When I first met Andi, she spent her days helping the greatest boxing trainer mold up-and-coming wannabes into real fighters. That’s why I showed up at the gym that day–to convince the Mack Weaver to become my manager. To my surprise, he gave me a chance to show him what I could do in the ring, but only after I’d spent the day training under Andi’s watchful eyes. Mack taught Andi everything she knows about boxing and he’s still like a surrogate father to her.
To know Andi is to love her, and that’s something I learned all too quickly. She’s unlike anyone I’ve ever known. She’s sweet, and giving, and loving, and smart, and beautiful. But she’s also sassy, and feisty, and brave, and doesn’t take shit off anyone – including me. I can’t count the number of times she’s put me in my place then turns around and makes me feel ten feet tall.
Andi is the love of my life and all I could ever ask for in a soul mate. She gets me, she sees through my shit, and she deserves anything and everything I can give her. To show her how much I love her, I’m stealing her away for the weekend. Away from any and all responsibilities. Away from anyone else who wants her time and attention. Away from any other distraction.
She’s usually the one who gives until it hurts. Andi takes care of everyone around her like it’s her sole purpose in life. It’s been hard to get her to accept help, love, and care. Her independent streak is a mile wide, but her need to nurture others is deep-rooted from events in her childhood. Knowing this helps me remain patient with her, even when she drives me absolutely crazy with it.
“Andi, pack a bag for the weekend,” I tell her. “We’re going away tomorrow. All the arrangements have already been made.”
“Where are we going?” she asks.
“It’s a surprise. I’m not sharing you with anyone else in the world this weekend.”
“I’m intrigued.” She quirks one eyebrow up at me while a smile plays at the corner of her mouth. “I’ll go pack, but I don’t know what to take.”
“Something nice for dinner one night–maybe a dress and heels. Shorts, a bathing suit, and flip flops would be a good idea. Other than that, you won’t need many clothes.”
When we arrive at the Atlanta airport early the next morning, she looks at me expectantly. “You really are taking me away. I thought we were going somewhere nearby.”
“I meant it when I said I’m not sharing you with anyone else this weekend.” I smirk. “You must not have believed me.”
When we reach the front of the security line, she can’t resist looking when I’m finally forced to hand over her boarding pass. “Vegas? We’re going to Vegas for the weekend?”
She never asks for anything, so her genuine excitement over going away for a long weekend in Vegas thrills me. I know Andi better than anyone knows her, and the truth is she would’ve been appreciative even if I’d rented a tent with no electricity. But the way she’s jumping up and down on her toes tells me that, without a doubt, I made the right choice.
“Yes, we are,” I nod. In the busy airport, with people rushing around as they scurry from one concourse to the next, all I can think about is what I have planned for her when we reach our destination. “Our room is waiting for us.”
“Why do I have the feeling there’s more to this trip than I can even imagine?” she asks, cutting her eyes at me.
“Maybe because you know me a little too well.”
On the flight to Vegas, she peppers me with questions about the weekend. “Where are we staying? What are we doing? What have you planned? Will I have time to go to the spa?”
With every question, I answer her with a kiss. After the first half-dozen questions, I finally realize she kept asking on purpose, just so I’d keep kissing her. Good thing our first-class seats give us a little more privacy than the coach seats. After all the questions and kissing, her tan, toned legs, coupled with the short skirt she’s wearing, have me desperately thinking of the ways I can have her right now.
“Is our room on a high floor or a low floor?” she asks.
I lean in to kiss her again and place my hand on her upper thigh. My tongue darts into her mouth, and she willingly opens to give me full access. As I fuck her mouth with my tongue, my fingers slide up her smooth skin to her panties. Pulling the fabric to one side, I thrust my fingertip inside her pussy and her fingers curl into my shirt. She surprises me when she doesn’t resist, but instead, slides down in her seat a little so I can go deeper.
This makes me smile against her lips for a second before I devour her mouth again. She’s sitting by the window, so our first-class activities are hidden by my wide shoulders and back when I turn sideways in my seat. My finger is one lucky fucker, because her pussy is drenched and ready to be thoroughly fucked. My cock is so anxious to handle the job, it’s about to bust through my jeans like a fucking alien. For now, I’ll have to settle for her scent on my hand.
