"Mmm." She reached for me, pulling me down for a kiss. "But now it's your turn."
"My turn?"
"You're still dressed," she pointed out, her hands already working my shirt buttons. "That doesn't seem fair."
I helped her strip off my clothes, and when I was finally naked, she pushed me back onto the couch and straddled me.
"My turn to play," she said with a wicked smile, reaching for the wine bottle.
Palisade
He'd done something I'd never experienced, and it had been transcendent. The cold wine inside me, his hot mouth cleaning it out, the combination of sensations that had short-circuited my brain completely.
Now it was my turn.
I straddled him, the wine bottle in my hand, watching his cock stand thick and hard between us. I tilted the bottle carefully, letting wine drip onto his chest.
He hissed at the sensation, his abs flexing. I leaned down and licked it off his skin, following the trail of wine down his stomach. When I reached the base of his cock, I paused.
"Can I?" I asked, my hand wrapping around his length.
"Fuck yes," he groaned. "Anything you want."
I dripped wine along his shaft, watching it run down the length of him. Then I licked it off slowly, from base to tip, my tongue swirling around the head.
"Sadie," he groaned, his hands fisting in my hair. "That's— fuck, that feels incredible."
I took him into my mouth properly, tasting wine and salt and him. His hips bucked involuntarily, and I had to brace my hands on his thighs to keep control.
"I need to be inside you," he said after a moment, his voice strained. "Now, Sadie. I need you now."
I released him and positioned myself over his cock. We both groaned as I sank down onto him, taking him inch by inch until he was fully buried inside me.
"Perfect," he said, his hands gripping my hips. "You feel perfect."
I moved, finding a rhythm that had us both gasping. His hands guided my movements, lifting and pulling me down with that athletic strength that made me feel both powerful and possessed.
"That's it," he encouraged. "Take what you need. Use me."
I did, riding him harder, chasing another orgasm that was building embarrassingly fast. The angle hit perfectly, and combined with how sensitive I already was from the wine play, I was climbing rapidly.
"I'm close," I gasped.
"Not yet." His hand moved between us, thumb finding my clit. "Together. I want us to come together."
He rubbed tight circles while I moved on him, and within moments, we were both right on the edge.
"Now," he commanded. "Come with me, Sadie."
I came apart with a cry, my body clenching around him as pleasure exploded through me. He followed immediately, his cock pulsing inside me as he came, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to leave marks.
We collapsed together on the couch, both breathing hard, our bodies sticky with sweat and wine.
"We're a mess," I observed, laughing breathlessly.
"Best kind of mess," he agreed, kissing my shoulder. "Shower?"
"Yes, please."
