Page 54 of Champagne & Handcuffs
He was the first man to pinch my nipple during sex, and since then, I knew it was something I liked. I’d never told a man that I wanted him to pinch me when I came, but in just one night, Seth knew that I liked it. Loved it even because it felt as though a wave of pure bliss exploded in my entire body. Just as my pussy clenched his fingers, his other ones twisted around my nipple causing me to bow inward. I couldn’t keep myself up even if I had tried. The pleasure was so intense that I cried out as I rode the wave. No one around us looked, but it might have been because Seth was spinning me around and swallowing my cries of ecstasy. We kissed until my body stopped pulsing.
“We need to go. Now.”
I didn’t argue.
Even though theCosmopolitan hotel was kitty-corner from Bally’s, we decided to take a taxi back to the hotel room. I was aching for him, and the fifteen minutes it took for the driver to drive across the street felt like fifteen hours. Fifteen painful hours. It also didn’t help that the entire time, Seth’s hands were all over me, his mouth on my neck, his tongue causing goosebumps to rise on my skin. The cab pulled into the driveway of Bally’s,and my anticipation was at an all-time high because it was only a few more minutes ...
“Hey, man. Can you stop right here?”
I looked to Seth, questioning what the hell was going on. We’d practically stopped on the strip with all the millions of other people. One thousand or so feet from where I wanted to be dropped off. I wanted it to be him and me.
You and Me.
“We need to get something,” he stated and handed the driver the fare. Seth opened the door, and we were sliding out of the car. He took the steps in front of us, and that was when I’d realized we were at a drug store.
“What do we need from CVS?” It wasn’t condoms. At least I didn’t see the point since we’d been having sex without them.
“Water.”
We went through the sliding glass doors hand in hand. “Water?”
“Once we’re in that room, baby, we aren’t leaving until it’s time for you to head to the airport.”
“Oh,” I breathed. His plan was my plan too.
“We can order room service for breakfast, but for what I have planned, we’re gonna be parched.” Seth winked.
Yes, we were definitely making up for lost time.
Seth grabbed a case of bottled water, and I thought we were ready to pay. However, he tugged me to the next aisle and grabbed a bottle of champagne. “We have more celebrating to do.” He shrugged.
I laughed, not arguing with him. We’d beencelebratingfor close to twenty-four hours, and champagne seemed appropriate.
After we paid, Seth grabbed my hand again. He carried the case of water on his shoulder, and I had the bottle of champagne in a white plastic bag. We walked out the door, through all the restaurants and shops in front of Bally’s,and then up the escalators that led to a walkway into the hotel.
I stopped walking, tugging on his hand. “We forgot cups.”
“Who needs glasses when I have your body?” he asked with a grin.
I swallowed hard.
He led me into the hotel, and we made our way to our room. The painful minutes had turned into at least forty-five, and now I was feeling as though I was going to combust and turn into flames the moment Seth’s hands were on me.
Seth opened the door, and before it was even closed the case of water fell to the floor, the plastic bag I was holding slipped from my fingers and onto the floor causing the glass champagne bottle to clink on the ground. Our bodies fused together, my back hitting the door. We only had a few more hours before I had to leave, and apparently, we weren’t wasting any time. We tore my dress over my head and then, as we walked into the room, me going backward, we unbuttoned Seth’s black button-down shirt, both of us working the buttons. My knees hit the side of the bed, and I fell backward. Seth shrugged off his shirt, and crawled up my body, locking our mouths again.
“You want some champagne before I fuck you?” he asked against my lips.
I smiled, envisioning me chugging from the bottle, and then we’d get down to business. “Sure.”
Seth kissed my lips with soft kisses before leaving me sprawled on the bed. He returned a moment later with the bottle. After he popped the cork, he handed me the bottle, and I took a sip. I knew that there were glasses next to the sink because every hotel had them, but I’d seen a TV special once …
Let’s just say you shouldn’t drink from them.
I handed him back the bottle after I drank some of the tart goodness. He smirked and said, “Lie back so I can drink mine.”
I laughed but didn’t hesitate. If Seth wanted to drink from my skin, I didn’t care. He pulled my panties down my legs then discarded the rest of his clothes. The first splash was like ice hitting my bare stomach, and I hissed as he continued to pour the bubbly liquid. I waited with bated breath as I watched his face lower. His tongue mixed with the sparkling wine on my skin, sending shivers up my spine.
“Yep, I was right.” Seth gazed up at me. “Champagne tastes better on you than in a flute.” He lowered his head again, licking the rest of the tart goodness from me. And then he added more and did it all over again.
