“Oh.” Heat pooled at my core and melted over my pussy.
A mischievous edge coated his next words. “Give me your tongue again.”
My pussy didn’t miss the seductive way he’d said it. I parted my lips and stuck out my tongue.
This time, he smeared actual caviar on my tongue. Moaning, I caught his finger with my mouth, not letting it go. Together, I swallowed down the caviar and sucked on his finger.
He groaned.
Keeping my eyes closed, I tenderly let his finger go and then licked my lips.
“Did you like the Kaluga caviar?”
“I did, but I loved your finger even more.”
“Hmmm.”
Keeping my eyes closed, I put on a devilish grin. “I want your finger again.”
“You’ll get more than that.” His finger returned to my mouth. This time he smeared a buttery honey mixture onto my lips. Some of the warm liquid dripped down my chin.
Instead of gathering it up with his fingers, he lapped it up with his tongue.
“Oh.” Lust drummed through me. I arched my back.
He kissed me, sucking the honey off my lips.
I opened my eyes. He wrapped his arms around my waist and lifted me up. I thought we would head away. He had other plans in his mind.
He picked me up and set me directly on the table. My ass landed right onto the caviar platter. Cold caviar smashed under my thighs, coated my bottom, and dripped down my legs. It was so sudden, my brain stuttered for several seconds, trying to keep up. My blood raced through my veins in anticipation.
“My naughty Rose.” Fast, he tore my dress. My bra and panties greeted him.
Our glasses spilled champagne all over the table. Some streamed by us and fell over the edge, splattering drops onto the ground.
I opened my mouth in shock. The fabric still dangled off me.
“Seeing you half naked and on my table is the best sight I’ve had all year, perhaps this whole decade.” He snatched off one side of my panties, making it more a flap, instead of an undergarment. Ripping off his shirt, Dima captured my mouth. “I’m done eating. How about you?”
“Definitely.” Quick, I helped him with the buttons, snatching them away. My fingers itched to touch his hard muscular chest. He slung the shirt off. Muscles and tanned skin. His body was a magnificent sight to behold and I intended on licking every inch of it this evening.
“Dear God.” I had my hands on his belt next, unbuckling and yanking it away.
“Are you as excited as me?”
I giggled. “Yes.”
Once his pants were down, he freed his cock.
Taking in the sight, I bit my lip.
His cock shot out in front of him, hard and long. As thick as a sword. A vein pulsed along those long inches, and I couldn’t wait to trail my wet tongue along it.
“Damn,” I moaned in anticipation.
“I’m going to put this in your pussy.”
“Yes.”
“Later, I’m going stuff your mouth with it too.”
“Mmmhmm.”
“Then, your ass.”
Stunned, I blushed. “Well. . .I don’t know about that.”
“You haven’t been fucked in your ass before?”
“No.”
He groaned.
“Dima, that doesn’t give you permission to do so.”
He pushed me down. My back lay in caviar, fruit, and champagne. He grabbed the bottle of champagne, snatched off the top with his mouth, and poured it all over my breasts.
“You’re crazy! I laughed as he licked my champagne-soaked nipples and then sucked each one. When he rose, he slung the bottle to the side.
It crashed in the corner.
“Dima, we’re ruining your balcony.”
“You’re too sexy for me to care.”
With all the food on the table, I was a mess. It must have turned Dima on.
He lowered and ate my pussy.
Next, he rose, spread my legs open, and shoved his cock inside me.
I cried out in pleasure.
“Finally.” Dima slammed in and out of me, rocking my body to a perfect rhythm. My breasts bobbed with the groove of him and me. Caviar moans and champagne groans filled the cool night air. And the table shook. And the water pitcher spilled.
While the whole time, candlelight flickered around us.
His gaze never left mine. He owned me. He shattered me with orgasms. He thrust into me, groaning and pumping. And my body trembled. And my pussy loved the delicious strokes. And my throat burned hot from my loud moaning.
And then,
he pulled out.
Shocked,
I almost begged him to return.
Quick,
he flipped me over.
“Ah!” I gasped. My breasts sank in the piles of caviar and strawberries. Champagne dripped down my ass. He smacked it, causing my cheeks to jiggle and champagne drops to splatter.
“So naughty.” He stuffed my pussy with his cock.
“Oh!” I clenched my pussy around his cock, needing to feel him even more.
“So good.” Groaning, he grasped one of my breasts and slowed down his pumping. “So fucking good.”
I planted my hands on the table to gain some balance.
But he had all the control. I was at his mercy.