The plane landed at McCarran Airport at half past four local time, half an hour later Laura and Chris were already walking to the taxi, holding hands tightly. The legend shouldn't have misfired - what if someone decided to follow them to Las Vegas? Tall buildings of casinos and hotels swept by, the leaves of palm trees rustled, and thousands of tourists in noisy flocks moved from one gambling hall to another, not letting go of cameras and glasses with change. The air here was different - dry, scorching, completely different from the humid smell of the ocean in Seattle. Hotel
The "Palazzo Bella", curved in a semicircle and facing the sun, was greeted by friendly and extremely helpful doormen and administration, which was quite logical considering the cost of the suite located on the penultimate floor.
After the unusual, stifling heat, the room seemed like a branch of Paradise on Earth. Conditionally divided into two zones, it was spacious and filled with air and light. Opposite the window, which occupied the entire wall, there was a large corner sofa in a delicate lilac color, and behind it, on a low podium, there was a double bed with
high velor headboard.
— Minimalistic, ”Chris raised an eyebrow, looking around.
— The wardrobes are here, ”Bellboy prompted, walking to one of the walls and pulling aside a panel of light wood. “And here,” he walked forward, “is the bathroom. Here is a mini-bar, here, - he lifted the remote control, which was lying on the table, and directed it at the picture on the wall, - the TV.
— Well, we definitely won't need a TV, ”Laura interrupted, dreaming of taking a shower as soon as possible - she hadn't felt so sticky for a long time. But Bellboy exchanged such a knowing look with Chris that his ears instantly flushed. He also desperately wanted to throw a pillow into his smug face when Chris took out a folded bill from his pocket and handed it to the guy.
— If you need something - call, - he beamed, seeing the face value.
— Definitely, Chris promised, his eyes pointing to the door.
— Finally! Laura moaned, throwing the suitcase onto the bed and starting to unpack it. - Why didn't anyone warn me that it was so hot in here? What are you grinning at? Don't you feel the heat at all?
— It's warm here, you haven't seen real heat yet. - Chris looked like he hadn’t been on the plane for two and a half hours, and he hadn’t been pushing for half an hour at the airport, waiting for baggage claim. It seemed to her that he did not even sweat!
— This is enough for me, ”Laura grumbled, taking out her travel cosmetic bag.
Changing clothes in the bathroom, although it was spacious enough and contained a marble bath and shower stall, was inconvenient. And this added a couple more coins to the annoyance. This whole undertaking was doomed to failure from the very beginning, and now Laura did not mean giving the flash drive to Bradford, but the fact that she would have to spend two days with Chris in the same room, in which there are not even walls! What was she thinking when she was choosing? She poked without looking, and now ... During the flight, Laura diligently looked out the window, and after that she pulled a mask over her eyes and pretended to be asleep. But it was becoming too difficult to ignore Chris, she felt the growing tension with every cell of her body. All these short glances, ambiguous jokes, from which everything curled into a tight ball in the lower abdomen, but just his presence nearby - it slowly but surely drove me crazy.
— You are an adult, intelligent, successful woman, ”Laura said quietly, leaning heavily on the marble sink and looking gloomily at her reflection. - You are not an animal, you are above instincts. And you'll keep yourself together, understand? She jabbed a finger into the mirror and nodded to herself.
— Where do we start our acquaintance with Vegas? Chris asked, taking a quick glance at her figure in a white coat. He had already managed to sort out his things and was patiently waiting for the bathroom to be free.
— To be honest, I'm already hungry.
—Me too. ”Chris smiled briefly as he got up from the couch, and Laura involuntarily held her breath as he walked past.
— We're not very much like a carefree couple, ”she remarked as they left the room forty minutes later. All the worries and fears, the reasons why they ended up here at all - everything retreated when she saw him in a white shirt for graduation, the rolled-up sleeves of which opened strong tanned hands, in light linen trousers and
soft moccasins.
