Wes walked past the green clothed poker table and stood at the French doors leading out to the balcony.

He swung them open with both arms and stepped outside. Shelia followed him and handed him the drink. Arent the stars pretty she said. Turning to her and leaning his forearm on the railing Wes said, Sure are as he locked onto her eyes and smiled, then took a sip of his drink. She knew he was not referring to the sparkles in the sky. She felt that blush again and hoped the Vegas night kept it hidden.

Wes didnt look away this time, as he did the night before. Her eyes stayed on his too, reading his mind, peering into his soul.

He conjured up his courage, lifted his body off the railing and stood facing her.

My God, Shelia thought, there it is again, that look, that damn look! Wes turned and found a place to set his glass. He turned back to Shelia and took her drink glass from her too. She let go easily, still watching him, a desire for him to touch her growing. The nightlife sounds of Las Vegas were fading into the background. Wes recaptured Shelias eyes. He picked up her hand and placed his fingertips in her palm, softly stroking the back of her wrist with his thumb.

It was time to play his cards and he was not going to fold. He tugged lightly on her hand, pulling her body to him, guiding her hand to his side. He let go when she was close her hand landing on his side near his hip, he felt the warmth thru his shirt when she touched him.

He leaned closer until she felt his breath and paused his hand circled her and fell into the small of her back, inching her ever so close to him. He was in charge, moving to collect his spoils of the game, finally his lips touched hers. She let him feel her, explore the taste of her lips, offering only the outer lining to him. While one hand sat peacefully on his hip, her other glazed his cheek down the side, coming to rest on his shoulder.

She felt her body tingle from his touches, his slow attempt to seduce her, to charm her first. The respect he had for her was rare in a man, she saw it in his darkening liquid eyes and felt it in the way he moved and touched. He brushed his lips over hers, and then slid his face down her cheek, kissing her jaw line with small tapping kisses, ending over and behind her ear, brushing soft locks of her hair back with his face. His chest pounded like there was a thunderstorm inside it, his nerves steeled, his longing for her intensifying. She whispered with short pauses between each word Lets Go Inside. She lowered her face to his shoulder, whimpered just as Wes kissed the soft spot in front of her ear. Ok the soft-spoken southerner said barley audible. She broke from him and took his hand, leading him to the bedroom. Shelia spun around at the foot of the bed to face Wes, his eyes full of anticipation, hers a raging firestorm of seduction. She lifted the flap of his shirt and loosened the top button, then moved slowly down his chest for the others. Wes tugged at his shirttail and lifted it out. Using the underside of the bed rail as a shoehorn, Wes wedged out of his boots. Shelia flipped the hook on his western belt buckle and flung it aside, releasing the button that held his jeans.

She slid down the zipper, grazing his hardness as her fingers passed it. Wes wasted no time inching off the jeans.

He put his hand behind her shoulder and spun her around, her back to him. He ran the hand across her shoulders down her back flatly before he lifted her hair and took care of the hidden hooks on the dress. It slinked off her smooth body and pooled around her ankles. She slipped from her high heels while he released the hook on her bra. She folded her shoulders inward, the lacey garment fell forward into her hands and she tossed it aside. Wes held her by her upper arms and kissed her back, a hot trail of kisses from one shoulder to the other.

Shivers ran thru her body, she closed her eyes and tilted her head back into him. He kissed his way over her collar and to the base of her neck. She thought she would go mad. He hoped she would. She relished a man that took his time, built her up and savored the flavors of her body. He was doing that and more.

His hands fell from her shoulders to the tender skin in the fold of her arms. He journeyed passed to her wrists, lifting her hands to her tummy, covering them with his there. He spooned his body into hers, molding her figure with his, blowing warm breath into the back base of her neck, savoring her smell.

She rocked her soft place against his pelvic, she felt his hardened member heating her backside, his swollen pent up shaft liquidating pre cum thru the boxer shorts he still wore. She was about to do something about that.

She bounced off him and dragged him to the bed, his leg filling the valley between her knees, her legs interlocking it, his frame positioned partially atop hers.

Their eyes never broke from one anothers. His hand was stroking her tummy from below her panty line to between her breasts, barley reaching her forbidden lands.

