Sin Shot: Vegas Crush #2

by Miller, Raine

  "Does that mean yes?"

  "It's never as good as when you do it."

  He puts his hand over mine, helping guide and intensify the touch as my hips roll in circles. He moves his hands to push my legs apart, spreading me wide open with a firm touch.

  Putting me into position to accept him inside. Finally. All I can think of is that I am completely and totally ready for this with him.

  An unspoken agreement passes between us—one that Georg makes sure I don't miss as he inserts two fingers inside of me. His mouth works against my neck as he pushes in and out, fingering me to the brink of a magnificent orgasm.

  "Oh, God," I gasp. "Oh, God…oh, God, I'm going to—come."

  "I know. And as you do, I'm going to be inside you. Okay?"

  "Yes, yes."

  He rolls on a condom quickly before focusing his fingers back where they belong. He picks up the pace, speaking in Russian and telling me how sexy and soft and beautiful I am with him like this.

  I can't think beyond the immense feeling of pleasure that takes over as I find my climax, the sounds more animalistic than human coming out of me I'm sure. I feel the wide tip of his cock press into me, hot and hard.

  He doesn't hesitate.

  The whole long length of him melds into the pulsing aftershocks of my orgasm as he pushes all the way inside me. I'm so wet that any resistance is obliterated by our need to fuck, so much so that the burn only lasts an instant before melting away. It's been such a long time for us coming to this point. We both cry out in that moment of full contact. I still beneath him, the realization of what's happening overwhelming me for a quick second.

  "Breathe, Pamela…and look at me."

  I open my eyes to find him hovering over me, a smile on his lips as he studies me. I'm full of him, but the sense of fullness is something very welcome and very wonderful. It feels…complete to have Georg inside me, the heavy weight of him pressing into my curves, claiming me in the most primal way.

  He starts with a slow thrust and asks if I'm okay, kissing my lips, his eyes never leaving mine as he makes love to me slowly.

  So carefully at first.

  Then sweetly.

  Then the newness of him moving inside me blurs into something a lot less sweet, and a lot more like sin as his strokes into me grow more focused and deep.

  Glorious—thrilling sin. Sin I don't ever want to end.

  The intensity builds with the increasing rhythm of our bodies as I wrap my legs around him, pulling him in deeper still, aligning our flesh as close as I can. The hard slide of his cock striking around my clit sets me off again, the tingle of orgasm unbelievably beginning once more.

  "You feel so—fucking—good," he tells me on hot, hard, thrusts of his driving cock into me. "I've been wanting you like this for so long."

  "I know. Me too…oh God, I'm gonna come again." I allow myself to ride the wave of extreme pleasure that's coming for me as Georg keeps right on pounding his beautiful cock into me.

  "Wait for me, baby, wait for me," he says, his eyes becoming hyper focused on mine as his face takes on a dreamlike expression. I can feel his cock swell as he starts to come, his movements slowing into hard jerks, drawing out every last bit of the climax that's gripped both of us.

  He puts his forehead against mine as he stills. "Ya tebe lyublyu," he breathes. "I love you. I love you. I love you."

  He kisses me—a hard, passionate thing full of emotion and intimacy. I certainly feel that. I feel so much that I never dreamed I'd experience. It honestly feels like I’ve been waiting for him. That only Georg could love me in a way that made me feel so whole and free.

  "I love you, Georg," I tell him as he holds me in his arms, our bodies tangled together among the sheets so closely.

  He loves me.

  I love him.

  So why does this still feel so terrifying…like I'm chasing an impossible dream?

  Georg

  It would not be a stretch to say that making love to Pamela was as close to catharsis as is humanly possible. Every sound she made. Every pulse of her tight cunt around my cock. Every kiss she gave. It was unlike anything I've experienced.

  Maybe it was the fact that we both admitted our feelings. Maybe it was the place, and the hours it took to finally get to where we were ready for the act of sex itself. When I plunged inside her I was lost. What I would have given to be bare inside her when I came. We still have a lot to talk about but it can wait. Right now is for enjoying each other. And the fact we've made it to this point. She's fully mine now, nobody can deny it, not even her. I have the proof.

