In the many weeks I’ve spent working alongside this man here in Vegas, I’ve never once seen his suite. Even though it’s only a few paces away from my own front door, I’ve never been invited inside. We’ve always worked in my own rooms, or at an outside office. I have the feeling that very few women are allowed within Declan Tiberi’s actual home.
“That sounds good,” I manage to say, finally.
Smiling, Declan leads me forward. He unlocks the door that’s emblazoned with a stately golden “A”, and pushes open the portal to his private life. We cross the threshold together, and I can sense that we’ve moved past something far more significant and vast than a doorway. I lift my eyes to take in Declan’s home for the first time as the lights fade up.
The suite is a perfect mirror image of my own, as far as layout is concerned. The far wall is all tinted windows, the rooms are in the same places. But whereas my apartment is filled with charming antique details, fine art, handcrafted pieces; Declan’s is sleek and minimalistic. Everything is smooth, economical, high tech. Each gadget and appliance is top of the line, the newest models of every convenience populate the space. Now this is the home of a wealthy venture capitalist, not a biker or a boxer. Does that mean that Declan is mostly a businessman at heart? Or simply a renegade with a soft spot for techie toys?
I cease to care the moment I feel Declan’s hands upon me once more. His powerful frame backs me up against the front door as he pins my hands up over my head. He presses against me, his member hard against my thigh. He’s ready, and I’m willing. I grab onto his shoulders and swing my legs up, wrapping them around his tapered waist. Declan takes me up in his arms, striding across the room. He holds me there as if I weigh nothing at all. I kiss him hungrily, endlessly, drunk already on the taste of him.
In a few long steps, we’ve made it to his bedroom. I take in the space as he sets me down, giving me a moment to breathe. The room is militaristically spare, but elegant in its simplicity. There’s not a single thing out of place. Just a wide, crisp bed, standing there before us. I always feared that I’d lose my virginity on some douche bag frat boy’s futon. Or in a shitty motel. Or on my wedding night once I’d settled for lack of faith that I’d even find someone who drove me wild. But if I could have known that this would be the place...A slow smile spreads across my lips as I realize just how incredible this is.
Declan steps up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. I fold into his embrace, closing my eyes. His hands travel all across my body, cupping my breasts, feeling the dip of my waist, my lean thighs and firm ass. And all the while, I can feel his manhood pressed against me, stiff and throbbing with want of me. Little old Kassenia Bennett from Fairfield, Connecticut. This perfect, gorgeous man wants me.
His hands find the zipper of my little black dress. I shiver as he slides the tab down along my spine. My breath comes hard and quick as Declan guides the straps down over my shoulders, and the garment falls to the floor beneath me. I turn to face him, sitting down on the very edge of the bed and spreading my knees wide.
“Oh my god, Kassie,” he groans, sinking to his knees between my spread legs, “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”
I glance down at the lacy black corset wrapped around my torso, the matching black thong that barely covers me. I toy with a silky black garter and give Declan a smile.
“What, this old thing?” I ask, “Just thought I’d dress for the occasion.”
“You knew this was going to happen tonight?” he asks, laying his hands just above my trembling knees.
“I hoped,” I tell him, falling back onto my forearms. His bed is softer than it looks, just forgiving and firm enough.
“You still want this?” he asks, running his hands up along my thighs, “I want you to be absolutely sure.”
“Yes,” I breathe, meeting his intense gaze, “Declan, I want you more than anything. I want you to be to one to take my virginity. I need you to. I’ve never wanted anyone like this before in my life.”
“I know the feeling,” he whispers, bringing his lips to soft skin of my thigh. “Just relax, Kassie. I know how to take care of you.”
“I’m sure you do,” I say, biting my lip.
“Lay back,” he tells me, pushing my knees even further apart.
I swallow hard, flattening my back against his bed. Declan plants his knees on either side of me, pulling me up onto the mattress so that I’m laid out beneath him. He lets his eyes run all along my body, like he’s trying to memorize how I look here.
“Gorgeous,” he murmurs, running a finger along the band of my panties, “Absolutely fucking gorgeous...”
I gasp as his hand slips beneath that thin lacy fabric. He goes slowly, stroking his fingers all along the length of my wet, aching sex. With every pass, he parts me just a little more, a little deeper. I bury my hands in my hair, brought more alive with this simple touch than I’ve ever felt. I feel him press two fingers against me, right where I want to feel them.
“God yes,” I groan, “I want to feel you inside, Declan.”
At my word, he slips his fingers between my silky lips, sliding inside of me. The pressure of him there, as he strokes that hidden, pink flesh, lights a fire inside of me. I want to be filled with this man. Entirely. No inch left untouched. Unexplored.
“Holy shit,” I cry out, as Declan lays his fingers against my hard clit. The sensation takes me by surprise, it’s so strong.
“Do you like this?” he asks, tracing deft circles around that tender bundle of nerves.
“Yes, yes,” I gasp, “That’s it...”
Sensation builds up in the very core of me, spilling out along my every nerve. I’m barreling toward bliss with every move Declan makes. He bears down on that sensitive button, flicking and kneading with expert skill. I writhe beneath him, breathing fast, unable to control myself any longer.
“I’m so close,” I moan.
“Good,” he growls, “I want you to come for me, Kassie.”
He doesn’t need to tell me twice. I give in to the overwhelming waves of pleasure. I’m swept along, unable to control my impassioned cries as bliss ripples through me. I’ve never had a man touch me like that, never known that a partner could make me feel so good. So cared for.
I open my eyes, awash in buzzing pleasure, and look up at him in amazement. Declan kneels over me, grinning and content. And hard as a fucking rock in those trousers of his. He’s gotten even more turned on, just making me happy.