My movements increase in pressure and tempo when I add another finger, stretching and filling her, while my thumb rubs against her clit. I glide in and out of her silky smoothness until she comes on my hand. My mouth captures and muffles her cry of ecstasy, and I swallow it down with pride. Pulling my fingers out of her, I lick every drop of my reward off of my fingers. She watches me with hooded eyes and I know she wants more, but she’ll have to wait. I have extra-special plans waiting for her once we make it to our room.
We finally reach our hotel, and Andi has to take a few minutes to check out every aspect of our room. I’m waiting patiently in the Wynn Encore Tower Salon Suite, one of the most prestigious and luxurious hotel rooms in Las Vegas, while she scurries from room to room, squealing about the amenities like she’s never seen them before. There are two floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room that provide an excellent view of the strip and the bright city lights. But my eyes are locked on my beautiful lady, Andi, as she looks around the room in awe.
“Luke, you didn’t have to do all this for me,” she gasps when she finally stops to take a breath.
She hasn’t seen anything yet, though. The room is extremely nice, but I picked it for my convenience. The extras I need for this weekend come with a price and the hotel is only willing to make the accommodations I’ve asked for in special cases. Not to brag on myself, but the notoriety I’ve gained as a boxer definitely helped. Totally bragging on Andi, the fame she gained as a phenomenal singer was the tipping point. Apparently, what Andi wants, the hotel provides.
She finally notices the three wrapped presents waiting for her on the couch. I had them shipped to the hotel, and the concierge discreetly delivered them to our room while we were checking in. The boxes are expertly wrapped in white paper with huge crimson bows that beckon her to open them and reveal their contents. Her eyes fly up to meet my intense stare. She looks at me expectantly, but I keep my facial expression neutral to not give nothing away. Inside, I’m already dying for her to open them and for us to get started on the events that will take place immediately afterward.
I walk to the wet bar and pour a couple of drinks while she inspects her presents. She lifts one box and gently shakes it while leaning her ear in, but the muffled sounds inside refuse to give her any hint of what contents it holds. As I approach her, I extend my hand with her glass and her fingers brush over mine as she takes it.
“You’re thinking about the plane.” I smirk knowingly. She’s trying to entice me, though she knows it doesn’t take much to make me want her.
“I can’t help it.” She smiles. “That was hot. Good thing it was early and a lot of the other passengers were napping.”
Her eyes sweep back to the presents, and I know the wait is killing her even if she tries to hide it. My sexy little vixen has no idea how badly I want to just take control and get this show going. But this weekend is for her and I’m giving her as much of the control that I can. If that means I have to wait an extra few minutes for my own gratification, I’ll gladly suffer for her.
“Pick one. We’ll start with whichever one you open first,” I encourage her. “It’s all up to you.”
Her eyes meet mine and her seductive side emerges. She knows me better than anyone. She knows I just want to be alone with her tonight more than anything. She also knows that whatever she finds inside will be for our mutual enjoyment. She picks up the long, flat box and confidently decides, “This one.”
I nod casually, hiding my exhilaration at her choice—and the ever-hardening bulge in my pants—as I respond. “Your wish is my command, my love.”
She carefully unwraps it and sets the bow aside. Her sharp intake of breath tells me she’s figured out exactly what it is.
“Really?” she asks me on a whisper. “You really want to do this?”
“I definitely want to do this,” I state resolutely.
Andi takes the clothes from the box and rushes to the bedroom to change. While she’s in the other room, I take the additional item out of the box and quickly assemble it directly in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. I could do what a normal man would do for his lady by taking her out on the town. A nice dinner, a popular show, dancing, and maybe a little gambling is all great, but we can do all that at any time. Normal is the last thing I want on my weekend alone with her.
It’s my turn to inhale sharply when she returns from the bedroom. I don’t know if I’ll last the whole time it’ll take to use the entire ensemble that was in this box. She’s wearing red-heart pasties on her perfectly round breasts, a black garter belt with black thigh-high stockings, black stiletto heels, and black crotchless panties. Her beautiful body is completely on display for me, even with the few stitches of material that cover her. She looks over my shoulder and sees that I’ve already hung the strips of nylon covered with soft fleece from the hooks in the ceiling. And the seductive smile on her face that tells me she’s perfectly fine with it fires my engines almost more than I can stand.
I crook my finger, motioning for her to come closer to me, and she complies readily. I take my time to help her into the swing and take full advantage of the opportunity to graze my fingers across her soft, supple skin over the entire length of her body. After I help her settle comfortably into the swing, I have to take a moment to just enjoy the view of Andi as she’s on willing display for me.
