"More everything. Touch me. Please."
I set the bottle aside carefully, then slid two fingers through her folds. She was soaked, but not from the wine.
"So wet," I murmured appreciatively. "Is this from the ice? The wine? Or from me?"
"You," she gasped. "All you."
I slid my fingers inside her, and she clenched around them immediately. But I had another idea.
"I want to try something," I said, withdrawing my fingers. "Do you trust me?"
"Yes."
I picked up the wine bottle again, tilting it carefully. This time, I let a thin stream of wine drip directly onto her clit. She shrieked at the sensation, her hips bucking.
"Cold," she gasped.
"I know." I leaned down and licked it off her, my tongue flat against her clit. The combination of cold wine and a warm mouth made her cry out.
Then, I did something I'd been fantasizing about since I'd thought of this plan. I tilted the bottle more carefully, positioning it at her entrance.
"Breathe," I instructed, and drizzled a thin stream of wine inside her.
Her entire body went rigid, her back arching off the couch. "Easton! Oh my God, that's…"
"Too much?" I asked, ready to stop.
"No," she gasped. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."
I poured a bit more, watching her body's reaction. The way she clenched, the way her thighs trembled. Then I set the bottle aside and lowered my mouth to her.
The taste was incredibly intoxicating. The sweet wine mixed with her arousal became my favorite thing in the world. I licked into her, drinking the wine from inside her body, my tongue exploring every fold and curve.
"Fuck, Easton," she moaned, her hands flying to my hair, holding me against her. "That's… I'm—"
I focused on her clit, sucking it into my mouth while my fingers slid back inside her. She was so close I could feel her tightening around my fingers, her thighs trembling on either side of my head.
"Come for me," I commanded against her pussy. "Let me taste you when you come."
She shattered with a cry, her body convulsing as an orgasm crashed through her. I felt her pulsing around my fingers, felt the gush of wetness, and I licked her through it, drawing out every tremor.
When she finally went limp, I pressed one last kiss to her inner thigh, then moved up her body to gather her against me.
"That was…" she started, then couldn't finish.
"Good?" I asked, unable to keep the satisfied smirk off my face.
"Incredible," she said. "Where did you even get that idea?"
"I've had months to think about all the ways I want to make you come apart," I admitted. "Tonight seemed like the right time to try some of them."
She laughed, the sound breathless and happy. "What else have you been thinking about?"
"So many things." I kissed her forehead. "But first, let me clean you up."
I grabbed a towel from the kitchen, gently wiping the wine from her skin. She watched me with soft eyes, her body loose and sated.
"Better?" I asked when I was done.
