“Come here,” he says, indicating the ground in front of him.
I walk over, the clicking of my heels against the tile sounding so loud in the quiet night. My eyes are feeling heavier and heavier. I hope he doesn’t notice how sleepy I am.
He pulls me close until we’re belly to belly, his hand at the small of my back. He looks down at my face, appraising. “Are you tired?”
“Mm-hmm.”
He smirks, dipping his head and tasting my lips. “Remember, you promised I could do whatever I wanted to you tonight.”
I smile against his mouth. “Oh, I haven’t forgotten. Can we go to your room now?”
He nods and grabs the Dior bag off the table, but leaves the flowers. He takes my hand and hauls me inside.
I keep an eye out to make sure his dad isn’t around since I’m completely naked, but we make it to his bedroom without being seen.
Dare drops the Dior bag on his nightstand and nods for me to get on the bed.
I leave the heels on because he hasn’t told me otherwise and climb on his bed. I sink back into the soft, heavenly bedding and resist the urge to curl up and go to sleep.
“You haven’t even opened your present yet,” he says, untying the bow and opening the Dior bag himself.
God, his pillow is so soft. I tug it close, letting my eyes drift shut for just a moment.
Dare climbs on the bed with me, the Dior bag in hand. He puts it down on the bed between us, then draws out a jewelry box.
“Even the box is pretty,” I murmur drowsily.
He smiles and opens it up. Inside is a beautiful rose gold necklace with a little rose pendant, a single diamond at the center.
“Oh, Dare, it’s beautiful.”
He takes the necklace out, reaches over, and secures it around my neck. Then he leans down, softly kissing my lips. “I’m glad you like it.”
“I do. Thank you.”
“Did you like the champagne?” he asks.
“Mm-hmm.”
The soft material of his blanket feels so good against my skin.
Dare rolls me onto my belly and spreads my legs so he can climb between them. My pussy throbs as he grabs my ass, massaging the globes in his hands.
“You had quite a bit of it,” he says.
Did I?
“I wouldn’t be surprised if you passed out,” he murmurs teasingly as he leans down over me and kisses my bare back.
“No, I won’t pass out,” I murmur thickly against the pillow. “I want you to fuck me.”
“Oh, I will,” he assures me, sliding a finger in my pussy without warning.
I gasp and push my butt up in the air instinctively. “Should I take off the heels?”
My head feels swimmy. Maybe he’s right.
Maybe I did have too much champagne.
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When I wake up, it’s still dark outside.
I feel a little woozy and confused, not quite sure where I am. I’m tummy down on the bed, and fuck, I’m dehydrated.
Instinctively, I look to my nightstand to see if I brought a bottle of water to bed with me, but I’m startled when I see Dare lying next to me in a room I hardly recognize.
Oh, right.
I’m at Dare’s house.
We came to his room after the pool.
I try to remember what happened. I know we got on the bed, and he gave me a necklace.
I touch my neck. It’s still there.
I was naked except for my heels. I wiggle my toes. No heels.
When did I take them off?
The last thing I can remember, he had told me not to take them off. He was between my legs touching my ass and my pussy, but I can’t remember anything after that.
Did I black out?
There’s no way I had that much to drink.
My pussy feels a little tender, though. I guess we had sex?
I feel weird about not remembering it.
I see a bottle of water on the nightstand so I reach over Dare’s sleeping form and grab it. I take a few big gulps, but as I’m leaning over to return it to the nightstand, his arms slide around me.
I smile, sinking against him.
“Good morning,” he rumbles.
God, his voice is so sexy when he’s waking up.
“Good morning,” I whisper back, threading my fingers through his hair and snuggling up half on top of him, half beside him on the bed.
“How’d you sleep?”
“I don’t know,” I say with an uneasy smile. “I don’t remember falling asleep. I don’t even remember… Did we have sex?”
“Well, if you don’t remember, maybe we should go another round,” he teases, rolling me onto my back.
I smile as he climbs on top of me. He leans down to kiss me, and I wind my arms around his neck.
“You want me to eat your pussy?” he asks, kissing the side of my mouth.
“Mm, I wouldn’t say no,” I tell him.
He kisses his way along my jaw and down my neck. God, his mouth feels so good. He can’t pass up my boobs, so he stops there, kissing and sucking on my nipples before he moves lower and kisses his way down my tummy.