Her body molded against his, and he did share the thought that she was a bit overdressed. Her soft hands ran on his toned arms, reaching his back, while he tightened his hold on her. He wasn’t really thinking about dominance or submission; he just wanted to taste Rebecca, feel her against him, and forget about everything for a moment.
The kiss was slow, as their tongues dwelled and he tasted the redhead and the chocolate, pulling her lips between his and going back to kissing her again. Her perfume filled his nostrils, and it matched her perfectly. “I imagined we enjoy the night,” He said, his kisses going to her jaw line and then to her neck. “And maybe enjoy Vegas tomorrow afternoon?” He suggested between wet kisses on the spot beneath her ear and small bites and wet kisses on her neck. His mouth gently pulled the fabric on her shoulder to the side as he continued his path.