“To our new family,” she repeats, and clinks her glass to mine. She hesitantly takes a sip, and I swallow mine in one go.
Reaching for her champagne, I carry the empty glasses to the side table, then return with the bottle in my hand. She drags her body up the bed till she reaches the head of it, and then widens her legs, displaying her swollen lips to me. I bring the chilled bottle of champagne to my lips and take a huge mouthful. Wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, I get up on the bed on my knees and inch closer to her.
“I have an idea.”
She smirks, looking at me intently as I take another drag from the bottle.
“And what idea is that?” she asks.
I shake my head. “I’d prefer to show you than tell you,” I explain, grinning.
She begins to giggle, and I swear that sound hits me straight in the heart. I fucking love her laugh. I think I just love the fact that I’m the reason for her being so happy.
Holding the bottle in one hand, I crawl over to her and rest between her legs. Kissing her deeply I suck on her bottom lip, tasting the champagne. She sighs when I delve my tongue into her mouth, tangling hers with mine. I peck her one more time before I sit back on my haunches. “This is going to be cold, but I’ll soon warm you up.”
Her smile soon turns into an O shape when I lightly tilt the bottle between her breasts, watching as the sparkling liquid travels down between them and settles in her navel. I lean forward and lick all the champagne from her as my hands hold her writhing body still. She moans and it’s music to my ears. Licking a path back up her body, following where the liquid had trailed, I continue to taste every part of her as I bring the champagne bottle up to her breasts, and pour some first on one nipple, and then the other. I quickly lean down and suck the tight bud into my mouth, enjoying her sounds of pleasure. I look up just as I move over to her other breast, and our eyes connect for a moment before I take her other nipple into my warm mouth and nip down on it. Her eyes shut tightly as she arches her back, causing her breast to move closer to my mouth. My other hand kneads and pulls at her breast as my mouth licks, sucks, and nibbles on her nipple.
“Quill,” she pants, “so fucking good.”
I smile against her skin. “That ain’t nothing yet, babe.” My promise causes her to open her eyes and look down at me. Securing the bottle in one hand, I crawl up her body, licking a path to her neck where I suck and nip at the soft skin. Her legs wrap around my waist, and my cock slides up her wet folds, ready to take what it so desperately wants.
I remove one of her thighs from my waist. “I’m not done having fun, baby.”
She groans, frustrated I’m not giving her what she wants. “Quill, I need you inside me. Please,” she begs.
Smirking, I shake my head. “Not yet, I need to taste you.”
She bites on her bottom lip, and I inch in and pull it away from her mouth using my teeth. “That lip’s mine, only mine.” She doesn’t have time to reply as I begin to make my way down her body again. Enjoying the goose bumps that erupt over her silken skin, I kiss my way down to my goal.
Blowing on her pussy, I lick her clit before gently pouring champagne on it. She gasps. “It’s so….” She doesn’t end that sentence because I’m dragging her clit between my lips, sucking it into my mouth. “Oh my God.”
“Mmm, champagne tastes even better when mixed with you,” I declare as I down the rest of the bottle and roll it off the bed. I slide my tongue through her folds and circle it around her entrance. Her thigh, still wrapped around my waist, is now over my shoulder, giving me wider access to her sex. I push my tongue into her sweet pussy and she moans. “Ride my face, baby,” I request, and it doesn’t take her long to grind her pelvis against my face as I lick her out, moaning as she follows my request. Her hands dig into my skull as she takes control of fucking my mouth. I know she’s close with the way her breathing picks up, and before she has a chance to protest I pull my mouth away, and move up and slide my cock into her wet heat with ease.
We make love through the night, before both slumping against each other with exhaustion and succumbing to sleep.