Page 82 of Stolen Moments

Needy groans bloom in my chest as I reach for him.

Mason steps back, shaking his head as I drop my hands.

“It might be your birthday, but I’m still the boss and these are staying on.” He snaps the elastic of his briefs, baiting me.

I want to put him in my mouth and suck. But since I want to see where this is going, I won’t be a brat and I’ll let it go.

Mumbling under my breath, “For now,” he smirks, stepping between my legs.

“Now, where were we?” He lifts the bottle of champagne to my lips. “Drink.”

I part my lips as he pours the cool liquid into my mouth, and the mix of dry and fruity flavors hits my palate like a sensual blast. I swallow, but the champagne overflows my mouth, effervescing on my tongue, and dribbles down my chin.

Mason dips down and laps up the line of alcohol before kissing me. “Delicious.”

He’s delicious.

I hum in agreement.

His green and gold eyes lock on mine as he brings the bottle to his mouth and takes a drink. The bubbles spill down his chin, and I lean forward returning the favor, tonguing the drops off his stubbled chin before pressing my lips to his. Champagne floods my mouth as he opens his and kisses me. I swallow the pink champagne as our tongues tangle and sparkle from the bubbles.

My head dances, and I’m not sure if it’s from the instant effects of the alcohol hitting my system or the sultry way Mason wraps his tongue around mine, fucking my mouth like I wish he’d fuck me.

We break apart, gasping for air.

“I’m not quite sold yet. Lay down.” Mason presses a palm to my chest, pushing my back to the counter. He bends my knees and places my feet on the edge. Tipping the bottle, he pours the champagne in my belly button.

I jolt at the cold sensation, causing a stream to spill over the side of my waist.

“Stay still.”

As motionless as I can be, I watch him tongue a wet trail up my curves back to my belly button. He lifts his glowing hazel eyes to mine and dips his tongue in the small pool with a grunt before he sucks down the alcohol in the most erotic way possible.

Arching my head back, I attempt to control my breathing and focus. My body is on fire, and my pussy is quivering with need as cold liquid hits my heated skin again with a fizzle.

I force my eyes open. I don’t want to miss a single moment.

I watch as Mason dribbles champagne in the valley between my breasts and runs his finger through the puddle.

“So fucking tasty.” His pupils are blown, and his voice is thick, low.

I watch with rapt attention as he cleans the drop off his finger with his mouth. Bending down, he slurps the pool, sucking my skin.

“Mason,” I exhale his name, my body bowing, begging for his touch.

“I’m starting to agree—this might be the best-tasting champagne I’ve ever had.”

He pours another stream—over my breasts this time—before lavishing them with his lips and tongue. With every pull of my nipple, my clit tingles and pulses. I’m on the verge of coming when he pops off and switches sides.

Pour, lick, moan, suck.

Down the path of my body he goes. Frustration begins to boil in my belly as his mouth roams every inch of my body, avoiding my slick center—the place I am desperate for him to suck. His process is methodical as he pours the champagne down the crease of my thigh and hip.

“So sweet.” He pulls my pussy lip into his mouth, teasing me.

“More,” I pant.

My core gushes, needy for his touch as he pours more champagne down the other crease of my thigh. Inhuman moans vibrate in his chest, and my knees fall open for him. He repeats the same sensual tease.

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