I pour her champagne, then help her sit upright and hand it to her.
“Can I try some of that?” She nods at my whiskey.
I knock some back, but keep it in my mouth and grab her chin, making her head tilt back.
She parts her lips, and I let the whiskey flow from my mouth into hers. Then I kiss her hard. The burn and the sweetness tangling on our tongues.
“Do you like it?”
“Not sure. Try again.”
I chuckle and hand her the bottle.
She frowns at first, and then a mischievous grin spreads on her perfect lips.
I drop to my knees and tip my head back. “Swirl it round in your mouth first. Then spit it in mine.” I tell her.
Fuck, I’m about to come in my boxers.
She stands, placing one hand on my shoulder. I hear the glass, the swirl, the intake of breath. Oh, I’m ready.
I close my eyes and open my mouth.
The whiskey pours from her lips into mine. It’s warm and smoky and tastes just like her.
I grab her throat, pull her down, swallow it, and kiss her. “Taste better this way, darlin’?”
She nods and drops to her knees. “I think it did.”
Her fingers find my belt, and she unbuckles it with a confidence that sends blood rushing south so fast my vision darkens. “I know what else I like the taste of,” she says as she pushes down my pants and boxers.
Her hand wraps around my cock. Fuck, that firm grip, slow stroke, her thumb sliding over the tip and spreading the bead of wetness she finds there.
“I’d like to taste you now, sir,” she whispers.
I don’t hesitate, I’m up on my feet. “You think because it’s our wedding night, you’re in control?” I gruff, stroking her cheek as I look down at my gorgeous wife on her knees for me.
She nods, then takes me into her mouth.
My eyes slam shut as I hit the back of her throat. The warmth, the pressure, the way she hollows her cheeks and sucks until my toes curl against the floor.
“Fuck, baby,” I hiss.
She bobs up and down. Slow at first, finding her rhythm, then deeper. Wetter. I can hear it, and when I look down, her green eyes are blazing up at me through her lashes. Watching me unravel. Seeing how crazy I am for my wife.
“Good girl,” I murmur, running my fingers through her hair.
She pulls back to the tip. Swirls her tongue in a circle that makes my thighs shake. Then drags it down my shaft in one long, flat stroke that has me gripping her hair and fighting for air.
She takes me deep again. I feel her throat constrict around me, and a groan rips out so loud the horses in the next paddock probably heard it.
I need her. I need her so bad I can’t see straight.
I pull her off by her hair. She licks her lips, looking deeply impressed with herself. “Up,” I command.
And she does, biting her lip as I tug her hip, pull her flush against me, push her hair from her face. “You’re going to ride my face, baby. Get yourself off on my tongue.” I hold her stare. “And then, do you want me to take that virgin ass of yours?”
She sucks in a breath.