— And so? - Chris answered hoarsely, taking her hand and intertwining his fingers. It was amazingly light in my head, as if all thoughts had disappeared at once, one had only to look at her, and especially at her bare shoulders and chest, lifted by the tight bodice of a wine-colored cocktail dress. Arriving earlier was clearly not the best idea, and this evening would definitely be a blow to his composure, because now he wanted to press her against the wall of the elevator, press “stop” and ... Blood throbbed in his groin, desire stirred in his trousers, and he involuntarily squeezed her hand stronger, looking straight ahead at the glossy doors, diligently remembering about prison everyday life. it helped, and in hall they entered, smiling at ease.
The hotel restaurant was greeted with a soft twilight. Each table was lit by a small lantern in the center, the air vibrated with the quiet hum of numerous voices and the unobtrusive melody played by the musicians in the corner of the hall.
— It's beautiful here, ”Laura snapped casually as Chris pushed her chair.
— Judging by the brochures, somewhere there, - he nodded at the glass doors, - there is a swimming pool.
— Why didn't we really come here to rest? - With longing she held out, taking the menu from the waiter. Chris ran his eyes over the wine list and ordered.
— Great choice, sir, ”the waiter said respectfully. - Harvest seventy-eighth, soft, unobtrusively tart taste with hints of chokeberry.
— Yes, that year turned out to be a particularly warm summer, to the best of the sun, to the measure of rain - the perfect combination. Chris nodded, catching Laura's thoughtful gaze.
— You know, the fact that you know about wines, I'm not at all surprised.
— Have I stopped surprising you? He chuckled, raising his glass, which the waiter had just filled to a quarter. Rolling the wine over his tongue, Chris smacked his lips slightly, nodding approvingly, and Laura involuntarily swallowed, watching his lips. This dinner threatened to turn into excruciating torture.
But, in spite of fears, the tension, which had constrained at first, was dispelled, replaced by light, casual conversation. Tomorrow you might think that they are carrying a time bomb with them, which must be urgently defused. Today I just wanted to enjoy the evening, pleasant communication, delicious dinner and unobtrusive music. Couples circled on the dance floor, the light seemed to have become quieter, and a warm wind flew in from the doors open to the terrace, stirring the leaves of the palm trees that stood in the tubs at the exit.
— Maybe we can dance? - suggested Laura, hearing the first chords of a viscous, like molasses, sensual Latin American melody.
— Under it? Chris raised his eyebrows. - Well, I do not!
— May I invite your companion? - a tall brunette appeared next to the table. Laura looked inquiringly at Chris, who nodded, following them with his gaze, and leaned back in his chair. She had no idea how much he wanted to be in his place now. Putting your hand on your hip, pulling it sharply towards you, allowing you to slide down to your feet, to jerk upwards, meeting your eyes ... No, even watching her dance was unbearable. His fingers pounded the table with a nervous beat, and Chris reached for his glass, taking a sip and glancing around the restaurant with a distracted glance.
Laura tried her best not to lose the rhythm and not step on her partner's foot, occasionally glancing at Chris. He didn't even look in her direction! Didn't want to invite
and probably was burdened by her company, skillfully hiding it behind friendly smiles. Maybe he was thinking about Denise now and how nice it would be if she were here? Evil tears boiled up in her eyes, Laura
shook her head and smiled seductively at her partner, throwing her leg on his hip and bending in her back. Something made her turn to the table, and her heart sank as she met Chris's burning gaze. He burned her shoulders, slid farther, down the back and lower, and if Laura hadn't been so far away, she could have sworn that he sucked in his lower lip and licked his lips. Nonsense. The stuffiness, two glasses of wine and constant tension obviously played a bad joke on her imagination, because when she returned to the table, he smiled at ease and refilled her glass.
Laura sighed heavily, taking a sip, hoping to wash down the bitterness in her mouth. The mood finally soured, and there was no more sense to sit here further, building a couple. And what is this all about, who needs them, who will follow them?
— Let's go back to the room, ”she said quietly, avoiding looking in his direction.
