I force my legs to take me over to the tub. Esme climbs in and kneels in the rushing water. The water isreallyflowing. It comes from the side, so that the back and the front are both free for leaning.
I get in the opposite side, keeping the bottle over the edge. It’s so cold that it’s sweating all over the place, droplets landing on the tiled floor surrounding the tub.
Esme makes it hot and deep, then turns off the water.
She tips her head back and opens her mouth. “Pour away.”
“This is fizzy! I can’t dump it in your mouth. You’ll choke.”
“Nah. It’ll just overflow and you can lick it off. Actually…” Her eyes gleam wickedly. “Pour some in and I’ll show you a cool trick.”
That sounds ominous. And sexy.
I tip the bottle and pour the smallest amount into her mouth. She scoots forward, grasps my shoulder, and leans over me. She kisses me. When my lips part, she allows the champagne to trickle in. It’s warm from her mouth. No longer bubbly.
I feel instantly drunk.
My vision shorts out, going blindly white. I kiss her again, sinking my free hand into her hair to hold her close. She explores my mouth, stroking my tongue with her own. I wonder if she can taste herself beneath the champagne. I feel so open to her. Not just physically, though I’m trusting my body to her. I hope she feels this safe with me. I hope she doesn’t just feel this white hot need, but below it, there’s a deep river of intimacy.
She pulls back, grinning at me, and then she tips the bottle and dumps champagne all over my chest. She’s quick to lap it up, her tongue laving along my collar bones, licking the fizzing, sticky droplets. She licks all the way up my neck, along my jawline, and back over to my lips. When she claims them this time, the kiss sparkles just as bright and bubbly as the champagne.
“Is this okay? It’s not too fast?” I ask between her lips devouring mine. I’m really late in asking that. It doesn’t feel like it, but I want to check in.
“It’s not too fast.” Her tongue hits the back of my mouth, then runs along my teeth until it finds mine and strokes that too. “It’s just right.”
“You have to be hungry?” I tip the bottle into her mouth when she’s done kissing me. She swallows a long pull. The bath ishot. She’shot. Literally. She’s sweating because the water is boiling us both.
“I will be later.” She wipes her mouth and then licks the back of her hand.
My cock kicks under the water.
“You should have some fruit.”
“Okay. And you can feed me your cock.”
“Oh my god.”
“Maybe your balls too. I didn’t give them enough attention last time. I wanted to fix that.”
“If you put your mouth on me, I swear to god I’m gonna come in five seconds.”
“Okay.” She pours champagne into her palm, cups it, and brings it to my mouth. I lap from her hand, my tongue dragging over every one of her fingers, sucking them into my mouth when I’m done. “Well…” She’s flushed and breathing heavily. “What do you want to do?”
“This. With you.”
“I’m dying. I made it too hot.”
“I’m also dying.”
We look at each other and burst into laughter. Errant rose petals slap at our limbs as the water gets choppy from all the giggling.
“Life is so crazy,” she sighs, then immediately rips her eyes to my face like she regrets saying it and wants to apologize.
I don’t need an apology. She’s here with me. We’re together. This iswonderful. “Everyone says it works in mysterious ways.”
“Life?”
“Maybe that’s not how it goes.” I lean over the side of the tub and set the bottle down on the tile. “Come here. I want you to ride me.”
