Champagne

I lay on the bed waiting for him. I'd left a series of notes to guide him up to the bedroom. I could hear that he was on the way and a shiver of excitement ran through my body. The door handle turned and the door opened. He stepped into the room. My silver silk lingerie shimmered in the dappled light. I reached forward to the ice bucket by the bed. “Would you like a drink?” He nodded. I popped open the champagne and poured a glass. I held it out to him, but just as he reached for it I moved it away from him. I caught his eye and then poured the contents of the glass over my body. The chilled and fizzing champagne flowed across my breasts and stomach. He raised an eyebrow. I smiled. “Come and get it then.”

He leaned over me, pushing me flat on the bed. I closed my eyes, taking in the feel of his tongue on my skin as he lapped up every drop of the champagne. He started with my breasts and worked his way slowly downwards, tracing the fizzing flow. Taking his time, making sure he got every last drop. Making me wait for him to get all the way down to where the champagne had soaked the silver silk. As he got there I gasped. The cool fizz was already teasing my clit. His tongue felt incredible through the wet silk. He kissed and licked and sucked every drop from me, driving me crazy as he did. Every movement of his tongue drew me closer to orgasm. With another kiss, another lick, I felt wave of pleasure. The silk was even wetter now.