Page 19 of Sawyer

I just give her clit one last stroke of my fingertip and say, “Arms up,” and then I’m pulling off Ava’s shirt, tossing it onto the nearby couch. I make a mental note to soak it in the sink later. That fucking stain is gonna bug me until I get it out.

Grabbing the open bottle of champagne, I spin Ava back around to face me with my other hand. “Now open your mouth.”

Her eyes flick from the bottle down to my dick and back up again. “What are you gonna put in it, cowboy?”

“Oh, you best believe you’ll be tasting this, too.” I take her hand and crudely press it to my cock. “But first, we got a bottle to finish. Open that fucking mouth, Ava.”

Running her tongue along her bottom lip, she looks me square in the eye and does as I told her.

“Good girl.” I tip the bottle and pour a little champagne into her mouth. I watch her throat work as she swallows.

She’s good at sucking dick. I justknow. She’s gonna swallow me just like this, eyes on fire, smile on her lips.

I’m literally growling as I bring the bottle to my own mouth and take a long pull. I never drink champagne—hell, I hardly drink at all anymore—but I like this shit. It’s cold, crisp. Gives me just enough liquid courage to start backing Ava toward the bedroom.

But then she surprises me by grabbing the bottle out of my hand. Keeping her eyes locked on mine, she grins and pours it over her chest, gasping when the golden liquid hits her skin. It drips down her breasts, gathering in little beads around her nipples.

Can’t help it. I smile. Thiswoman. I love how playful she is. How bold.

“Apparently you’re good at cleaning up messes.” She holds out her arms. “Bet you wanna clean me up, too, don’t you?”

Shaking my head, I bend my neck. Suck one nipple into my mouth, using my tongue to lap up the champagne. “Yes ma’am.” Licking her breast clean, I move to the other. “I do.”

Looking up, I watch her throw her head back and laugh.

“Delicious,” I murmur, nicking her nipple with my teeth. I notice goose bumps are breaking out on her arms and belly. “Lemme warm you up, pretty girl. To bed. Now.”

She takes another sip from the bottle as I straighten. Then she loops an arm around my neck. “Who made you boss?”

“You like it.” It comes out less a question, more a statement.

She pulls me in for a messy kiss, the champagne mingling between our mouths. I can feel her smile against my lips.

“Yes sir, I do.”

I kiss her back, licking into her mouth. If laughter had a taste, this would be it.

Then there’s the flawless delivery of her clever line.

The feel of her bare tits pressed to my chest.

The thrill of having the whole suite—the whole night—to ourselves.

If there’s a heaven, this. Is.It.

Her playfulness must rub off on me, because next thing I know I’m bending down. I’m scooping her into my arms, delighted at the happy yell she lets out, and I suck on her neck while I walk the five steps to the bedroom.

My mind races.What do I do first? Eat her pussy? Use my fingers to make her come? Edge her, then make her shatter on my dick? Put my dick in her mouth? She seemed to be into that idea.

And then I remember we really do have all night. No need to rush. The relief I feel at being able to take my time for once is real. Back home, I’m always running from one task or appointment or crisis to another.

Here, I can go slow.

I set her down on the bed carefully so she doesn’t spill the champagne. I don’t know what I wanna do first. All I know is, I gotta get her naked.

She’s sitting up. Sipping the champagne. Smiling at me as she licks her lips. The skin on her neck and tits is already red from my mouth and stubble.

Now that I can really see her body, I know she’s an athlete. Her arms are toned. So’s her belly. Her thighs fill out her jeans just right.

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