  The knowledge of how beautiful she looks when my cock is buried deep inside her and she's about to come is mind-bending really. Hearing those three little words come sailing from her lips to my ears. She's the first woman to tell me those three words. I'll have to experience it many more times before I'm even remotely satisfied, but at least I know now how that feels.

  I know what it's like to have her naked in bed with me, still coming down from the high of some really spectacular fucking. I know how her body feels against mine. I know the flowery scent of her skin. I know that she gets quiet after she comes. I knew that already, because making her orgasm is something I've managed to do every single chance I've been given, but hasn't been all that often. Pam is so skittish about us being seen as a couple because of that stupid non-fraternization policy management has. Finding any sort of private time together has been a rare thing for us so far.

  That will have to fucking change.

  Right now, though, I know she's thinking about what we just did. I hope it's not overthinking, because with Pam that can be a problem. Admittedly, I am completely surprised at her comfort with sex, despite what was done to her by that sick fucker. My girl is beyond amazing. And I can’t believe she loves me too. Neither one of us have a solid track record with past relationships. Hell, I've never even had a past relationship last this long unless I count Miss March from one of my dad's old Playboys. Miss March was a smokin' hot blonde, not unlike Pam now that I think about it. She was my thirteen-year-old self's fucking wet dream. Quite literally. I had legit plans to marry her someday.

  "So, how do you rate your sin-shot, Pamela?" I ask this as I trail my hands all over her flushed skin. I don't want to stop touching her now I have her beside me. Naked.

  "Excuse me, my what?" She gives me side-eye and readjusts her body so she can face me, halfway propped on my chest, her soft curves settled against me like perfection.

  "Your sin-shot. Your first time?" I know I'm smirking, but I can't help it. I love teasing her as much as she loves being teased.

  "Oh that," she says nonchalantly, as if she's forgotten what we just did. "I might need an encore before I can say for certain, but it was a pretty wonderful start, Mr. Kolochev."

  "Mr. Kolochev plans to give you many encores just as soon as you're ready for more."

  "You're so considerate of me. One might think you've done this sin-shot thing before…" She sounds shy now, her eyes focused intently on curling a piece of my hair around her finger.

  "Well, let me assure you that I haven't. You are my first sin-shot. I have never been with a virgin before." I pull her up to meet my lips and kiss her slowly. "I've never done a lot of the things that I've done tonight with you."

  She pulls back just enough to see me, her big brown eyes flashing. "You haven't ever told anyone before…that you love—"

  "Nope. You are my first." I cut her off because I sense this conversation is getting way too heavy for the both of us. We took it so slow for so long but now things feel crazy fast. I give it a few more minutes before getting up to deal with the condom in the bathroom. I see robes hanging on the back of the door, put one on, and bring the other one back to her.

  "Come on, sexy, let me take you downstairs and feed you." I pull the sheet away and reveal her all luscious and naked wearing nothing but the after-sex glow I put there. I love that she’s never shy about being naked with me. I fucking love it.
God, she has a beautiful body, lying there on the bed all flushed and soft after being fucked by me for the first time. A body that was made for fucking. Correction—made for fucking me. She’s quiet as she lets me wrap her in the robe, first one arm and then the other. "Everything okay?" I ask as I pull her up from the bed.

  She nods and looks up at me, all mysterious and beautiful, but doesn't say anything. She just smiles at me, a mix of shyness and boldness that only makes me want to have her again. But she needs a break first. There’s all the time in the world for the countless, X-rated things I want to do with her.

  * * *

  "I think I am truly famished," Pam tells me as we load up two plates of food, and grab seltzer water from the fridge.

  "Burned off some calories," I joke, giving a playful smack on the ass.

  "We could burn off some more. You did say something about this kitchen island earlier…maybe we…" She trails off, running her finger along the line of the countertop.

  I feel the corners of my mouth twitch…right along with my cock.

