Page 369 of The First Time
I stare up into his eyes. Demanding more.
Blake pulls a champagne bottle from an ice bucket.
He tilts the bottle away from me and pops the cork. It bounces off the ceiling and lands on the floor. Bubbles spill over the sides of the bottle.
A drop hits my chest. It's cold. Sticky.
Heat spreads through my torso. He isn't touching me. He isn't licking this drop off. I need that. All of it.
It's been too long.
Blake slides out of his suit jacket. "Arms over your head."
My body obeys immediately.
He holds the bottle two inches above my mouth and dribbles champagne over my lips.
I lick the bubbly. My tongue is greedy. All of me is greedy. I need the sweet, fruity drink. I need it obliterating every one of my inhibitions.
Blake draws a line of champagne over my body from my lips to my belly button then back up again.
He plants a kiss on my pelvis. Then it's his tongue on my skin, lapping up every drop of champagne.
He moves up my stomach. My chest. My neck.
He sucks at my skin to lap up every drop.
His fingertips skim my inner thighs. The tease makes me shake. He's taking too long. I can't wait. I'm already waiting for so much.
Then he kisses me and I have everything I need. Feelings are pouring from me to him. And back from him to me. Only I don't know what they are.
He needs me.
I need him.
I don't have a clue about the rest.
His kiss is hungry. Demanding.
When he pulls back, he's panting.
He looks down at me, some mix of affection and desire filling his eyes. "Comfortable?"
"Very."
He undoes his tie and holds it tightly.
He works slowly, wrapping my wrists and binding them.
I'm at his mercy again.
But then I'm always at his mercy.
"Please." I arch my back. "Fuck me."
"I'm going to fuck you so hard you see stars."
I nod. Yes. That. Now.
