Page 119 of Pucking the Team
I lay still and watched.
He very carefully filled my navel with fizz. Bubbles popped in the sunlight, dampening my skin and the very fine hairs that grew there.
“This is the only way to truly enjoy champagne,” he said, then tipped forward and licked my abdomen.
His tongue was a slow stroke that sent a tremble of desire over my flesh and to my pussy. “Eduardo.”
He closed his eyes and sucked up the champagne from my navel.
“Mmm.” I rested my hand on his warm shoulder.
His kisses traveled up to my breasts, slowly, reverently, and he took my right nipple into his mouth.
I let my body get heavy on the bed, I wanted to get to the carnal ecstatic stage but I also wanted to enjoy the journey.
And it seemed he did, too.
He treated each breast to serious attention, bringing my nipples to hard, aching points that created a tug in my clit. I kept my breaths slow despite the fact I was heating up with longing.
“You’re so soft,” he said, his face coming over mine. “And you taste delicious.”
“That will be the champagne.” I touched his cheek.
“No, it is you.” He kissed me. “And I want more.”
“So have more, sate your appetite.”
“I intend to.” He paused. “You ready?”
The smile he gave me was so deliciously seductive I swear a small orgasm quivered over my clit.
“Yes,” I managed.
He moved down my body, keeping his weight held but not so much that I couldn’t feel his heat and his skin. Again hiskisses were lingering and thorough, and it felt like an age before he reached my pubic hair.
I closed my eyes and curled my fingers into the bedding. My excitement was ramping up. I was so turned on. “Oh…Eduardo.”
“Like this.” He settled between my legs and pushed at my inner thighs. “Give yourself to me.” He tickled the inside of my right thigh with the tips of his fingers, creating a fluttering that had my pussy dampening.
“I am yours,” I said.
They must have been the right words to say, because he set to work on my clit.
“Oh, yes…” I managed. His mouth was warm and slick, and he caught all my most sensitive spots with the flat of his tongue. “Fuck…yes.”
He stretched one hand up to cup my right breast, catching my nipple between his fingers, and I set my palm over it. I was greedy for every sensation, every touch he could give me.
And he was giving me plenty; his tongue was gliding through my folds, poking at my entrance and rotating over my clit. The pressure quickly began to build, my clit swelling and my hips rocking of their own volition to meet his mouth.
I was moaning softly, enjoying each lave and caress of his tongue. And then he eased a finger into me. I gasped and my belly tensed. “Oh God, yes…oh, right there.”
He was pressing over my G-spot. A firm touch that created a denseness I knew would send me to orgasm.
“Eduardo,” I moaned again, reaching down to spread my pussy lips, wanting his tongue firmer on my clit.
He gave it, a fast, determined flick that had my toes curling and my breaths coming in short pants. He was building me up, pushing me to the point of no return. I was going to come.
And then he stopped.
