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His gaze burned into me as his fingers moved faster, his thumb pressing harder. Ohhhh, it was insane, and I could feel myself rushing towards orgasm.
“Are you close?”
“God, yes.”
“Don’t come.”
What the actual fuck? “Grayson, please.”
“Not yet.”
Fuck, I was panting and moaning, and so fucking desperate. “Please.”
He didn’t relent, his thumb circling, his fingers fucking me, his eyes locked on mine.
“Grayson.” It was a pathetic whimper, a desperate plea.
“Wait.”
“Ohhhh.”
Finally, finally, his arm loosened, and I could grind against his hand, and fuck, it was crazy.
Pleasure was radiating from my core, and I didn’t know how I could possibly hold back. I made some sort of inarticulate sound at the back of my throat, far beyond the ability to form actual words.
“Come.”
Ohhh, thank fuck. With my fingers digging into Grayson’s shoulders, I was flying, shuddering and moaning, over the edge while his fingers still worked me. I was a trembling mess whenhe eased his hand away and I slumped against him. “Oh, my God.”
He chuckled, his hand sliding up and down my back.
I didn’t move for a moment, savoring the aftershocks, then pulled back enough to kiss him. “That was fucking incredible.”
“Good.”
I reached for his champagne, took a long swallow, then dipped my fingers into the glass. Grayson’s eyes followed the movement and, with a wicked grin, I touched them to his lips. His tongue darted out, licking the bubbles from them, then he sucked them into his mouth. Pulling back, he ran his finger up and down the strap of the suspender, then hooked his finger under it, his knuckle grazing my nipple as he eased it off my shoulder. I shivered and there was that wolfish smile again.
Grayson slid his hand up my back, his fingers curling into the fabric. “Raise your arms.” I did, and a moment later, he was easing the shirt over my head and tossing it aside.
My nipples hardened in the cool air and he smiled. “So fucking beautiful.” He trailed his fingertip up the center of my chest, then circled my left nipple through my black lace bra, making it pucker. He seemed mesmerized by the sight and I kept perfectly still, loving watching him, watching me.
Finally, he unhooked my bra and peeled it off, cupping my breast, his thumb and forefinger pinching my nipple, making me gasp. “You like that.”
“Yes.”
“Now...” Grayson leaned forward, his champagne flute in his hand. With a wicked smile, he tipped it, letting the cool liquid pour over my breasts, making me gasp.
“Holy fuck.”
His smile grew as he tipped the flute a little more, the bubbles tickling me and making me bite my lip. With his eyes on mine, he emptied the glass over me and set it aside. Then he leaned forward, his hands cupping my breasts, his thumbs teasing my nipples. Dipping his head, his tongue darted out, lapping at the champagne, making me moan.
“God, Grayson.”
His tongue swirled over my right nipple, then his teeth closed on it. I let my head fall back, my fingers digging into his shoulders as he lapped at my tits. It was insanely erotic, and I didn’t want it to stop. His mouth was hot and wet on me, driving me wild.
He lifted his head, his eyes dark, his lips glistening. “You taste so perfect.”
I kissed him, tasting the champagne, before wordlessly reaching for the buttons on his shirt, undoing them, one by one, reveling in the way his breath hitched as my fingers brushed his chest. With his shirt hanging open, I pushed it, and his suit jacket, off his shoulders. “Jesus, you’re fucking built.”