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The flight attendant serves us the champagne I had requested. We toast to Mark and Isla’s wedding.
“I could get used to this,” Grace says to me, and I laugh because of all the people I know, my lady is the least likely to get used to the celebrity lifestyle. She’s solid like that.
If I lost everything I owned, Grace would still be by my side, and it would not be a hardship for her. We’ve known each other for less than two months, but it feels as if we’ve been together for years. She really is my soul mate.
We arrive at the airport in Vegas at noon in time to relax and get ready for the ceremony at three o’clock. I booked us three suites so that the bride and groom can get ready for the ceremony separately. It’s clear that Isla and Mark want to be alone together, and we all go to our suites.
“The view,” Grace says, standing by the floor-to-ceiling window and looking out.
I go and stand behind her and rest my hands on her hips. “Vegas is beautiful,” I admit.
I drop my mouth to her neck to plant kisses on her skin. “How can you smell so good all the time?” I murmur.
Grace giggles. “You smell good too. Manly.”
I bring my hands to her belly and slip them under her blouse to touch her skin. She inhales deeply as I rub circles on her skin before moving higher to cup her breasts. Her breathing goes heavy as I tease her nipples over her bra.
“I love how responsive you are to my touch,” I whisper into my ear.
“You turn me on so easily,” Grace says, her voice husky.
“I want to fuck you while you’re looking out at the view of sin city.”
Her breath hitches. “Yes.”
I want to undress her slowly, but all those plans fly out the window. I’m pretty sure I’ve ripped some of the buttons off her blouse in my haste to get it off. She helps me pull down her pants and her panties. I unbuckle my belt and pull down my pants and boxer briefs, before taking Grace into my arms.
I lower my head to take a nipple in my mouth while teasing the other one with my fingers. “You’re so beautiful.”
She threads her fingers through my hair, and her moans fill the room. I drop to my knees, spread her legs and bury my head into her pussy. She smells of arousal and sunshine.
“I love how you taste,” I tell her.
She pushes my head back between her legs. Yes ma’am. I continue devouring her pussy and lick off all her juices as they seep out of her.
“More,” Grace demands, and I push two fingers in and continue flicking her clit with my tongue.
I lick and suck and pump her with my fingers until she explodes in a climax. Meanwhile, my cock is jerking up and down crazily, demanding attention. I get to my feet and gently turn Grace around. She lays her palms flat on the window and angles herself to ease my entry.
I slam into her as we both look out at the city below us. This is a moment I’ll never forget. Grace cries out as I thrust into her, and in seconds, we’re both climaxing. It’s the fastest for me, but the thrill of feeling displayed like a fish in a bowl while at the same time protected from view is a definite climax-inducing experience.
“That was hot,” Grace says when it’s over.
“Hotter than hot.” I pull her into my hands and hold her close to me. “I wish we were the ones getting married.”
She stiffens in my arms.
“It’s a joke.”
Her muscles relax. I pull back to stare into her eyes, and she smiles at me. I don’t ask her the question on my mind. Is the thought of being married to me so frightening? Has she not thought about it even once?
Instead, I plant a kiss on her mouth and head to the bathroom. Everything in Vegas is over the top, and the bathtub is no exception. It’s massive and inviting, and after I fill it with water, Grace and I slip in and relax as bubbles form around us.
“This is real luxury,” Grace purrs as I soap her back. “Thank you for bringing us.”
“You’re welcome.” She’s seated between my legs and facing away from me. I’m glad that she’s enjoying the experience.
None of the women I’ve ever dated were even remotely appreciative of any lengths I went to in order to please them. As far as they were concerned, they were entitled to it. It’s a new experience being with a woman who appreciates me and doesn’t take me for granted. I want to take Grace and bottle her up, the way perfume makers bottle special scents. I wasn’t joking when I told her that I wished it were us getting married. If I thought she would say yes, I would ask her in a heartbeat.