— Whatever you say, - Chris answered tensely, not taking his eyes off her. If he could have left her alone, he would have fled. I would wander all night around the city at night, or better - get drunk in a bar until all thoughts associated with her are gone from my head. They waited for the count and left, but no one extended their hand, as if one touch could break the wall that both had been so diligently building between themselves. The longest and hardest night of their lives was ahead of them - both Chris and Laura were sure of that.
Outside the window was filled with darkness, unusual after the cityscape filled with skyscrapers and the light of lights in other people's apartments. Now before Laura lay the Mojave Desert, immense, awe-inspiring. The sun had set long ago, but the dark silhouettes of the Sierra Nevada were easily guessed against the background of the sky strewn with stars. Far below, Vegas was noisy with the nightlife, someone was losing the last, someone was winning a fortune, couples in love wandered along Freemon Street, and priests were counting their profits, registering a new marriage. And only here, at the height of the fifteenth floor, it was quiet, apart from the sound of pouring water - Chris, as soon as they crossed the threshold, took the bathroom. Laura took a deep breath, hugging her shoulders. She had no idea how to behave further, what to say and what to do. There was no sleep, as well as fatigue.
The bathroom door opened with a soft click, and Laura involuntarily closed her eyelids, feeling every muscle in her back tighten. Just not to turn around. He silently approached her, stood so close that the heat emanating from his body burned his skin. Laura opened her eyes, but instead of darkness she saw their reflection in the glass. Chris looked out the window with a heavy, unreadable gaze - not at the landscape, at her.
He was not going to do this. Honestly said that over and over as the elevator counted the floors. And even when he was in the room, he crawled under a cool shower, hoping that this would help calm the heat spreading through the body, blazing in the veins. It didn't get any easier, on the contrary, I had to stay longer to relieve tension. Biting his hand, he waited for the shaking to subside, thinking that shower masturbation seemed to be becoming a habit. But even then, tightening the towel around his hips and putting on his robe, he wasn't going to do it. I waited ... I didn’t know why, because as soon as I saw her standing against the background of a large window, illuminated by the soft light of a table lamp, the thoughts ended, yielding to instincts, which no longer had the strength or desire to resist.
— You look amazing today, ”he whispered. Laura watched, fascinated, as his hand slowly reached up. A weightless touch to her neck shocked, Chris gently slung her hair over his shoulder and, with a short sigh, bent over her shoulder, kissing. A thin sigh escaped his lips, his eyes closed by themselves, plunging into an incredible cycle of sensations. His hands rested on his back, his thumbs traced a path along the vertebrae, from top to bottom and up again, while his lips were painfully slowly moving up the shoulder to the neck, pouring a burning breath. Chris was breathing heavily, intermittently, as if he had just run a hundred meters, and from these sounds alone Laura was more excited than from his light, gentle touch. His palms burned through the fabric, rising higher, freezing on his shoulders. Fingers slipped under the thin straps of the dress, picking them up, pulling them down,
The kisses deepened, but Chris still took his time, savoring her like vintage wine, slowly, sensually. His head was spinning, his heart was pounding on his ribs, the blood rumbled loudly in his ears, and his fingers trembled slightly when he touched her, holding back with difficulty, delaying the moment when the last remnants of his mind were flooded with passion.
The lightning on the dress did not give in immediately, slowly, inch by inch, opening
back. Chris’s hand marked this path, and it seemed to Laura that where he touched her, a blazing trail remained. The fabric slid under her feet with a soft rustle, Laura looked up, meeting her reflection, as if watching in slow motion as Chris puts his hands on her waist, rising up to her chest, as she slowly disappears into his palms. A soft moan escaped his lips as his fingers gently pulled back his nipples, letting go and tracing their outline. Laura involuntarily moved her hips, feeling his cock resting on her lower back, and raised her hand, catching his head, tilting it towards her. Their lips touched, gently, leisurely studying each other, tongue touching, pulling, sucking lightly. Chris easily picked her up in his arms, crossed the room, lowered her onto the bed. The robe and towel flew to the side, the bed sagged under his weight, and Laura for a moment forgot how to breathe, looking into his eyes, listening to heavy breathing. He bent over her, kissing deeply, drawn out, and her hands shot up, tangled in his hair.