  "Perhaps I could make an appetizer of that sweet peach between your legs. How 'bout that?"

  Pam doesn't have to be told twice, hopping up on the counter and leaning back on her arms. I slide my hands up under the robe and split it open; running my fingers up her long legs and urging them apart. She's like putty in my hands the second I put my mouth on her. I grip her ass, my tongue licking at her sensitive clit, the sweet juice coating my lips as I pull her against them. Her hands tug on my hair as she goes wild for more, bucking against my busy mouth, falling apart to what I'm doing to her.

  Fucking hot.

  She's so responsive. It's one of the many, many things that turns me on about her. It's always a pleasure making her come. And when I do, she cries out my name and falls back on the counter, glowing and breathing heavily, gorgeously naked with the halves of her robe flung open on the kitchen counter of Louisa and Tom's ranch house getaway.

  So fucking sexy as she stares up at me.

  Quietly…thinking? I don't really have any idea because she doesn't say anything except my name.

  "Georg." Softly whispered on a ragged breath with the orgasm I just gave her still racing through her bloodstream. I want to have her like this all the time. Tonight is just the beginning.

  I watch her recuperate, trailing just a fingertip along her bare skin, over her nipples, enjoying as they turn into tight buds that I know are begging to be sucked.

  "Want to head up and watch a movie?" I ask once her breathing goes back to mostly normal.

  "Yes." She sits up and ties her robe closed again. "If I can walk up the stairs after that."

  "No need. You hold all the food, I'll carry you."

  "No that's not what I…"

  Too late. I sweep her into my arms, laying a proper kiss on her soft lips before turning her to where our food and beverages await on the other side, untouched due to our appetizer distraction. She loads everything up, laughing, and we head up the stairs. It feels good to carry her.

  I've never had such a good time doing nothing. Literally. We eat and have fun feeding each other while watching completely lame television. We talk about silly things like, if you could be a fictional character, which one would you choose? Me, Tony Stark. Pam, Lara Croft. She is a badass at heart and it's one of the things I love about her.

  "What movie scared the shit out of you as a kid?" She's on her side facing me, her head propped up by an elbow…with her robe gaping open. I can see plenty of side-boob and the edge of a nipple; and while spectacularly hot, it takes me a moment to organize my thoughts enough to form an answer to the question.

  "Any film that Eli Roth has ever made. Christ. Let's just say that I never have, and never will step foot in a youth hostel. You?"

  "The Sixth Sense. That movie freaking terrified me. I will never watch it again even though I know the big twist at the end." She shakes her head with a shudder, which has an extra nice effect on her tits. I wait for more information but she’s already on to the next question. "Who was your first kiss?"

  With her eager to change the subject, I don't press her to elaborate, completely content to enjoy the visual feast of her tits framed in her gaping robe. Crazy hotness this girl in bed.

  "That's easy. Svetlana in the bushes at the park when I was nine. Afterwards, she told me she was moving away and my tender young heart was shattered."

  "Awww, that is sad. At least she didn't harm you. My first kiss was a teammate on my soccer team at six, but I can't remember if his name was Forrest or Fletcher." She tilts her head and taps her temple. "Might have been Finley, on second thought."

  "Must have been some kiss, then," I say, oddly jealous of the six-year-old boyfriend for knowing six-year-old Pam. I'm glad she can't remember the little fucker's name.

  "Well, I couldn't tell you that either, but I do remember the time when I accidently kicked him in the nuts during a game that benched him for a week."

  "Ouch!" I cover my cock and balls with my hands in mock horror.

  "It was an accident, Georg. Ac-ci-dent," she insists, laughing.

  I could do this forever, I think. I don't know what it is about her, but she’s so easy to talk to. So easy to be with. So much fun. Being with her makes me happy.

  And, yes, did I mention that she fucking turns me on every time I'm around her? I can't help it. My need is off the chain when I'm with her. Or on the phone talking. Or texting. Or FaceTiming.