“Damn, you are so fucking sexy,” I growl. She’s waiting for me, in a sex swing, directly in front of the full wall of windows. We’re high enough that no one can see her, but that doesn’t diminish the illusion and excitement of knowing people are out there milling about. Can someone in an adjacent hotel see us? Are they watching to see what we’ll do? Not that I’d ever want anyone seeing my girl in a compromising position, but there is a thrill in the possibility that someone somewhere may be watching.
“Luke, if you don’t get over here, I’ll have to start without you,” she simultaneously purrs and threatens.
That’s the only invitation I need. Grabbing the other two presents, I stalk toward her like she’s my prey and I’m going to eat her alive. And that sentiment sums up my intentions exactly.
I quickly shed my clothes and model my new boxer briefs for her, flexing my muscles and showing off a bit. Training for boxing matches as a full-time profession keeps me in top condition. Since I’m in the heavyweight division, I’m anything but a small man, in any sense of the word. My need for her is evident and my swollen cock is impossible to hide. Her eyes widen and her smile lights up her face as she moans appreciatively. “You look good enough to eat, baby.”
Like I said, that’s my plan.
“What’s in the other two boxes?” she asks excitedly as her eyes follow my movements.
“Oh, you’ll see,” I promise her as I place them within reach. “Soon enough.”
Shedding my boxer briefs, I pull on the straps to hold her tightly to me as I consume her pussy with my tongue. I’m not slow and gentle—I’m ravenous and demanding, taking what I want and giving her what she needs. She screams out in pleasure as I lap her up, sucking on her clit, scraping it lightly with my teeth, and then plunging my tongue deep inside her. Adding my fingers one at a time, I thrust them in and out of her sweet, wet pussy. She comes unglued in my hands. And mouth. Damn, I could do this all night.
Her cries of pleasure and my name screamed from her beautiful lips tell me she has climaxed; her juices on my tongue are the evidence. She lies back in the swing, her muscles limp from intense satisfaction and her chest heaving from exertion. “You are incredible,” she sighs heavily.
“I’m not done yet,” I reply. Picking up the remaining two boxes, I hold them up in a balancing motion, indicating for her to pick one. She nods toward the shorter, cube shaped box.
“Your wish is my command,” I reply. I open the lid to the box and let her peek inside.
She laughs. “Yeah?”
“Oh, yeah,” I respond with a chuckle.
This box holds the digital camera and the chocolate sauce. I drench her torso in the thick, gooey chocolate and can’t resist licking a path from her breasts to her pussy. The chocolate on my tongue combined with the taste of Andi could be bottled and sold to the highest bidder. But then I’d have to kill him. My lips wrap around her clit, my tongue plunges inside her wet channel, and my fingers fuck her again. Her moans are the most incredible sounds I’ve ever heard.
I snap a few pictures of her in this state, and the view makes me want to take her again already. Just thinking of being able to memorialize this moment with pictures…pictures that will be safely hidden in a secret vault with a three-headed monster keeping guard so that no one but me will ever see them. My Andi…my sexy little chocolate-covered, sex-swinging vixen. Damn, how’d I get so lucky?
I lap her up from one end of her body to the other, paying special attention to her nipples, her breasts, the bend of her knees, and every other inch of her body. I’m sure there’s a sugar-induced coma in my near future, but she’s so fucking worth it. The scent of her arousal lingers in the air, the taste of her skin mixed with the chocolate sauce is still on my tongue, and I’m in heaven. But I’m not done. As I flip her over, she squeals with excitement and I start working on her other side. She has the perfect ass from all the hours she spends in the gym. Her feminine back muscles are incredibly sexy, as is the ridge that runs along her spine.
Pouring the chocolate sauce on it, I lick her from her neck to her ass, paying special attention to the indentations just above each cheek. She squirms under my ministrations, begging me to touch her again. Her wish is my command. I kneel and take her in my mouth again, using one hand to hold her close and the other to spank her ass, then gently rub it. Then I run one finger between her cheeks, over her puckered hole, and feel shudders run through her body. Two fingers slide in her pussy and one in her ass, and I finger-fuck her with purposeful strokes. Over and over again until she can’t hold back one second longer.
