Glow (Glimmer and Glow #2)(74)
“Just what I thought. You’re very warm.” Still cradling a breast with one hand, he picked up his champagne glass.
“Dylan,” she whispered warningly, her eyes going wide as she watched him slowly tip the glass above the breast he held. The liquid reached the lip of the flute and dribbled onto her breast, sliding down the upper curve and dripping off the nipple. She gasped.
“Cold?” he asked, rubbing the champagne into her nipple with his fingertips.
“You know it is,” she said, sounding breathless.
“Yes. I can see that it is,” he said distractedly, studying the proof of her beading nipple. He tilted the glass again. Her sex tightened in anticipation as she watched the golden liquid slip over the rim and splash onto her breast. Again, he ran his fingers over the mounds and nipple, distributing the champagne.
“No, you’re still flushed with heat,” he said, shaking his head.
“Is that a crime?” she asked dazedly, highly distracted by watching his fingers rub her moist skin and nipple.
“No. It’s just an experiment.” She blinked at his seemingly innocent tone.
“An experiment in torture,” she muttered, watching him pinch lightly at her nipple. Her clit gave a twinge of sympathetic arousal at the caress.
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 still,” 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-f*cked 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.