I was about to follow him upstairs with our fingers barely touching when I thought of something that we might need. I grabbed the bottle of champagne and I didn’t see there being a necessity for glasses.
I entered the bedroom and the scene was like a fairy tale come true. Candles were lit and there was a smattering of rose petals leading from the threshold to the bed. The sheets were changed. He had arranged to have red silk sheets to be curled around us in the throes of passion.
I turned to him and put my hand on his chin, bringing him down so that we were pressing lips together. I slithered like a snake down to the floor, pressing my cheek against his engorged state and then pulling down the zipper with only my teeth. It didn’t take much to extricate him from his prison. It was thick and inviting, but I thought of something that would make it that much more palatable.
“I’m not sure that I like the look in your eye. You are obviously up to something and I think that it would be a good idea to lay your cards on the table.” I grabbed the champagne that was already opened. I think he got a better idea of what I had in mind when I tipped it over and that cool to the touch liquid ran in rivers down the shaft.
He was momentarily startled by the impact of the cold hitting his skin, but I followed that up with the consumption of my mouth. It had the necessary results. He was drooling along the surface of my tongue and every time that I squeezed from the bottom to top there was more that replaced what I had swiped off.
“You are definitely full of surprises.” There was a catch in his throat and the way that he was looking down at me biting his bottom lip was priceless. “I don’t know who you think you are, but I have to say that I might have bitten off more than I can handle.” He had no idea how true that statement really was.
I’m sure that he didn’t think that I could go all the way, but I showed him that I had a bit of a nasty streak in me. The combination of the champagne and what was clinging to the tip of his organ was making me hungry for more. I bobbed up and down with his apples slapping up against my chin each time that I let him tickle my tonsils.
He was running his hands lovingly through my hair and moaning with growls of appreciation that I was feeding on. That was my drug of choice and an addiction that had me unwilling to relinquish my claim on my prize.
“You really do know how to make a guy feel good about himself. That mouth of yours is amazing and you must’ve been very popular in school with this technique.” That was something that I could probably say to him over and over again about the way that he had taken me to new heights of pleasure downstairs on the island this morning.
It was erotic to have him wearing his clothes and me down on my knees wearing mine. The only indication that something untoward was going on was what was easily sliding in and out of my mouth.
“Let’s not go too far and I would like to have something left in the chamber. I’m sure that it would feel wonderful to give you a mouthful, but I’m inclined to wait for another time.” I scraped him with my teeth, as he pulled free with a nasty pop of my lips. I didn’t want to let go and the evidence of that was the streak of teeth marks along the length of him.
“You should never take away a bone from a salivating dog in heat.” He lifted me to my feet, untucked my shirt from my jeans and then unbuttoned it slowly until I was exposing the little secret that I was keeping from him. He looked at the way that my breasts molded to the fabric of that delicate piece of lingerie. He couldn’t take his eyes off of me and I couldn’t have wished for a better result.
“I have to say once again that you are always trying to up the ante. I love that about you. You’re not like other women that are perfectly content in letting the man do all the work. It’s even that much better when I have feelings for you that are not just about your delectable body and the way that you can use it.” I had no interest in escaping his clutches. The way that he pushed me towards the mattress had me lying there in a compromising position.
He lifted my legs and I frantically pulled at the button of my jeans. I pulled down the zipper at the same time. I knew that he was never going to let me go.
He grabbed me by the waist and he pulled those jeans down while I shimmied in place to help him. Between the two of us, we were able to get me out of those things. He used two fingers to flip up the material on that negligee to see that I wasn’t wearing anything underneath. I picked up the bottle of champagne and he grabbed it from my hands like I was testing his willpower
He drank from the bottle and then pushed me to the center of the bed and gave me the same treatment that I gave him. His tongue was followed by a mouthful of liquor that had me standing practically on my head with my body arched and a moan of stunned appreciation coming from my lips.
“I thought that I was the only one that was full of surprises. It would appear that we both like to keep the other guessing.” I looked down between my legs and I could see him working his hand around the base of his love muscle.
“You’re not the only one that can think outside the box, Gillian. Stick with me and I promise that I will give you the moon.” He turned and I slapped both of his cheeks as he gave me the full moon. That was the kind of humor that had me smiling as he finally got into position with the knob kissing those lips that he had just vacated.
“I do believe that I have met my match and vice versa. Lillian has no idea what kind of hornet’s nest that she has stirred up by coming after us. If she has any hope at all then she will have to try to divide and conquer and that’s not going to work with us.” I reached down; holding him at the base and feeling him shudder from the way that my fingers skimmed up and down his length.
“I can’t stand it any longer, Gillian. I have to know what I have been missing out on. It’s been a burning question in my mind from the moment that we met.” He was in position and he just had to move his hips a little towards me to bury his staff.
He penetrated me with the head, pulled out and circled my clit with his knob. That left behind this wetness that clung to me like a second skin.
“You have taken your toll on me. I feel weak because every time that I think of you I get these profound images in my head. I know that you’re teasing me on purpose, but you better be aware that it’s not a good thing to play with fire. It’s possible that you will get burned.” I followed that statement up with my body pushing forward and giving him the keys to the threshold of my sex.
I opened up like a newly bloomed rose, the lips closing in around him and the suction from within keeping his attention. I saw the look in his eyes as each inch sank into the depths of my moist opening. I had my legs spread as far as they could go and it was a wonder that I was even able to bend that way.
“That has got to be the best feeling in the world. I have you stuffed full and there?
??s not even an inch to spare. I fucking love the way that you took charge. You weren’t going to wait around. I like that you are able to keep me on my toes.” Speaking of toes, he was lifting my leg and was sucking each individual digit sending signals to another part of my anatomy that was quite juicy already.
He stayed completely still, letting me adjust to the thickness and the size of his manhood before taking a hold of my ankles in his hands. They felt like shackles, but then he started that seesaw motion that had the friction of our bodies slamming together. My ass was coming off of the mattress to meet him stroke for stroke. I think that he enjoyed the effort that I made to make it that much more pleasurable for him.
He had shed his clothing and he never looked any better than in his birthday suit. The sweat was dripping from his body onto mine.
“Don’t just think about it…do it already.” My words encouraged a deeper penetration with sharp and decisive jabs of his hips that had me rising to the occasion. My nipples were hard enough to cut through glass. My legs were around his waist and I was waiting for him to come in for the kill.
“I can’t get over the way that you have driven me to the edge. I have barely begun and I already feel that the gun is about to go off. I have to slow down and think of something that isn’t sexual like maybe my grandmother in a bikini.” That was not helping any matters, but it did seem to sustain him long enough to make my climax give its seal of approval.
“I’m cumming… I know that you can feel it… YESSSS.” My insides began to vibrate and squeeze the living daylights out of him. His mouth was parted and I think that I surprised him by the control that I had over those internal muscles. I was not only letting the climax massage him in a profound way, but I was also squeezing down at the same time. It was enough to milk any man dry, yet he stayed in the cockpit and went from first gear to third gear in a matter of seconds.