Blade prowled after me. “Holy smokes!” he announced in shock.
I squeezed past him and burst out laughing. There was a gold mirror on the ceiling above the bed, which had been replaced with what looked like a giant gilded bird cage with a circular mattress inside. There were lengths of silk ropes inside that were clearly meant for someone way kinkier than I was. Suddenly I was struck with a vision of Blade sprawled on the bed, holding onto the straps, me straddling him.
Yes please.
“I’ll get us a new room,” Blade said.
“Let’s not be so hasty,” I teased. “We should celebrate!”
“Celebrate what?”
“We made it through another wedding milestone without ruining the secret.”
There was a bottle of champagne in a golden bucket on the table outside the cage. I worked the top off as Blade ran a hand through his hair.
“Now we just have the bridal shower, the bachelor and bachelorette parties, and the rehearsal dinner, then we get married, and we both get what we want!”
Pop!The cork finally came off, and champagne shot up and rained down all over me. I shrieked as it dripped down my face, soaking my shirt. I hastily took it off.
“Crap! Does champagne stain?”
Blade was staring at me, lust in his eyes. I looked down. My lacy bra was soaked, and the chilly alcohol had made my nipples hard.
“Weren’t you the one who just the other day,” I said as Blade slowly moved toward me, “was saying that I was going to be begging you for your cock?”
“Oh, I still intend for that to happen,” he said. He rested his hands on my waist then carefully trailed his tongue down the mounds of my breasts. My mind said this was a bad idea, but my body remembered how fucking fantastic it had been to have Blade’s tonguetheredoingthatto me.
It’s barely sex,my mind chattered, trying to rationalize the decision to not push Blade off and instead push him down to where I wanted him to be.He’s eating you out. He’ll keep his clothes on, so it’s basically not sex. It really doesn’t count. It’s one of the bases—second, third maybe?
“Third what?” Blade asked.
“Nothing,” I gasped.
“Right,” he said. “I forgot—you don’t want to do this. My mistake.” He stood up and turned away.
I was hot and bothered, but I refused to let him see. “Don’t act like you don’t want it,” I huffed.
“I know exactly what I want,” he said lightly. “A shower. You got champagne all over me.” He unbuttoned his shirt then slowly removed it, muscles rippling with the motion. It was like a sexy ice pick to the brain. My tongue hung out of my mouth at the sight of that perfect muscular chest. I just wanted to run my hands along it. Blade smirked.
Fine. Two could play that game.
“Well, it’s too bad you’re going to shower,” I said, slowly trailing a hand down the edge of my bra. “I was kind of hoping you’d come lick all of this off of me.”
His nostrils flared, and in one move, he grabbed me, hoisted me up, and threw me on the bed to hover over me. Our bodies were close yet not touching. The mattress dipped on either side of me as Blade shifted his weight to carefully dart his tongue out and trace a pattern on my skin. I shivered then moaned as he sucked on my breast through the lacy bra. He moved his head up to kiss me, and I tasted the champagne on his mouth.
He undid my skirt as he kissed me harder, pushing it off to the floor. Free from the constraints, I spread my legs, moaning as he stroked me through the soaking panties.
“I want you,” I gasped.
“Now who’s begging?”
His fingers pushed under my panties, stroking me, teasing me, then rubbing my clit. He pulled one of my tits out of my bra, sucking it and rolling the nipple with his tongue. I bucked against his hand. I wanted more than his fingers though. I wanted his cock.
“Fuck me,” I gasped.
“I don’t want you to break all your rules,” he said, sounding maddeningly calm.
I raked my nails over his back as his fingers made a twirling motion over my clit, sending me over the edge. I gasped as I came. The orgasm wasn’t enough. My pussy still ached.
