Page 168 of Champagne Fizz

“I know,” she says, “but this is what I wanted.”

“I should’ve been the one to put this all together,” I apologize, but she sits up and grabs me by my shirt.

“I need you for something else,” she says with a wicked smile that wakes up my cock.

“And what exactly is that, Sunshine?” I tease, as she pulls me down onto the bed and into a kiss. She feels like heaven as I wrap my arms around her, her mouth needy and her body warm. She rolls on top of me and my dick gets hard—this is happening.

She’s wearingthe dress.

My hands trace over the silk of her body, and the weight of her on top of me is intoxicating. She starts mewing as my hands glide up and down her sides: over her waist, across her hips, caressing her ass. I don’t hold back.

“Your hands are sin,” she moans as my fingers explore.

“This dress is sin.”

“You’re the one who gave it to me,” she pants.

“And you look perfect in it. Youfeelperfect in it,” I growl, massaging the silk of her backside. I capture her lower lip in my teeth and suck on it wickedly. She moans at my assault and adjusts her knees so they’re on each side of my hips, giving us both more leverage. I don’t hesitate, grabbing her ass and grinding her pelvis against where I’m excited. “Your body does things to me too,” I whisper against her ear, and she whimpers, discovering how thin her dress is and how little it masks what’s in my pants.

I rock her several times against my thickness, and her thighs shudder and clench, her breath shallowing as her moans turn wild.

This yellow dress means it’s go-time, but we also need to pace ourselves—Ineed to pace myself, if I’m actually going to have her. I release my pressure on her ass, and slide my hands up to her neck and hair, focusing on kissing and tasting her.

She pulls back and starts to paw at my shirt. “I need you naked.”

I smile at her feverishness, dropping my hands completely from her body and letting her do her work. Her fingers fight with my buttons, nervous and careful.

“Hey—” I put my hand over hers, and her brown eyes flick up at me. “We have all night,” I assure her. “There’s no rush. We have tomorrow too. We have all the time you need.”

She nods, taking several breaths to calm herself down.

“I really want to do this,” she says, wanting me to know she’s sure. “I want you to be my first, Simon.”

“Trust me,” I say, cupping her neck and pulling her back to me, “that’s one-hundred-percent happening.”

She melts into my kiss, her fingers still fumbling at my chest, doing her best with my difficult buttons. I turn it into a game, distracting her with my tongue, then my hands, making her moan and dig her fingers into my shirt. I try to see how long I can distract her before she goes back to clawing at my buttons.

After managing to unhook half of them, she pulls back to get air, sitting up and pressing her ass against my dick. I moan and she flushes, realizing she’s the one in the power position. She laughs, surprised by her own ability to affect me.

“Oh?” She smiles, the innocence on her face a ruse. “Do you like that, Callahan?” She sweeps her ass across my pants again.

I bite my lip, not sure if it’s hotter that she’s stroking me with her ass, or scolding me with my last name.

“No comment,” I joke, and she lifts her hips up as punishment.

“Oh no no,” she scolds. “You have to ask for what you want, Callahan.” Her eyes light as she turns the words I’ve used on her against me.

I drop my hands to her waist and gaze at how beautiful she is. That dress hugs her body, and the candlelight flickering against the fabric makes her look dipped in gold.

“Trust me, Hart,” I reply. “If I tell you what I want, you’re going to come just from me talking about it. And frankly, I’d rather do it.”

She whimpers, her mouth dropping open and panting, like that comment zipped between her legs and licked her wet.

“Kendall,” I growl, “you make those noises and look at me like that …” I sit up and wrap my hands around her back, positioning her so she’s straddling my lap and we’re both sitting upright and vertical. “All I’m going to say is I’m going to tear off your panties when I get to them, and—”

“Simon!” she gasps, her ass pressing against my cock again, except she starts moving her own hips, rolling her backside in a motion that’s pure demon.

I dip my head to her neck. “Keep doing that,” I demand, my hands racing up and down her back as my mouth devours.

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