He repeats the process from before, enjoying the red fruit with me, kissing me as we chew it, then pouring more wine on my belly.
“You’re fucking delicious,” he growls before pouring a small splash onto my *, sending my hips bucking into the air from the cold and the sensation of the liquid against my clit. He sets the bottle on the floor and dives in, lapping at my lips, gently tugging them with his teeth and sucking them again. He licks up to my clit and pushes two fingers inside me, finding my sweet spot.
“Oh fucking hell,” I whisper, lost to him and the delicious things he’s doing to me.
“That’s right, love. God, you’re bloody sexy.” I love how his accent thickens when he’s turned on. “Look at how pink your * is. How swollen.”
“My turn,” I whimper. God, I want to drive him as crazy as he’s making me.
“Your turn?”
“Fuck yes, I want to torture you for a while, Sir Baxter.”
He chuckles as he kisses up my body, settles in to suck, nibble, and generally torture my nipples, then kisses up my neck to my mouth.
“I think you’re stuck to me now,” I whisper against his lips. The champagne has turned sticky. He slowly peels himself off me and then flops onto his back and I reach for the strawberries.
I nibble the end off, then trace the fruit over Jacob’s nipples and navel. The juice runs down his sides but I don’t make a move to lick it up. Not yet.
“I like making a mess,” I murmur with a wicked grin.
“So I see,” he replies. “Are you going to clean it up?”
“Eventually.” I grab the champagne and tip it over his torso, drizzling it gently over his nipples and down to his navel. I lean in and lick around his navel, drink the champagne, and then nibble my way up to his nipples, sucking them gently. I reach down, grab his hard cock in my hand and give it two firm pumps, then brush my thumb over the tip and feel a bead of wetness.
“You like this.”
“I fucking love it, darling.” His green eyes are on fire as he stares down at me, watching me devour and explore his body. I move onto my knees at his side and push my ass in the air as my lips travel down the trail of hair to his cock. His hand cups my ass and rubs it softly, then slaps it firmly before caressing it again. “Your ass is brilliant.”
“I’m going to suck your cock, Jacob.”
With a growl, he pushes me back, and before I know it, he’s lifted me in his arms and is stalking through the suite to his master bathroom.
“Hey, I was having fun!”
“I need to get you into the shower, wash you off, and bury my cock inside you, love.”
His words thrill me, but he’s not off the hook. I want to suck his cock, and by God, I will.
He sets me on the counter, braces his hands on either side of my hips, and kisses me like a man starved. I grip his hips and hold on, riding the waves of lust that pour off of him.
Finally, he backs away, gasping, and rests his forehead against mine. “I’m going to turn on the shower. Don’t move.”
“I don’t think I can move.”
He grins wickedly, then turns away to start the water in the large glass-enclosed shower. The tile is green, the same color as his eyes.
When he’s satisfied with the temperature, he lifts me off the counter and carries me to the shower.
“I’m capable of walking. I can’t guarantee that I won’t fall on my ass, but I can walk.”
“I like carrying you,” he whispers, and presses his face to my neck before setting me on my feet. “You’re a tiny thing.”
“It’s a good thing, or it would hurt like a bitch when I fall.” I grin up at him, but sober when I see the intense look on his face. “What’s wrong?”
He shakes his head and reaches for a washcloth and soap. “Nothing at all. You’re just stunning in my shower. The green makes your eyes glow.”
He washes the champagne and strawberries off of my body, paying close attention to my breasts and *, and just when he’s about to wash himself, I shake my head and take the cloth from his hands.
“Oh no. My turn, handsome.”
He watches me quietly as I soap the cloth back up and run it over his chest, down his belly, and finally to his cock.
“Grace,” he warns me, but I sink to my knees and rinse him clean, then circle the tip with my tongue.