Page 71 of Champagne Fizz

He cups my face with one hand, looking at me reverently. “Kendall, let me guess, you just came harder than you ever have, right?”

I nod, unashamed. “God yes,” I breathe heavily, “and I want to come again.”

“I know,” he whispers, leaning forward to kiss me softly. “And you will. I promise.”

“Should I take off my clothes?”

“Slow down,” he says, cupping my neck and nibbling my chin. “I didn’t even touch you and you came harder than you ever have.”

“But I feel so—”

“Drunk?” He kisses me harder this time and I get lost in the taste of him. I get lost in his lips and the way our bodies press together.

“I want you, too,” he says, tilting me back slightly as he cups my lower back. “But you need to savor this.”

“I thought you said I was in control?” I say, and he nods before dragging is mouth down the column of my neck. His wet mouth feels incredible: warm and flushing as it shoots electricity through my shoulders and down.

“You are,” he says. “Listen to your body.”

His hand slides from my neck—lower—until his palm covers my breast. I startle, my breath catching violently in my throat. He squeezes me softly over my tank-top, taking the hot weight of my breast in his hand. It’s so wicked I start to sweat and my pussy aches to be filled.

“Simon!” I whisper hoarsely, “what are you—?”

“You want to come, Sunshine? I’m going to make sure you come. But you’re keeping all of your clothes on.”

His thumb draws a circle against the flimsy fabric, tracing over my nipple, and I see white. Hot throbbing sensations pulse through my body. He rings my taught bud again and again, and I moan at how vile and delicious it is.

“Oh Simon, don’t stop!”

He lifts his free hand and cups my other breast. He’s now holding and caressing both of my tits. My head clouds as his fingers swirl with heat—delicately, then harder, ringing then thrumming.

My clit throbs like he’s touching it, as if—by some unseen force—my nipples and my clit are connected. Every time he flicks my hard nub, my clit feels it like he’s teasing it.

“Simon! Oh wow, you’re gonna make me—”

He drops his hand from my breasts and pulls me against him by my hips, drowning my heat in a kiss. It’s too sweet for the tremors building inside me.

“I didn’t say stop,” I whimper, and he drags his lips to my ear.

“I’m not going to give you more than you can handle.” He pulls my earlobe between his teeth and tugs naughtily. “I need you to build up your stamina. I want you naked when I fuck you.”

“Oh—!” I whimper as my pussy creams, making me wickedly slick.

“Exactly,” he agrees, biting my earlobe. “Call me cruel, but we’re going to work up to that. You hear me, Sunshine?”

I whimper and nod against his neck, liking the sound of the nickname he’s just given me.

He kisses me for a long time, softly and slow, and I see how it cools me down. It’s not by much, of course, but it’s enough to keep me from inadvertently blasting off.

Then I feel his hands at the base of my tank top, teasing the fabric as he slips his fingers under it to touch the skin of my waist.

“This okay?” he asks softly, and I practically growl aYes, please!

His fingers investigate, moving slowly as he listens to me breathe, checking in to make sure I’m okay with what he’s doing.

“Please don’t stop,” I whisper as he traces my abdomen, teasing and swirling and making me gasp with my lightheadedness.

Fingers dance up my spine.

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