dim light when I heard him let out a small groan as he gently opened my thighs even wider, his gaze clearly focused on my bare cunt.

My hand instinctively slid down to my hips and he began undressing, his eyes scanning me up and down, from my hands that slowly crept to my heaving mound, up to my belly taught with sexual desire, up to my fully erect nipples, my face with my full lips gaping from my heavy breathing and my eyes wide with the excitement of watching him watch me.  I anticipated his next move, even anticipated the weight of the air between us…