Page 69 of Champagne Fizz

“How close are you?” I ask, and my response is a trembling in her spine as her hands clutch desperately against mine. “I want you to come for me, Sunshine,” I coax. “I’m not inside you, but yes, that’s my cock pressed against your—”

She drops her head to my neck and muffles a cry, mewing with lust. Her hips flick and her thighs clench.

“Don’t fight it, Kendall,” I coach. “Roll your hips. Feel it.”

She moans wickedly at my instructions, her gasps becoming hot puffs against skin.

“Feel me against you,” I continue. “Intensify it. Rock your hips against my—”

Oh God, she listens!

Kendall rolls her hips and drags her inflamed pussy against my length, and now I’m the one groaning.

Her hands clasp mine intensely.

“Simon!” she cries out. “Oh wow, your—!”

I want to lift my hips and buck against her, meet her assault. I want her to know exactly how hot my cock can feel.

But I don’t.

I need her to know that she’s in control and that she can trust me to do exactly what she needs.

She rolls her hips again and again and it only takes a few more strokes before she’s unleashed.

“Oh—! Oh—! Oh—!”

Her orgasm is so raw and undone it’s like watching innocence burn from her skin. There’s no performance in it. She’s completely real and lost in the heat of what her body can do when she surrenders to it.

It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

“Simon!” she chants my name as she buries her face into my chest and rides her convulsions.

I want her naked.

I want to be inside her.

She drags her lips up my neck and bites the soft tendons. I hiss at the pain, but I let her suckle and chew, because she really is completely beautiful when she lets go. She’s freaking magnificent.

“I’m going to get addicted to watching you come,” I whisper in her ear and she moans. “You have no idea how beautiful you are when youwantto come, when you own it.”

This isn’t an accidental orgasm where her body is overheating and demanding something she doesn’t want. This is an orgasm that’s hers. It’s an orgasm she coaxed out of her body and released, letting me witness her unbridled power. She’s here—with me—fully present in her body and unashamed of her pleasure.

When she pulls back to look in my eyes, I can see it in her gaze. This is the first time she’s surrendered to her own desire. I’m not even inside her and it’s the hottest, most vulnerable look I’ve ever seen after sex.

“See,” I whisper, “when youwantto come, you can bring any man to his knees.”

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KENDALL

Ilean forward and kiss Simon.

I kiss him hard as the wicked spasms between my legs echo and continue to charge. He points out how beautiful I am when I’m a participant in my orgasm, and it’s true.

I feel drunk.

The good kind of drunk that’s full of endorphins and fizzy pop and you want to laugh and dance and act like the world is your oyster.

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