I want to fill her up, to claim her as mine, to kiss and lick every inch of her body. I want to feel her legs around my waist, her pussy around my cock. I want to feel her sweet kisses and wrap my hands in her hair. To hold her close and never let her go. I need her to be mine.
She pulls her lips back from mine and instantly I miss the feel of her lips, the taste of her mouth.
“Sit,” she commands.
I do as I’m told, giving her an amused smile. Who am I to argue?
Callie picks up her glass of champagne and brings it over to me. She kneels down in front of me and takes a big mouthful of the drink then she puts the glass on the floor beside her. She grabs the base of my cock and leans forward. She pushes her lips over my cock, taking me into her mouth.
I am instantly hers, like she has cast a spell over me. Her mouth is filled with champagne and the coldness takes my breath away for a second. The champagne fizzes against my skin, the bubbles causing a tickling feeling along my length as Callie bobs her head slowly, sucking me and swirling the bubbles around me with her tongue.
She swallows and the warmth of her mouth envelopes me. She moves her head faster, sucking me like she wants me as much as I want her. She moves her mouth to my tip and flicks her tongue back and forth across it. She takes another mouthful of champagne and I gasp as the temperature of her mouth plummets once more and again, I feel the delicious bubbling sensation prickling at my skin, tantalizing me, teasing me, throwing me through so many pleasurable waves at once. It’s almost too much, yet at the same time, it’s not enough. I need to feel her pussy wrapped around me, squeezing me, but I don’t want to leave the warm wetness of her mouth.
I am close to the edge now, so close I am afraid I will go over too quickly and ruin what we’re doing. I can’t let myself come until I’m in her pussy, until I’ve taken her to Heaven and brought her back again.
I want to pull back, to get control of myself and make this last forever, but Callie is addictive and I don’t want my cock to ever leave her mouth. I moan as she takes me all the way into her mouth, her hand playing with my balls, kneading them and sending shivers of delicious ecstasy through my body. I can feel the heat of her mouth again, as she swallows the champagne. I feel her throat closing and then opening again, brushing the tip of my cock and making me gasp in a tortured breath.
I thrust my hips. I want to hold back, but I can’t. I can’t help myself when I’m around her – she takes me to the edge so quickly, pushing me past anything I’ve ever felt before.
I thrust again, working my cock against her tongue and her lips. I need the release only she can give me.
She has other ideas though, and when she senses I’m about to hit the point of no return, she slips me out of her mouth, exposing my cock to the cool air.
It helps to calm me down, but at the same time, I miss those lips, her probing, licking tongue. I look down at her as I fight to get enough air, to stop my head from spinning and my cock from screaming for more.
Callie meets my eyes and smiles up at me. She runs her tongue over her lips and I moan low in my throat, knowing she’s tasting me, watching her enjoy the taste. She gets to her feet and pushes my shoulders back.
I scoot backwards and she gets onto the bed, her legs straddling me. My skin comes to life where her inner thighs touch me, tingling and itching for more. She bends forward and kisses me. Her lips are slightly sticky from the champagne and she tastes as sweet as ever. I run my hands up and down her back, over her ass, cupping her cheeks and bringing her closer to me. I lightly scrape my nails down along her sides, enjoying the way she gasps slightly as I make shivers run through her body. She kisses me harder and I move my hands up her body, pushing them into her hair as she hovers above me, supporting herself on her hands and knees.
She moves back from the kiss, pulling her lips from mine and smiling down at me. Her eyes sparkle as she takes me in. She moves her mouth back out of my reach and lowers herself a little, running her hard nipples over my chest, teasing me, making trails of goose bumps burst out on my skin.
She lowers her hips, moving her slit over my cock. She moves back and forth, rubbing herself over my cock. She does it in a way that makes me want to just let go and lose control. She applies enough pressure to make my skin tingle, but not enough to bring me any sort of relief. I can tell by her panting breaths that she’s teasing herself every bit as much as she’s teasing me with her feather light touch.
She dips lower for a moment, pressing her mound against my cock and I suck in a rasping breath as a pulse of powerful lust floods my body.
I fight to stay in control of myself as Callie teases my body, bringing all of my senses to life. I can smell her. She smells of sweet perfume and raging pheromones, and I can smell her sweet juices, her lust.
I want to grab her shoulders, to slam her onto her back and fuck her tight little pussy, but I don’t want this to be over. It’s
