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“To toast and not take a drink,” I explain.
She pulls back a little, downs the whole glass, and takes mine from me as well.
“I want all the good luck tonight,” she says, placing my still-full glass on the dresser and moving into me. “Tell me what you want tonight, and I’ll give it to you.”
“I just want the whole night with you. No interruptions,” I say.
She smiles softly and says, “Okay.”
“And I don’t want you to have to ask.” I wrap my arms around her neck. “You can just take; you know my safe word.”
Her hands are around my back.
“Wall Street,” she says.
“I want you to have me any way you want me,” I say.
Then, I lean forward, giving her a chance to pull away if she doesn’t want this. When she doesn’t move, I lean in closer. She leans forward a bit, too. Our lips are millimeters apart, and I can feel her hot breath on my skin. I need more. I close the distance, pulling her fully against me, and deepen the kiss. She gives a soft sound that tells me this is what she wants as well. Her lips taste of champagne, and when her tongue flicks against my own, it does, too. Her hands move to the zipper of my dress, and she pulls it down. Her hands splay across my back as she continues to kiss me. My hands are in her hair and on her neck possessively – she’s mine tonight. Her kiss is demanding and exactly what I want, but I also want more. My hands go to her collar, and I push the jacket off her shoulders. She removes it the rest of the way, and I untuck her white shirt. My hands go under it to her skin, pressing to her tight abdomen, and I need her naked.
“Turn around,” she says, pulling her lips away.
“I–”
“Turn around,” she says again.
I do, and she’s wrapping her arms around me and kissing my shoulders. Her hand slips under the hem of my dress, and it’s just like the first time – she lowers one strap with her free hand, and her hand is inside my bra, massaging my breast; her lips are on my neck, and her other hand is inside my thong, working my clit hard and fast.
“Fuck,” I say, leaning my head back against her.
“I want to,” she says. “Tonight, I want to fuck you.”
“Yes,” I say as she slips a finger inside. “God, yes.”
“What’s in your bag?”
“Toys and clothes,” I say.
“What kind of toys?” she asks, stroking my clit even faster now.
“Oh, fuck,” I say.
She nips at my neck.
“What kind of toys?” she repeats.
“A strap-on and a few different vibrators,” I say. “And nipple clamps.”
“Nipple clamps? You want me to put them on you?”
“I want to put them on you,” I say. “While you fuck me, I want you to wear them. God, I’m going to come.”
“Will you suck on them after to make them feel better?” she asks.
“Hell, yes,” I say.
Then, I press her palm flat against me and hold it there. I rock against her hand as her other one squeezes my nipple.
“I’m coming. Fuck, I’m–”