Laura gasped, melted under his touch, breathing intermittently, subtly, impatiently raising her hips as he kissed her, while his hands continuously slid over her body, teasing, deliberately avoiding touching the smooth silk of her panties. Chris has long lost the ability to think, surrendering to the power of that primitive animal that was looking for a way out, torn out. Laura was burning under him, wriggling like a snake, so hot, pliable, desired ... She bit her lip, exhausted with impatience, feverishly stroked his shoulders, going down, on his stomach, which twitched, pulled in under her touch. A hot hand wrapped around his cock, went over it from head to base, and it seemed to Chris that he would pass out from the fireworks that exploded every nerve, every cell of his body. He groaned dully, pushed into her palm, his hands slid down, picking up the elastic of the panties, pulling them down. Chris pulled back, breathing heavily, and Laura stretched out, helping to take them off, but when she was completely naked, she froze, looking at him with a frantic, feverish gaze, not looking away as he approached her, gently spreading his knees.
Chris entered her slowly, trembling with tension, lost in sensations, dissolving in them, starting to move towards her, catching her moans with his lips. With each movement, I wanted more: more of her moist heat, tightly wrapping deep inside, more moans that turn into intermittent pleas not to stop. Laura arched her back, threw her arms high over her head, exposing her neck, shoulders, chest under a hail of feverish kisses and with dry lips stood out his name, feeling the approach of orgasm. Her palms dug into his buttocks, forcing him to move faster, and with each new movement, piercing waves of pleasure spilled through his body. The trembling inside grew, the tangle in the lower abdomen grew to the size of a huge, blinding ball, and when it exploded with bright fireworks, Laura groaned loudly and gutturally, completely lost in the overwhelmed pleasure. Chris didn’t stop, hammering into her with swift, sweeping movements until he froze, moaning long through his teeth. Then he exhaled slowly and, kissing tenderly, fell on the pillow next to him.
The soul gradually returned to the body, and the mind to the head, plunging into reality. But neither Chris nor Laura wanted to give in so quickly. Turning on her side, Laura slowly ran her fingertips over his collarbones, repeating the patterns of the tattoo that flowed from his right forearm to the collarbone and went down.
— Do they mean something? - Asked simply because the silence was too long, although it did not seem awkward.
— Yes, ”Chris answered quietly. “But if you
don’t mind, I’ll tell you about it some other time.
— Do not mind. - Laura pressed against his chest, listening to the measured beat of her heart. She felt good. So good that I just wanted to lie and smile, wrapping my arm around him, throwing my leg over him. All doubts, fears, anxiety now retreated far far away disappeared under a deafening, all-consuming sense of peace.
I didn't want to move. Chris lay with his eyes closed, hugging her with one arm, gently stroking her back. It felt so right to hold her, listen to her breathing, hold her close to him - as if he had finally returned home after a long absence. Came back to never leave again. There was no need for words, they were lost, reflected in the views
— identical, burning. There was neither embarrassment nor awkwardness - only silence and heartbeat, one for two.
Laura did not notice how she fell asleep, and Chris, quietly flipping the switch, covered them with a blanket. She woke up when the sun was already pouring into the room, ran her hand along the bed and, not finding Chris, opened her eyes. He showed up at the window: steadily lowering and rising, Chris did push-ups, exhaling shortly. Laura could not help admiring the muscles rolling down her back. Turning on her side, she watched him until Chris noticed that she was awake and stood up with a short smile.
— It is too early. - He went to the bed, and his heart woke up, fluttered, as soon as he bend over her to kiss. Laura leaned towards him, hugging his shoulders, trying to pull him to her, but Chris carefully pulled away, butted her nose and straightened.
— I'm gonna take a shower. And you sleep some more, only seven.
Laura watched him go and smiled happily, leaning back against the pillow. There was no sleep, and in general, she had not felt so rested for a long time. Biting her lip, she looked at the closed shower door and jumped out of bed, shivering from the cool air that was already catching up with the included split.
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