Shelia hooked her thumbs under the band of Wess shorts and tugged them down.

Her hand caressed his soft place, timely scraping his skin with her fingernails to send the same sharp tingles thru his body he had sent thru hers. Her turn to tease, she thought, as she nudged her hand between their bodies and ran her fingers thru his chest hair. Wes dipped his head to Shelias shoulder and nibbled a line of kisses up the side of her neck, over her chin to her lips, pausing to soak her eyes with his before he kissed her. She parted her lips and accepted his trespass. Shelia rotated her hand off his soft place to the pelvic area of Wess tummy and grazed the head of his length with the tips of her fingers. She brushed it with her fingernails just a slight touch to let him know she approved and his patience and persistence would soon pay off.

She sized him with her hand, down the full length, a gentle teasing stroke to see if she could command him with her touch. Wes responded by brushing his hand up and over her breast, abiding the outer edge of her areola. He applied a circular motion, rolling the harden nip with the palm of his hand, and soon exploring upward her peachy soft skin to her shoulder.

He flared his fingers as they passed her ear and nestled on the back of her neck, into her silk soft hair.

With his hand firmly positioned, he pulled her into a deepening kiss.

She wanted this. Her body bloomed with passion she shut her eyes and tasted his lips and mellowed all her resistance she harbored for him. Her hand rose up his back and pulled him into her, the invitation he had longed for. She gave in.

Her breasts pressed into his chest, he felt the nipples of each mound against skin. She was a ravenous voracious woman, hungry with desire for this rogue of a man attempting to devour her. She sucked in his tongue and twirled hers around his, then pushed it back and invaded his mouth.

Her moans joined gasps for breaths as she drug on his back to get him on top of her.

She wanted to be completely beneath him, to look up into his eyes when she gave herself to him. Wes complied.

Gracefully he positioned his knees between hers, holding his torso just off her with one hand pressed into the silk sheets. No part of his body had touched her moist sex until she rotated her hips to find him. His mushroom head touched her velvety moistened petals he allowed the tip to rest on the exit.

He lifted his lips off hers, breaking the kiss and prepping her for his entry with his eyes. He put a finger on the hidden dimple of her face, extracting that infectious salacious smile of hers and whispered I want you. As his finger passed down her jaw line, he simultaneously moved his lips to hers and penetrated her slit below with his swollen member. A distinctive moan of pleasure escaped deep from her throat as he entered her glory. Her fingernails dug into his back the deeper he entered. He reached her back wall and paused, allowing her to relax and fully encase him.

A smile widened his face and exposed dimples on each side. Shelia put her hand in the small of his back and commanded his movement inside her. She rocked her hips up as Wes pressed her down into the cool silk sheets below them.

Shelia rotated her hips in tight circles around his shaft, Wes responding by holding back his plunges, hovering his length inside her to feel her work a magical sensation with her lubricious flower around him. Wes alternated his kisses from her bosom to her lips, behind her ears and over her neck and shoulders. For the moments that followed they made love, touching the spectrum edges of ecstasy. Together they approached the sexual intensity that carried them beyond rational thought. Wes felt her body language and slowed and quickened his thrusts as if he had radar. Shelia too read him and pushed his senses and excitement to the edge, bringing him back to her when she felt like it. The essences of their lovemaking begin to reach their outer limits of control and each passed signals that preceded the impending sexual release.

Wes lost his control first. He pressed his lips firmly on Shelias and kissed her hard and voraciously. Shelia felt his explosion, arched her hips, landing him against her back wall. His hot squirting cum brought forward her contractions and she exploded with her wet offering, washing her creamy lubricious cum over him, soothing the tenderness that his ejaculation created. With the same magical pace that took them to brink of their trysts, their bodies calmed in each others embrace. You are a wonderful lover Shelia, he whispered.

Oh Wes she cried, You are a pleasure to make love to and she hugged him tight. Wes slipped from her and rolled off.

Shelia turned her body over and nestled her head on his chest, the top of her head resting under his chin and a hand tucked between her cheek and his bosom.

Wes stared heavenward at the ceiling, not focused on anything, stroking her hair tenderly until both were lost in blissful sleep. He wished this dream had no ending, but it would. For the rest of the night, it didnt have to.