“A new whiskey,” I take the unlabeled, unnamed liquor and pour a small amount into a glass, holding it up for her to try.
Her nose crinkles, looking at me suspiciously, "Are you trying to get me drunk?"
"Are you such a lightweight that half an ounce of liquor will do it?"
With a small giggle, she takes a tentative sip. As her throat works to swallow, she hums, "I'm not usually a dark liquor girl, but that's not terrible."
"Not terrible is a step up from hating it, I guess," I grin, moving onto the peachy thing Skyler thinks will be the winner this year. Reusing her glass, I pour the mead into it and hold it out again, silently noting that she's relaxed her legs to the point that I can slot between them with one knee. A temptation I'm hopeless to resist, spreading her until I’m standing close enough to feel her inner thighs brush my jeans as I hand her the golden honey wine.
When her eyes meet mine over the glass, I'm hit with deja vu again, my fractured mind banging against some barrier I can't see, trying to connect the memory I'm making now with one I had before. A pulse of a headache starts behind my eyes, but instead of reaching for the lost memory, I blink it away, knowing I'd rather have this one.
Because in this one, my hands are just to the outside of her hips, my thumbs grazing the soft skin hidden beneath her tights, right where her cute little skirt ends. And she's looking at me with wide eyes that scream of false demureness, begging me without words to take what we both want. If she wants to play the part of prey, I'll be the wildest fucking predator animal she's ever seen.
With her next swallow, she sighs, nodding before placing the glass on her lap.
"Good?" I can't take my eyes off her lips as she licks the remnants of the sweet wine off them.
She nods, but I can only tell because her gorgeous mouth moves up and down with the motion.
"Cormac?” Her lips curve around the sound of my name, her voice drifting to me on breathy, heavy air.
Before I can even think it through, I close the distance, and my mouth lands on hers, demanding and all-consuming.
The first time I kissed her was wild and hot, like I was trying to steal a few seconds before her common sense caught up with her.
Butthis— fucking hell, this is like a drug injected into my system, the soft press of her lips on mine drowning me.
My mouth lazily eases hers open, slow and intoxicating, the taste of her and the alcohol devastating as my tongue teases her lower lip.
Her answering whimper makes my fucking head spin, taking more and more as she languidly falls into the kiss, her warm mouth parting wholly for mine. My tongue slides against hers, gliding together in a slow dance.
I want to kiss her all over, trace every inch of her body with my tongue, see how many more cute little whimpers and whines I can pull from her throat with it.
Dragging her lower lip between my teeth, I can't stop the groan that escapes me, tasting and teasing her mouth with mine, exploring every inch, pulling soft sighs from her over and over.
Another noise of frustration has me unraveling, diving into the sloppy, sordid kiss, tilting my head to get further, closer, to consume her entirely while she tries not to melt against me, fighting against all her wicked desires even while her thighs fall apart, welcoming me in.
Without separating our mouths, I move the glass from her hand, placing it beside us so I can pull her closer, easing her to the edge of the table and bringing the heat between her thighs right where I need her, making her skirt ride up and expose more delicious skin.
The moment my hard cock meets her body, she releases a moan, and the sensations of her against me while I drink down her sounds make me feel like a feral beast only barely under my own control.
My hands find her hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh and pinning her in place to grind myself between her legs, making her moan again.
Her knees fall further open, beckoning me in, and her backarches, leaning back while I fucking plunder her mouth, my body covering hers completely.
Her tits against my chest and her hot, needy pussy scream my name, and I can't help but respond, aching to give her everything she won't ask for.
One of my hands travels up from her thighs, over her breasts, grazing one hard nipple with my thumb on the way to her collarbone, pressing her away from me until she's flat on the table.
While I might be mourning the end of her lips on mine, now I can loom over her and watch her unravel.
Her shiny lips and red cheeks, her hazy, clouded with lust eyes, and her heaving chest as she catches her breath—fuck, every inch of her drives me crazy.
Keeping her right where I want her, I drive my hips again, groaning into the bliss of feeling her cunt against me, even through the layers of clothes.
Her brows furrow and her mouth falls open in a filthy, breathy moan, so I do it again, watching her gorgeous face morph into a picture of delirious pleasure, rubbing her pussy against me and chasing the warm pressure of my cock on her clit.
She pants my name, the needy sound making me hold back a shiver.
