experiment
of her own as the smooth glass caressed her inner muscles. The ridges at the
lip of the bottle added an interesting dimension to the unexpected pleasure.
Sarah gasped when the tip bumped a place deep inside and some of the cool
liquid spilled into her. “Oh!”
David continued using slow strokes that made the bubbly
drink fill her feminine spaces. “Does it feel good?”
“Yes.” The champagne bubbles tingled cool against her hot
inner flesh. Sarah had never known a sensation like it. Instinctively she moved
to match the bottle’s entry, bearing down on it when David pushed it into her
body.
“God, Sarah.” He watched her movements, the place where the
bottle entered her, with rapt fascination. “You’re so beautiful.”
Finally he removed the bottle and set it aside.
Then Sarah cried out in surprise and relief as he lowered
his head and drank from her.
Chapter Four
Sarah’s arms couldn’t support her anymore. She fell flat
against the mattress as David sipped champagne from her pussy as if it were the
finest crystal glass, then buried his tongue inside her, deep inside like she’d
asked, catching every last drop of the sparkling liquid. He moaned as he
captured the combined zest of the alcohol and her arousal, gripping her thighs
and pushing them apart in his need to get farther, deeper into her.
Sarah had never understood the term “eaten” by a man and had
considered it not only crass but inaccurate. Yet David devoured her as if he
couldn’t get enough of her flavor. It made Sarah’s clit throb with need.
“David… David. You can lick me now. On my clit. Please. I need it.”
With a groan and one last long taste, David sat back on his
haunches. Sarah lifted her head in time to see him take a large swig of
Cristal. Then all was sensation as the cool liquid and David’s warm lips
enclosed her swollen nub.
Sarah cried out as the fizzy chill combined with David’s
hot, sucking mouth. She gyrated into the contact, knowing she must appear
frenzied but uncaring that her composed façade had slipped entirely. All she
wanted was for this incredible feeling to reach its pinnacle and throw her over
the side into free-falling bliss.
She grasped the back of David’s head, holding him to her as
he sucked her clit. When he found the bottle and stuck it back inside her empty
channel, Sarah lost it. Her muscles clamped down on the glass as the fire in
her clit flared, consuming her. She gasped and moaned, tugging on David’s
silken curly hair as she rode out her climax with fierce thrusts of her hips.
When the storm ended and she started to float on a cloud of
gathering awareness, Sarah realized she must be hurting him. She released her
tight hold on his locks and smoothed her hand over them. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.” He buried his face in the flesh of her inner
thigh and let out a stuttering breath. “You were amazing.”
Her? She hadn’t done anything other than lie here and make
David fulfill her every demand. It had been glorious. He had been glorious.
“You’re not so bad yourself.”
“Not bad, huh?” He lifted his gaze and pinned her with the
dark amusement in it. “Something I forgot to do?”
The only thing Sarah wanted now, more than anything, was his
lips on hers. “Give me that champagne.” When he handed it to her Sarah sat up
and took a swig from the bottle, the alcohol going to her head as she swallowed
the thirsty gulps. She kept some in her mouth as she pulled David toward her
for a kiss.
She’d thought it was such a good idea initially. When
champagne started spilling out the sides of their mouths Sarah acknowledged the
logistics of a Cristal-soaked smooch were a little complicated. She laughed as
champagne dribbled down her chin.
David joined in, his chuckle rumbling on his lips as he
moved them over her face, gathering the stray droplets. “You’re a bit of a
loon, you know that?”
No one had ever accused her of being the slightest bit
Dawne Prochilo, Dingbat Publishing, Kate Tate