“So, what are you saying? You’re not trying to give me none?” he asked, gripping my ass and pressing himself against me. He sank his teeth into my bare shoulder, and I dropped my head back and allowed the pain to take over. But it quickly receded as he licked that place and then pulled his champagne glass to his lips.
He tilted it sideways.
“Chris, don’t get that drink all over my dress and me.”
“Shh. Always trust me. I don’t do shit that I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“So are you saying that you’ve done this with other women before?”
He mugged me and shook his head. “No. I said that I know what I’m doing is all.”
He pinched my nipple, and I arched my back. It only took a moment for him to pour a sip of champagne on my shoulder. He pulled the front of my neckline down. I wore a short, black, sleeveless, sequined cocktail dress.
“What are you doing?” I asked in a low seductive voice as he tilted his champagne glass again.
“Enjoying my champagne in the most tasteful, sexiest way that I can consume it.”
He poured the champagne between my breasts slowly before he pulled the bodice down. I gasped. “Chris, someone might see us,” I hissed.
“Shh. No one will see us as long as you stay close to me. They can’t see us from their side of the balcony.”
“What about over there?” I asked, pointing at the buildings across from us. Other skyscrapers in Downtown Atlanta surrounded us.
“That will make it even more interesting and that much more sexy.”
“Mm.” I moaned as he licked between my cleavage to clear up the champagne he had poured there.
His finger gently rubbed my nipple in tight circles until it was so tender that it hurt. He closed his lips around it, and the cool sensation from the champagne and a balmy night breeze elicited heat and passion inside of me that shot straight to my pussy.
“Chris,” I moaned.
“Yeah, baby?” he asked, sucking my nipple even harder.
“I need you now.”
“Out here? Like this?” he asked, rubbing my other nipple.
“No. Someone might see us,” I disputed.
“That’s the only way I wanna bring the New Year in though.”
“Ohh, Chris.”
He dragged my dress up around my hips and slipped his hands between my thighs. I tried to push them back out, but his strength forced them apart. When his long, index finger slid across my slick heat, I was on the verge of breaking down and giving him everything that he wanted.
“You haven’t had any panties on all night long in this short ass dress?”
“I thought you might like that.”
“But I didn’t know. You never told me.”
“I dropped hints.” I moaned as he bit my nipple and slid a finger inside of me. “Mmm.”
He pulled his finger out and sucked it. “So delicious.” Christian kneeled in front of me and pressed my thighs apart with his hand. I lifted my leg and rested it on his shoulder.
“Mm. Just the way that I want you. Wet and hot.” He pulled his fingers out of me and sucked them into his mouth.
“Chris, when you do stuff like that, you make me want to give you everything you’re asking for.”
