Two-Step Temptation by Emma Jay

her ass, angling her hips before picking up the bottle again and drizzling champagne on her pussy.
    The combined sensation of cold and bubbling was exquisite. Her clit hardened, her channel grew wetter. Never taking his gaze from her, he covered her with his mouth.
    His tongue circled her entrance before slicking up to lap the wetness from her folds and tease the base of her clit. He lifted his head and poured more champagne over her, watching it drip along the length of her slit before he lowered his head again, repeating his caress, this time dipping his tongue inside her vagina. His breath was hot against her pussy, his upper lip firm against her clit, and the irregular rhythm of his tongue inside her—
    She came in pulses, lifting her hips against his mouth, threading her fingers through his hair, her thighs trembling, her body quaking with the intensity of the sensation.
    With a graceful shift, he broke away and rose over her to cover her mouth the same way he’d covered her cunt. She lapped at his lips, savoring the taste of herself and the champagne that filled his mouth. He pressed a foil wrapper into her palm.
    “Put it on me,” he said against her lips. “God, soon.”
    With shaking fingers, she opened the packet, then caressed the length of him before rolling the condom onto his cock and snugging it against the base of his shaft.
    “Fuck me,” she pleaded, tilting her hips up.
    The words had barely faded in the room before he thrust into her, long and hard, her channel clasping around him, clinging to him when he withdrew to push forward again. He stayed deep for a moment, his mouth seeking hers in a searching kiss before he pulled out, his rhythm becoming more and more determined, his cock stroking along nerve endings already heightened. She ran her hands over his back, to his ass and thighs, back up again, bringing her hips up to invite him deeper, harder. Yes, there. God.
    “Eric!”
    The orgasm washed over her, the waves of it pulling her under, tossing her emotions about. She arched her neck for his mouth as his fingers dug into her ass. Obliging, he ran his mouth up and down the line of her throat, adding another layer to her pleasure. He stilled, burying himself in her quivering body. His fingers threaded through her hair and he angled her head up so she could meet his gaze. His breath caught when she did, as the throbbing of his orgasm pulsed deep inside her. He thrust two more times, three, then lowered his forehead to hers. Her own heart stilled at the familiar intimacy, deeper than the lovemaking, at the mingling of their breath, their sweat, but she didn’t have the will to break the contact. Finally he withdrew to lie beside her on the bed.
    “That didn’t last nearly as long as I’d hoped,” he said at last.
    “No?” She turned toward him and trailed her fingers over his chest, pressing a kiss over his thudding heart, savoring the scent, the taste of him. “Well, we have all night.” And that was all they would have. She ignored the twinge of regret and nestled her head under his chin. Why was he making her want so much more?
    Even if he stayed, would she be able to allow herself to have it? Or would she always be waiting for him to walk away?

    Haven woke cradled in Eric’s arms. His room was dark. She lifted her head, careful not to wake him, to look at the clock. Six twenty a.m. Plenty of time to retreat to her room before she was seen.
    They’d moved to his room a few hours ago because her bed was damp and sticky from the champagne. And though she hated to admit it, lying in bed with him, snuggled against his side, was cozy. She couldn’t remember ever being so relaxed with a man.
    So it was going to be hard as hell slipping out and returning to her room. She considered giving it a bit more time, but feared she’d doze off again and run into Jill in the hallway as she was leaving.
    “Where you going?” he asked groggily when she slipped from beneath his arm.
    “My room.