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She starts to push back again, and I firmly push her back down. Her struggles aren't very forceful. It seems more like a token effort, which makes me think she kind of likes the idea of doing what we're doing. Or is, at least, warming to the idea. I slide her panties down her legs. She kicks them to the side, gripping the railing with both hands. In a quick motion, I unzip my slacks and pull my cock out. I rub the head against her dripping wet opening.
Reaching up, I grip a handful of Emily's hair and slam my stiff rod into her at the same time without warning. She lets out a stuttering cry as I slip deep into her warm, wet core, plunging myself as deep as I can go.
“Fuck, Aaron,” she gasps.
Grinning, I start to pump my hips, moving my thick rod inside of her. My movements are slow at first – she's so tight, it takes a minute for her to adjust to having me inside of her. As she looks over her shoulder at me, an expression of lust-fueled delirium on her face, I start to pick up the pace of my rhythm, fucking her harder.
Emily is pushing back against the rail, pressing herself against my groin and taking me as deep within her as possible. Still gripping her hair, I pull her head back hard, both of us crying out in pleasure.
The sharp crack of flesh meeting flesh echoes in the night air from my hand meeting her ass. It's quickly followed by Emily's high pitched squeak of shock. Turning her head to look at me as best as she can, I see a wide-eyed look of surprise on her face that's quickly followed by a smile that drips a desire thicker than honey.
“Did you like that, Emily?”
She grips the railing harder as she bites her bottom lip and nods. “Yes, baby. Fuck yes,” she moans. “Do it again. Harder.”
A roguish grin on my face, I comply with her wishes and smack her ass again – harder – drawing a moan of sheer ecstasy from her. Below us, the lights come on and the music starts to play as the nearby Bellagio fountains gear up for another performance.
As the crowd gathers, I feel Emily's body stiffening up and she looks back at me with fear in her eyes, but a naughty grin tugging at the corners of her mouth. I smack her firm ass again as I drive myself into her deeper, making her cry out.
The way her body feels as she writhes beneath me, the sounds she's making, and just how incredibly tight she is, all combine to drive me wild. I feel the pressure building up inside of me. I know I'm not going to last much longer. She just feels too good, and even though I want to draw this out, to savor it for a while longer, I know I'm quickly passing the point of no return.
“God, Aaron, you feel amazing,” she moans as I plunge myself into her.
I clench my jaw as I feel her body tensing up. I know it has nothing to do with the fear of being seen – she seems to have overcome that fear and is enjoying the added spice to our sex. I know that she's approaching her own peak quickly.
I slap her ass again, hard, and she cries out my name. Reaching up, I grip both of her shoulders, pulling her back against me as I pound myself into her. My breathing is ragged. I feel like fire is coursing through my veins. My entire body is rocked by sensation, and although I know the inevitable is approaching, I don't want this to end. It just feels too fucking good.
Emily clenches her internal muscles, making herself even tighter. She throws her head back and pushes herself back against me, calling out my name, apparently no longer caring who overhears.
“Oh God, Aaron! I'm coming! I'm coming!”
Her body tightens up and then starts to shake hard – harder than I've felt her tremble when she's come for me before. Her cries are stuttering gasps. The moans of pleasure passing her lips are unlike anything I've heard from her.
It turns me on like nothing else, and I drive myself into her one final time, holding myself as deep inside of her as I can go, then feel myself erupt. Gripping her shoulders tight, my fingers pressing into her flesh, I let out an animalistic, shuddering groan as I explode within her. My cock throbs as I unload my seed, her pussy pulses, and together, we're swept away on a tide of ecstasy.
We remain coupled together like that for several long moments, each of us trying to get our breathing, not to mention our heart rates, back under control. It's only when my cock softens and slips out of her that she stands up and turns to face me, a look of utter satisfaction and contentment on her face. I pull her to me and kiss her. It's soft and sweet, but still full of fire and passion.
Pulling back, I stare into her eyes. The music from the Bellagio's fountains is building to its own climax and I happen to look over her shoulder at the crowd gathered below.
“Oh shit,” I laugh.
Emily turns, looks down, and then immediately turns back to me. Her cheeks are bright red and her eyes wide, but laughter spills out of her mouth. Two guys are down below, both of them looking up at us through binoculars. From where I'm standing, it looks like they begin to applaud and flash what I think are thumbs-up signs.
“Well, we knew there was a chance,” I wink and shrug.
“You're terrible.”
“Tell me you didn't like it.”
Emily laughs and slaps me on the chest before fleeing into the room, her lack of an answer telling me all I need to know. I give the guys below a wave and a bow, then turn and follow Emily into the room, feeling good.
Damn good.
We strip ourselves down and tumble onto the bed, a mass of limbs, laughter, and desire. My head is spinning, no doubt a combination of wild sex and too much booze. What a night, though. I can't recall having had this much fun in a long, long time.
Emily lays her head on my chest and I stroke her long, honey-colored hair. Her breathing quickly grows soft and even – I feel its warmth on the skin of my chest. I can tell she's already out cold. I look down at her and smile, then feel the sudden rush of darkness that rises up and swallows me whole.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
