He smiled, clearly not planning on defending himself. Instead, he reached for the ice bucket and placed it on the table next to him.
“No,” she whispered when he dipped his hand into the silver bucket that was beaded with moisture.
“I like my champagne very cold,” he said. He held her stare and placed a small cube of ice against her nipple. Alice knew what was coming, but she couldn’t prevent herself from jumping slightly. Her mouth trembled as he rubbed the hard, cold cube against her, manipulating her flesh. She shivered in a mixture of discomfort and sharp pleasure. “Look how stiff it’s getting,” he said, eyeing her nipple. He reached with his free hand and grabbed some more ice. Alice whimpered in anxious anticipation as he lifted both hands. He began to rub the ice on both her nipples at once.
“Stop,” she whispered without any heat. Her entire body was drawn tight with tension. Her nipples ached with cold and sharp arousal. She’d never seen them so tight and erect.
“Just a moment more,” Dylan replied, his thick, distracted tone telling her loud and clear how aroused he was by his task. The cubes melted beneath his rubbing fingers until they were nothing more than cool rivulets of water running down her breasts and ribs.
“Please,” she whispered, even though she wasn’t precisely sure for what she begged.
His gaze flickered up to her face. He lowered his moist fingers and reached for the bottle of champagne.
“You’re right. I’m very thirsty.”
Alice whimpered as he lifted the bottle.
“Stay stil
l,” he directed, perhaps sensing the tension coiling in her body.
She couldn’t still her jump as he poured the icy liquid over both her breasts. He set aside the bottle as Alice stood there, trembling with desire, champagne dripping off her nipples and streaming down her ribs. He regarded her sheened breasts grimly, a snarl slanting his mouth. Then he was pulling her to him, his hot mouth enfolding a tight, aching nipple, his tongue laving off the moisture. Her shaky moan of disbelief and arousal twined with his rough groan of satisfaction.
He cupped her other breast, rubbing the damp nipple, while he sucked her tautly. It was unbearable. Her nipple popped free from his pursing lips, and he ran his tongue over the globes of first one breast, then the other, gathering the drops of champagne. Then he tongued her ribs and belly. Alice quaked, her thighs tightening to stifle the stabbing arousal at her sex. She moaned in rising misery. He must have heard her.
He lowered a hand between her thighs and rubbed her creamy clit firmly. Her mouth sagged open at the sharp pleasure. He returned to her breasts, sipping and licking. When he drew a tight crest into his warm mouth and sucked firmly, Alice cried out and began to come against his hand. He never paused in his actions as she shuddered in climax. The only indication that he knew she was coming was the low, rough growl that vibrated in his throat. He continued to stroke and quench his thirst on her, working every last tremor out of her.
Or so Alice had thought. Until he cradled her hips in his hands and lowered his head, sliding his tongue in the cleft of her labia. She cried out as tension leapt back into her muscles, and his firm tongue demanded another shudder of pleasure from her.
Suddenly, he was standing and pulling her tightly against him, his hands running over her hips, back, and ass, kissing her harshly with lips and tongue that tasted of champagne and her—Alice. Her body felt flushed and tingling, satiated but still ringing with desire. His strength and hardness stilled her dizziness. She craned for him, pressing her belly against his thick cock, straining against him, and squeezing the tight, hard muscles of his ass in her hands.
He tore his mouth from hers roughly a moment later, his ragged breath hitting her face. He pressed his fingertips to her upturned lips and slid them into her mouth. Alice closed around him, sucking him deeper. For several seconds, he watched with a feral focus as he finger-fucked her mouth. He slipped them from between her lips and leaned down to kiss her swollen lips.
“On your knees,” he whispered against her mouth. Her heart jumped at his words and the fierce gleam in his eyes.
He grasped her hands, kicking his discarded trousers between them. He guided her down until her knees rested against the cushion of the fabric. Immediately, he cupped his heavy erection from below and guided the flushed cockhead between her lips. She looked up at him as he pulsed his hips. He grasped her head.
“That’s right. Look at me while I fuck your hot little mouth,” he rasped, his face tight with lust. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you look right now?”
She suspected he saw her total surrender in that moment. Alice allowed him to see it. It gave her strength, somehow, to abandon herself to his pleasure.
She raised her hand and fisted him, stroking him as she sucked him deeper. He was hard and flagrant, filling her mouth, stretching her aching lips. With one hand on his hip, she urged him to thrust faster even as she ducked her head at the same pace. He was demanding of her, but she was just as demanding of him. He held her head in place and thrust deep. She overrode her body’s response to reject him, her hunger trumping instinct. His face tightened and he shuddered in pleasure.
“That’s right,” he grated out. “You’re so sweet; you’re going to let me use you for a moment, aren’t you. Ah God, that’s good.” He thrust faster, but Alice kept pace with him, loving his low, rough grunts of pleasure. She felt his excitement mounting as if it were her own.
She felt him spasm against her tongue.
He withdrew partially as he began to climax, thrusting shallowly and ejaculating on her tongue. He groaned harshly, gripping her hair between his fingers. Her eyes sprang wide as all his coiled, incendiary power was unleashed. She struggled to keep up with him, sucking and swallowing, feeling his cock twitch and throb as he thrust, while more and more of his semen spread on her tongue.
Finally, his ejaculations waned. His still rigid, streaming cock popped out from between her pursed lips. She craved more of his taste once he was gone, pushing the tip of her tongue into his slit. She looked up at him, laving the swollen, glistening cockhead. He stared down at her, still grasping her head, his nostrils flaring slightly, his dark gypsy eyes smoldering as she lapped up every trace of him she could find.
She kissed the tip of his cock, pausing to glide her mouth against the wet skin. A grim smile pulled at his lips.
“You never give half-measure,” he said, his eyelids narrowed as he studied her. “I love you for that, among other things.”
“For giving good head?”
His mouth twitched. “For giving yourself so completely. Come here,” he said, suddenly sounding stern. He bent to put his hands on her shoulders, urging her to stand.