Page 27 of Champagne Kisses
“Guilty. But I still enjoy the classics.”
She keeps looking around and I start to wonder what my apartment says about me. Does it look like I’m a player?
“I really like your place. And when I dropped you off before, I thought it was cool how close you are to so many subway lines.”
I step closer.
“Is that what you were thinking?” I’m less than a foot from her, and her breath hitches when I take her hand.
“Just to be clear, Maya, I didn’t bring you here to have dessert.” Her eyes widen and I expect her to pull away, but she doesn’t.
“I kinda figured that when you said it was at your place.” I move my hands up her arms, caressing her wrists. I’m rewarded with more goosebumps. I wonder where else she’s excited.
“And you’re OK with that? Because if you’ve changed your mind, I can totally walk you to your car. No pressure.” I hold my breath. Sure, there’s no pressure, but there will be immense disappointment and a thirty-minute cold shower if she says she wants to leave now.
“No. I’d like to stay.” I let out my breath in relief. She walks to my couch and takes a seat, one ankle crossed behind the other, ever the lady. My heart starts racing and I have to remind myself not to tackle her as I move to sit next to her.
Even though she said she wants to stay, I still feel like I need to be careful. Like one false move could send her running away again. I scoot closer to her until our knees are touching. She’s watching me intently.
"So, do you do this often? Wine and dine women and then bring them to your place?" Great. My apartment must have "player" written all over it. I break eye contact.
"Actually, no. I have hookups, sure, but," I look directly into her eyes. "I don't normally bring women back to my apartment." She ponders that, and I gently place my hand on her thigh. Her skin is warm and soft and my body reacts immediately. I lean in closer, my mouth brushing her ear, and inhale deeply.
“Mmmm. You still smell so good. Is it weird that I've wanted to smell you again all night?” She shakes her head and I nuzzle my lips against her ear again. I can see her pulse racing in her throat.
She’s clearly nervous, so I’m beyond surprised when she turns to face me and puts her hands on my shoulders. She trails them down to my chest before reaching for the buttons of my shirt. It turns me on how much she wants me, and I get impossibly harder in my pants.
The room is quiet except for our uneven breathing and the sounds of traffic from the street below. I leave her ear to place a kiss on her neck. It’s innocent enough, until I bite down and then lick the spot.
She gasps and misses a button. I keep kissing down her throat until I reach the neckline of her dress.
“These have been driving me crazy all night,” I say to her tits, before sliding my hands from her hips up her ribcage to give them a squeeze. She moans, but it sounds muffled. I look up tosee her pressing her lips together. I take her face in one hand and stroke her lips with my thumb, coaxing them apart.
“There you go, baby. I wanna hear how much you like what I’m doing to you.” Her mouth opens, and she’s practically panting. I can’t take it anymore. I have to kiss her. I lean in slowly, giving her plenty of time to retreat, before pressing my lips softly against hers.
Damn she’s so sweet! Her lips are velvety and hot and I can still taste the honey from the mead on them. I tilt my head to deepen the kiss and slip my tongue into her scorching mouth.
She’s completely given up trying to unbutton my shirt and instead is clinging to the fabric as I start to plunder her mouth. It’s not nearly enough.
I pull away from her mouth to kiss the tops of her breasts and grab them, squeezing harder this time. She arches into my hands and I pinch the nipples I feel straining through her dress.
“Ah, Adam! Jesus!” I chuckle and pinch them again, rewarded with another moan.
“You like that, huh?” I’m kissing deeper into her cleavage now, pulling down the fabric to expose more of her to my mouth. She’s clenching my shirt in fists now.
“God, yes! Adam…Shit!” She hisses out the last word, as I chose that moment to push her dress and bra down the rest of the way to take her left nipple into my mouth. Her hands abandon my shirt and move to the back of my neck, pulling my hair, pressing me harder against her. I still can’t get close enough.
Frustrated, I pull the sleeves of her dress down and her bra comes with it, exposing both of her breasts to me fully. Jesus Christ. She must be a D cup at least.
“Maya,” I say in awe. “You are gorgeous. I just…” I’m sure she can hear me gulp, can see my mouth practically watering from the image of her aroused and ready on my couch, her cinnamon globes heaving with every breath and tipped with what look (and taste) like dark chocolate truffles.
“I’m glad you’re here,” I finish, when my words finally return. She smiles at me, all signs of nervousness gone. She pushes me back against the couch and straddles my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck.
“I’m glad I’m here too.” She takes my hands and places them on her hips before kissing me deeply. This kiss has been building since the drive. I spent days thinking about her, having no choice but to jerk off to her luscious curves and still waking up pitching a tent in my sheets with cum on my leg. Something about her clearly does it for me, and she's finally here, in the flesh.
The kissing gets more heated, more urgent. I move my hands down from her hips to cup her ass and start grinding her against my dick. I moan into her mouth when her movements become more explicit, matching the rhythm of my tongue in her mouth.
“Damnit, Maya. If you keep riding me like this, we’re not going to make it to the main event.” Her smile turns cocky, as if I’ve just challenged her. She widens her knees, bringing herpussy into tighter contact against my cock. I can feel the heat coming off her.
