Page 30 of Merging Wright

After setting the champagne back on the table, I skim both hands around her body and slip them inside her dress to cup her breasts. The tight swells fill my hands. Her nipples are sharp and erect.

“Jane, do you have any idea what you do to me?” I’m so hard my head spins. “I need you out of this dress.”

Her head shakes as I release her breasts. I massage up her spine and hook my fingers into the delicate straps near her throat. The material easily cascades down her arms.

With her back still to me, I reach for her breasts, now bare and exposed to the coolness of the room, and cup the lush mounds. The perfect swells fit my palms. I tug Jane upward, so she stands against my front, and I glance over her shoulder.

Soft-pink-colored nipples confirmed.

“God, you’re stunning.” I exhale against her cheek, fixated on the place where thin straps held her dress over her shoulder near her neck. I nip her there again.

Jane moans, throaty and deep.

Keeping her upright by palming her breasts, I knead them, massage their perfection, and tweak those pert nipples.

“Tell me you want me inside you.” My voice strains at her ear.

“I want you inside me.” Her tone is a whispered plea as she tips her head back, resting it on my shoulder.

I pepper her with kisses, breathing in her summer rain scent.

Her arm reaches back and loops around my head, and then she twists, facing me and crashing her mouth over mine.

The second our mouths meet, it’s our first kiss and that car ride all over again. Her hips rock forward. Mine respond. I need to be closer to her.

Ripping my mouth away from hers, I glance at her breasts. “Beautiful.” Then, I take one in my mouth, sucking hard, tugging at the roundness, biting the aroused nub. Jane squeaks as I nip her, and I move to the other breast.

Dipping my hand under the skirt panel, I cup between her thighs where I find the silky pants wet and warm at her pussy. I release her breast and stand. “You’re soaked.”

“For you.” Her eyes are hooded, but she isn’t drunk on champagne. She’s high on my touch.

I plan to take her to a new level.

Jane unzips the skirt’s hidden zipper. As the bottom of her dress lowers to the floor, the unveiling reveals the thinnest strip of fabric serving as her panties.

“Jane,” I choke. The material is drenched and slipping between her lower lips. “Take that off as well. Leave the shoes on.”

Strappy sandals delicately wrap once over her toes and again at her ankle. With her in nothing other than those glittering shoes, I drop to my knees and spread her legs, forcing her to balance against the table behind her. I want to drink from her and use the flat of my tongue to swipe her folds.

With the first lick, Jane cries out. One of her hands reaches for my head, threading her fingers through my hair. She rocks forward as I suck at her clit before sinking my tongue into her. Jane is a crisp fall blend, rich and robust, and I never want to stop sipping her.

“Mach,” she whimpers, rocking faster. She mentioned dancing earlier, and I want her to move over me, but first, I want her to explode on my tongue. I add fingers to this slow, sensuous tango, slipping into her warm, wet heat. Fuck. She’s a mess of arousal and I need more of her.

I pull away.

“No.” Jane grips my hair. Her lids are lowered. Her mouth agape. “Mach, I need this.”

“Don’t worry, Mrs. Wright. I’m going to take care of you.” I lead her to the bed, guide her to sit and reach for my glass of champagne again.

Jane’s legs spread on their own. “Mach,” she croons. A deep ache fills her voice.

While tipping her back on the bed, I fill my mouth with champagne. Then I lower between her thighs and release the sparkling liquid.

“Mach,” she screams as wetness seeps over her, dripping between her thighs.

Eagerly, I lick and lap at her, placing two fingers inside her heat and loving the mess. She’s sticky and sweet, and quenching a thirst I didn’t know existed inside me.

Her feet lift to the edge of the bed, heels digging in. My name comes on a hallowed cry once more before her body submits.