“Luke,” she screams as she comes. “Damn, baby. How many turns do I get tonight?” she asks.
“As many as you want,” I answer and turn her over onto her back again.
Unable to wait any longer, I position myself at her soaked pussy. She’s more than ready for me, if the stiletto heels digging into my ass and pulling me closer to her are any indication. Fuck, I love my sexy little vixen.
“I need you to fuck me like you own me, Luke,” she demands.
With one swift motion, I am buried balls deep inside of her. She screams loudly and a guttural growl is my response. She grips the straps tightly as I simultaneously yank them toward me while my hips surge forward and my dick pounds into her. Her inner muscles quiver, tighten, and then grip around my cock. She’s so close to coming again, and her body is demanding that mine also give in. Pulling the straps under her legs, I continue thrusting into her until her pussy milks me dry.
She sinks down into the swing, completely satiated and panting heavily. “You’ve outdone yourself tonight.”
“We’re not finished yet, babe. Now it’s time to open the last box.” It’s flat and the lid is wrapped separately so she can simply lift it off.
She sees the contents and laughs. “You are wicked, Lucas Woods.”
The box is filled with small plastic cups of pink lemonade shots—her favorite. “Just a little twist, though,” I add. Taking one of the shots out of the box, I dump the contents onto her stomach and she yelps. I quickly lap it up with my tongue, and she stretches out flatter in the swing, giving me full access. Another shot poured on her, and I’ve covered her entire torso with my tongue.
“I want to do you, Luke,” she pleads.
How can I resist that request? I help her out of the swing and she inclines her head, motioning toward it.
“You want me to get in that thing?” I ask incredulously.
She nods her head with a wicked, wicked smile on her face. “Baby, I want you in it right now!”
My dick is immediately rock hard again, just thinking of all the possibilities this will bring and the excitement of what she wants to do me. I somehow manage to get myself into it, and she wastes no time in working me over. Pink lemonade shots cover my body—from my stomach, to my chest, to my dick and balls. And she’s lapped it all up. Every. Single. Fucking. Drop.
Shots gone, my baby’s buzzing, and she takes my cock deep into her mouth. Up and down my shaft, her wet, warm mouth wraps me in her own brand of silk. She pumps her hand and works magic with her tongue until she has licked up and swallowed down every last drop of me.
Extricating myself from the swing, I escort my love toward the shower with every intention of washing her luscious body. But she’s still in her outfit, and the bed catches my eye, my imagination taking over. “Before you take that off,” I pause intentionally and motion toward the bed with my eyes.
She immediately understands and poses provocatively in the middle of the bed, propped up on pillows with her just-freshly-fucked glow still intact. I swiftly grab the camera and take enough to make my own boudoir photo album. She’s so damn sexy, I can’t miss this chance.
“Just a minute, babe,” I tell her as she moves toward the shower. “I have a quick call to make.”
Her brows furrow in question but she doesn’t object, she just watches me closely and listens to my conversation. “You have thought of everything, haven’t you?”
“For you, I try,” I reply with a wink. “Now, I think we were going to get you wet.”
After a raucous round in the shower, with her back pressed up against the tiles, her legs wrapped firmly around my waist, and me buried deep inside her, we are both fully sated and completely dehydrated. Room service arrives just in time with the dinner and champagne I ordered. The attendant places our dinners on the dining table and we shift our chairs so that we’re as close to each other as we can get.
Holding up the champagne flute, I make a toast. “To my beautiful Andi, the love of my life.”
She holds hers up in return. “To my handsome Luke. I’m protected in your arms, I’m loved in your embrace, and I’m the luckiest woman in the world to have you at my side.”
If there’s one thing my girl knows how to do, it’s how to make me feel like I’m the only man on earth. In her eyes, there is only me. In her heart, there’s no room for another. She believed in me when no other did, including myself. No matter what the future holds, she’ll hold my heart.
With our stomachs full and our bodies replenished, we settle into the bed and prepare to fall asleep in each other’s arms.
“I love you, Luke,” Andi whispers softly. “Thank you for this wonderful surprise—I loved every second of it.”
“I love you, too, Andi,” I whisper back. “And you’re welcome, my love. This was just one night. We still have a couple of days left on our private getaway, and I plan on making good use of every minute.”
And as I drift off to sleep, I already know that I’ll wake during the night and watch her sleep. And I won’t be able to resist waking her—just one more time.