I feel it the moment she truly submits and succumbs to her body’s desires. Her base needs taking over as she comes hard all over my fingers and tongue.
She orgasms so beautifully as she rides the wave of ecstasy. And yet we’ve only just started.
Hunter holds her steady, her body trembling, her knees weak. I kiss the inside of her thigh before I lower her leg and stand to my full height.
Her eyes are glazed over with lust, her breath heavy and ragged.
“Come,” I say, holding out my hand.
She takes it, and I entwine my fingers with hers.
“Let’s get you a drink. You look a little parched.”
She licks her lips, and I can’t help but chuckle.
“I was talking about a glass of champagne, but hold that thought for later.” Because yes, very much yes. I’d love to have her wrap those plump lips around my cock.
Hunter palms her lower back as we lead her over to the cushioned bench seat. He sits and pulls her into his lap. She lets out a gasp but otherwise doesn’t protest.
I bend down, grip the back of her neck and pull her in for a kiss as Hunter slides his hand under her dress.
When I pull back, I smirk. “Do you like that?”
She nods, biting her lower lip as he continues to play with her.
“She’s dripping all over my fingers,” Hunter says on a deep groan.
“Show me,” I say, standing to my full height.
With his free hand, he lifts her dress and catches her wrist, pressing her hand to the fabric to hold it out of the way as he spreads her legs over his thighs. His fingers and her pretty cunt glisten as he slowly pushes in and out of her entrance.
“Look at you, taking his fingers like a good girl.”
Her cheeks glow crimson at my praise.
“She likes that,” he says, his thumb pressing down on her clit. “When you call her a good girl.” Her eyelids flutter closed as she rests her head back against his shoulder, his mouth now peppering her throat with kisses.
I walk over to the ice bucket and pull out the bottle of champagne.
“Keep her on the edge, brother,” I say, keeping my gaze on them as I open the bottle with a loud pop, the cork flying into the air.
Ari’s eyes flash open, her body flinching at the sound, and then she moans loudly, as her reaction causes Hunter’s fingers to sink deeper inside her.
Pouring us each a glass, I walk over and pass them out, Ari’s hand trembling slightly as she takes hers.
“To new beginnings, and us,” I say, holding out my flute towards theirs in a toast.
We all take a sip. Then I lean over Ari, tipping her head back as I take another sip.
I tug on her jaw until her lips part, then I spit mine into her mouth.
A little dribbles down her chin, and I lick up the excess. “We don’t want to waste it,” I say.“As nice as it tastes, I bet it would be even better mixed with your juices.”
I drop to my knees.
“Spread her open for me, brother,” I demand.
He chuckles and does as I ask while I sip some more of my champagne before I spit it onto her exposed pussy.
