the glass and smiled up at him. “No, this is fine.” I actually liked champagne. I sipped it and it was pleasantly sweet as it slid down my throat. “Mmm, that's delicious.” I didn't realise I had said the words aloud, but as I looked up at him, he was staring at me intently. He reached out and ran his index finger along my bottom lip. Then he brought his finger to his mouth and ran his tongue over it. He didn't take his eyes off me, and I was so stunned, I knew my mouth had dropped open. I was shocked and embarrassed that I apparently had champagne dribbling down my face, but when I saw a look of rapture cross his features, as if he savoured what he had just done, I thought I'd have an orgasm right then and there. Apparently, I was missing more then I knew by not drinking.
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He took my glass out of my hand, the smoothness of his movements making it slip easily from my grasp. I watched as he took our glasses and set them on the bar before coming back to me. He ran his finger across my cheek, as if imprinting my skin in his memory. He took hold of my hand and led me to one of the couches by the fireplace. I didn't know what he had in mind, but who was I to argue with something that felt so right? He sat down on one of the plush couches and, to my utter shock, pulled me down onto his lap. He brought me close and nuzzled his face in the hollow of my neck. I closed my eyes as he kissed my neck, and then made his way towards my mouth. He kissed me softly on the lips and moved back to my throat again. I wanted to moan because what he was doing to me was so arousing.
"You smell so good, Ashliyn, like honeysuckle."
His compliment made me feel all warm and fuzzy. I shifted slightly around on him to relieve the ache between my legs. As if he read my mind, his hand moved slowly up and down my thighs as his mouth continued to lick and nip at my neck. I couldn't help it then; I moaned and let my head fall back as his hand made its way farther up under my dress. His fingers skimmed along the edge of my panties, and it made my clit tingle. I didn't want to confess just yet that I was a virgin for fear he'd be turned off at how inexperienced I was, although in the back of my mind, I hoped he would find it endearing. He brought his mouth back to mine and as our lips fussed together, his finger slipped beneath the edge of my panties. I know I was soaking wet, could feel it against my skin. His finger slid against my folds easily and he groaned into my mouth as his finger circled my clit. The way it felt as his fingers teased my pussy was indescribable. He made me feel alive and excited. Never had a man touched me down there, and the way his fingers felt on my clit were far different than how it felt when I touched myself. He was gentle as he flicked my clit back and forth, then swooped his finger down to gather more moisture at my opening. I spread my legs wider as our kiss went deeper. His tongue ran along mine in an intimate wet caress that made me pant.
I felt him slowly bring his finger back to my clit and run little circles around it. It was more a tease than anything else, and I wanted to scream in frustration. The pleasure was so intense, something I'd never felt before. If it felt this good without any penetration, I knew I wouldn't last one minute when his body joined with mine. It was then he let his finger slip into my passage. I was so wet down there, his large finger slid in smoothly. I moaned into his mouth and kissed him feverishly as he slowly pumped his finger in and out of me. He didn't go very far, just to the first knuckle. I ached to be filled completely; his finger wouldn't do it. I couldn't believe how my thoughts had become so explicit when I had no experience with sexual situations. Abruptly, he pulled his finger out and broke our kiss. I was panting and could feel my lips swollen from his kisses. He leant his head against the chair and stared at me with
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Chapter Seven
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He took my glass out of my hand, the smoothness of his movements making it slip easily from my grasp. I watched as he took our glasses and set them on the bar before coming back to me. He ran his finger across my cheek, as if imprinting my skin in his memory. He took hold of my hand and led me to one of the couches by the fireplace. I didn't know what he had in mind, but who was I to argue with something that felt so right? He sat down on one of the plush couches and, to my utter shock, pulled me down onto his lap. He brought me close and nuzzled his face in the hollow of my neck. I closed my eyes as he kissed my neck, and then made his way towards my mouth. He kissed me softly on the lips and moved back to my throat again. I wanted to moan because what he was doing to me was so arousing.
"You smell so good, Ashliyn, like honeysuckle."
His compliment made me feel all warm and fuzzy. I shifted slightly around on him to relieve the ache between my legs. As if he read my mind, his hand moved slowly up and down my thighs as his mouth continued to lick and nip at my neck. I couldn't help it then; I moaned and let my head fall back as his hand made its way farther up under my dress. His fingers skimmed along the edge of my panties, and it made my clit tingle. I didn't want to confess just yet that I was a virgin for fear he'd be turned off at how inexperienced I was, although in the back of my mind, I hoped he would find it endearing. He brought his mouth back to mine and as our lips fussed together, his finger slipped beneath the edge of my panties. I know I was soaking wet, could feel it against my skin. His finger slid against my folds easily and he groaned into my mouth as his finger circled my clit. The way it felt as his fingers teased my pussy was indescribable. He made me feel alive and excited. Never had a man touched me down there, and the way his fingers felt on my clit were far different than how it felt when I touched myself. He was gentle as he flicked my clit back and forth, then swooped his finger down to gather more moisture at my opening. I spread my legs wider as our kiss went deeper. His tongue ran along mine in an intimate wet caress that made me pant.
I felt him slowly bring his finger back to my clit and run little circles around it. It was more a tease than anything else, and I wanted to scream in frustration. The pleasure was so intense, something I'd never felt before. If it felt this good without any penetration, I knew I wouldn't last one minute when his body joined with mine. It was then he let his finger slip into my passage. I was so wet down there, his large finger slid in smoothly. I moaned into his mouth and kissed him feverishly as he slowly pumped his finger in and out of me. He didn't go very far, just to the first knuckle. I ached to be filled completely; his finger wouldn't do it. I couldn't believe how my thoughts had become so explicit when I had no experience with sexual situations. Abruptly, he pulled his finger out and broke our kiss. I was panting and could feel my lips swollen from his kisses. He leant his head against the chair and stared at me with
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