and
wrenched it apart, only this time I was successful. I clapped my hands together
like a child. “Ha, take that.” He smiled then held up his glass of champagne
and tipped it towards me very slightly. “What are you doing?”
“I told you, I know something
else that enhances the flavour.” He tilted it further sending the champagne
splashing all over my chest. I squealed and closed my eyes, and before I had
opened them he was licking, sucking and kissing my chest and neck. It felt
wonderful, but also tickled like hell. He slid his hands behind my back, and
tried to unhook my bra. “I hate these silly things.”
My laughter increased. “They
really aren’t that difficult. How is it that you can fly a helicopter, but
cannot unhook a bra?” He gave me his devilish glint again and I knew what he
had planned. “Don’t you dare, Bryce, I love this bra.” I put my hands behind my
back and unclipped it with ease. He basically wrenched it from me exposing my
breasts, so I did the same with his shredded t-shirt. Fuck me, his chest is
glorious . I would never get sick of seeing this man naked, he was just
simply sex-on-a-stick, and I wanted to lick him all over like a lollypop.
I propped myself up on my
elbows, inviting him to tip a little more onto my chest. This time when he did,
he quickly caught the drips with his tongue as they went down my stomach. He
then trailed my favourite muscle of his all the way back up to my nipple and
engulfed my breast with his hungry mouth. The feeling was sensational. The
champagne was cold, but his tongue was warm and it neutralised the temperature exquisitely.
He grabbed a strawberry and placed half of it in my mouth, so I bit down. Yum,
strawberries are so tasty and sexy. He wiped the remainder of the berry
down my stomach and around my belly button leaving a pink juicy trail. It was
sort of sticky, but when he ran his tongue up and down me cleaning the traces,
it was very sensual.
I rolled him over and sat
upon his pelvis, grabbing the bottle of champagne. I tipped it, not gently mind
you, because I felt he needed a little punishment for tearing my tank top. He
screwed up his face only a little, but smirked at me and stood his ground by
keeping his eyes well and truly fixed on mine. He is so stubborn. I slid
down his legs and began my consumption at his happy trail.
“You’re right, it definitely
enhances the flavour.” I continued licking and sucking around his navel and up
over his six pack. I sat back up and put the bottle to my lips taking in a
mouthful, then leaned over and kissed him transferring some of the contents. We
continued our kiss, swallowing the champagne. Mmmm yummy. He sat up and
we maintained our lip and tongue locking. I pulled away, grabbed another
strawberry, and stuck it half out of my mouth. He leaned forward and bit down
on the exposed half, until our mouths met once again.
“Have you ever seen the movie
Lady and the Tramp?” he mumbled as he ate his half of the strawberry.
“No, believe it or not it is
one Disney Classic I have not seen. Why?” I answered, while sucking the
strawberry juice from my fingers.
“You remind me of Lady.” He
grabbed my hand, and placed my fingers in his mouth, so that he could suck them
clean for me.
Correct me if I am
mistaken, but lady was a dog yeah? “Are
you saying I remind you of a dog?”
He laughed. “No. Well hang
on, bark for me.”
My eyes widened. I pulled my
hand away from his mouth. “Really?” I lifted the champagne and poured the
remainder of it on top of his head. He just sat there with me atop him
displaying a shocked smirk on his face. “Woof.” I smiled satisfactorily.
“Are we playing dogs now?” He
asked sarcastically.
“You started it.”
“In that case.” He shook his
hair and sprayed me with droplets. I screamed and screwed up my face as they
landed all over me.
“I know another way dogs play,
Mr. Clark.’ I wiped my eyes and raised my eyebrow at him.
“I’m sure you
wrenched it apart, only this time I was successful. I clapped my hands together
like a child. “Ha, take that.” He smiled then held up his glass of champagne
and tipped it towards me very slightly. “What are you doing?”
“I told you, I know something
else that enhances the flavour.” He tilted it further sending the champagne
splashing all over my chest. I squealed and closed my eyes, and before I had
opened them he was licking, sucking and kissing my chest and neck. It felt
wonderful, but also tickled like hell. He slid his hands behind my back, and
tried to unhook my bra. “I hate these silly things.”
My laughter increased. “They
really aren’t that difficult. How is it that you can fly a helicopter, but
cannot unhook a bra?” He gave me his devilish glint again and I knew what he
had planned. “Don’t you dare, Bryce, I love this bra.” I put my hands behind my
back and unclipped it with ease. He basically wrenched it from me exposing my
breasts, so I did the same with his shredded t-shirt. Fuck me, his chest is
glorious . I would never get sick of seeing this man naked, he was just
simply sex-on-a-stick, and I wanted to lick him all over like a lollypop.
I propped myself up on my
elbows, inviting him to tip a little more onto my chest. This time when he did,
he quickly caught the drips with his tongue as they went down my stomach. He
then trailed my favourite muscle of his all the way back up to my nipple and
engulfed my breast with his hungry mouth. The feeling was sensational. The
champagne was cold, but his tongue was warm and it neutralised the temperature exquisitely.
He grabbed a strawberry and placed half of it in my mouth, so I bit down. Yum,
strawberries are so tasty and sexy. He wiped the remainder of the berry
down my stomach and around my belly button leaving a pink juicy trail. It was
sort of sticky, but when he ran his tongue up and down me cleaning the traces,
it was very sensual.
I rolled him over and sat
upon his pelvis, grabbing the bottle of champagne. I tipped it, not gently mind
you, because I felt he needed a little punishment for tearing my tank top. He
screwed up his face only a little, but smirked at me and stood his ground by
keeping his eyes well and truly fixed on mine. He is so stubborn. I slid
down his legs and began my consumption at his happy trail.
“You’re right, it definitely
enhances the flavour.” I continued licking and sucking around his navel and up
over his six pack. I sat back up and put the bottle to my lips taking in a
mouthful, then leaned over and kissed him transferring some of the contents. We
continued our kiss, swallowing the champagne. Mmmm yummy. He sat up and
we maintained our lip and tongue locking. I pulled away, grabbed another
strawberry, and stuck it half out of my mouth. He leaned forward and bit down
on the exposed half, until our mouths met once again.
“Have you ever seen the movie
Lady and the Tramp?” he mumbled as he ate his half of the strawberry.
“No, believe it or not it is
one Disney Classic I have not seen. Why?” I answered, while sucking the
strawberry juice from my fingers.
“You remind me of Lady.” He
grabbed my hand, and placed my fingers in his mouth, so that he could suck them
clean for me.
Correct me if I am
mistaken, but lady was a dog yeah? “Are
you saying I remind you of a dog?”
He laughed. “No. Well hang
on, bark for me.”
My eyes widened. I pulled my
hand away from his mouth. “Really?” I lifted the champagne and poured the
remainder of it on top of his head. He just sat there with me atop him
displaying a shocked smirk on his face. “Woof.” I smiled satisfactorily.
“Are we playing dogs now?” He
asked sarcastically.
“You started it.”
“In that case.” He shook his
hair and sprayed me with droplets. I screamed and screwed up my face as they
landed all over me.
“I know another way dogs play,
Mr. Clark.’ I wiped my eyes and raised my eyebrow at him.
“I’m sure you
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