  We come across a porno—a Lara Croft animated one—and watch it for a few minutes. At first it's funny, totally ridiculous, over-the-top cartoon fucking. "This is why you would be Lara Croft for your fictional character, isn't it, Pamela?"

  "Ha. Hardly. I didn't even know Lara Croft pornos existed until five minutes ago."

  "A likely story."

  We make up our own lines for the actors—the few there are beyond grunts and sighs and endless moaning—but then…

  Pam is on my lap rubbing her tits against my chest, her mouth hot on my ears and neck. She's rocking her slit back and forth along the shaft of my dick, and in about thirty seconds I'm rock hard again.

  Fully on top of me now, she aligns my cock and impales herself all the way down on it. No condom. I nearly nut at the feeling of being bare inside her. She starts to ride me, throwing her head back as she finds her rhythm. God, she is so beautiful, her tits shaking every time she punches down with a hard grind.

  I hold her hips, just watching her take pleasure from my cock. To think, this is the first time she's ever done such a thing. It turns me on knowing I'm her first like this. I realize something else as well.

  I want to be her last.

  As her orgasm squeezes around me, she moans my name again. "Georg…"

  Hearing her say my name while she's coming does something to me.

  It sets me off instantly and I unload. Inside her. I let it all go despite knowing we haven't discussed this at all. Birth control—sexual history and test status—the whole shebang of awkward but necessary topics.

  Gasping as the last of the shudders of orgasm are worked out of my cock, as it's still pulsing deep inside her tight heat, I say, "Ah, Pam…"

  "I'm on the pill," she says, blushing shyly at me. "It's fine, and I know you're clean because I've seen the tests at work. I was a virgin until tonight, so I know I am…I just know…it's okay for us to do this without condoms…if you like." I decide that adorably shy Pam is my new best favorite.

  "Oh, I like. I like everything about you and my dick spending close personal time together."

  She lets out a giggle and says, "We should probably grab a shower. I feel a little, um, dirty." Her cheeks turn pink at her teasing. God, I love this woman.

  "You are thoroughly dirty, but it's very sexy to know I'm the one who made you that way." I pull her down for a slow kiss. "Either way I'd be happy to help you get clean before bed."

  We step into the oversized shower, and while I want nothing more than to take her slowly against
the marble-tiled walls, she's probably sore, so I gently massage that sensitive place between her legs. She still sighs and closes her eyes.

  "Why is it I can want you so badly still?" she asks, sagging, her head against my chest as my fingers dip inside her once more.

  "I feel the same," I answer, kissing the top of her head.

  I don't take her there in the shower. Instead, I help her shampoo her hair and then we get out, dry off, and head into the bedroom.

  "This is a really comfortable bed."

  "It is," I answer, still semi-hard and thinking about how wet she still was in the shower. Even after several orgasms and sex twice.

  "Aren't you sore?" I finally ask as we get under the covers together.

  "A little," she says with a big yawn. "But it's a good sore. I like it. I like being sore from you."

  My heart jolts at her words. Like an electric shock or something. I can see she's tired. And we have time. So much time, I realize. "Close your eyes, lover."

  She curls up next to me, her head in the crook of my arm, her arm draped over my stomach. I watch her sleeping until my eyes will not stay open any longer.

  * * *

  I wake to the ring of my phone.

  "Hello?"

  "Hey, champ, it's Scott."

  I sit up. Pam is on her stomach, deep in sleep, so I get out of bed and head into the sitting room. "What's up, Scott?"

  "Sorry it's early. Did I wake you?"

  "It's fine. What can I do for you?"

  "Well, it's more like the opposite really. Or what I have done for you, more like. How do you feel about money?"

  "I like it very much, Scott."

  "Well, as your new agent, I felt it was important to impress upon the powers that be just how important you are to the operation. The team's performance has been lackluster at best with you out on IR. Even Evan's play isn't as sharp without you on the D. So, I reminded the owners and it didn't take too much arm-twisting to get you a new contract offer."

  "Really?" My heart is beating out of my chest.