Page 84 of Gone With the Wine

Her laugher bursts free, and I fucking love that sound.

“You have wine on your chest.”

She glances down. “So I do.”

I set my plate on the nightstand and lean over to her. “This is a fantasy come true.” And, surrounded by grape carnage, I drag my tongue between her breasts, licking up red wine. “Licking wine off your naked body.”

“I-it is?” She tosses her plate onto the nightstand.

“Of course. You make wine.” I lick again, lower, then around her navel where wine has pooled. “What could be better?”

“You fantasize about me?”

I groan, licking back up to one nipple. “Oh fuck, yeah.” I slide my tongue over to the other one. They taste amazing even without the wine. “Every goddamn night. I fantasize about you wearing a purple silk slip.”

“Ohhhhh.”

As I suck her nipple into my mouth, she gives a full-body shiver.

I draw back to inspect my clean up. Her round breasts are wet, shining in the light, her tight nipples the color of merlot. My dick is hardening into a thick spike. “Beautiful.”

She gazes at me with melting eyes.

“We should clean this up,” I say reluctantly.

“Yes.” She lets out a hearty sigh.

I move away and she slides out of bed. I enjoy this view as she helps me pull the duvet cover off the bed. The white top sheet is stained with spots of purple, but the fitted sheet is unscathed.

“I have another quilt.” I go out to the hall and retrieve it from the closet along with a clean sheet.

We make the bed together, both of us eying the other. I’m wearing shorts, but my hard on is evident beneath the gray cotton and when her eyes drift there and she smiles, I get even harder.

“I love gray sweatpants on men,” she remarks. “Or shorts.”

“Yeah?”

“Mmmm.”

Sweatpants and shorts were a staple of my wardrobe when I was playing. Maybe I should wear them all the time. “I like what you’re wearing, too.”

“I’m not wearing anything!”

“Exactly.”

We each pick up a corner of the clean quilt and lay it over the bed. Moose jumps up into the middle of it.

“Maybe dinner in bed wasn’t such a good idea.” I purse my lips regretfully.

“It was agreatidea.” She leans over and rubs Moose’s head. “Just not with this little stinker here.”

“Here.” I turn and grab a T-shirt out of my dresser. I hand it to her. “You can wear this.”

“Thanks.” She takes it and slides it on over her head. It’s huge on her, of course, but her tits push the fabric out, showing off her hard nipples, and the hem ends mid-thigh. I swallow.

“Let’s go sit in the kitchen.”

Bianca picks up the wine bottle. “Oh hey! It didn’t all spill. Lucky, because we broke the rule.”

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