Champagne Cravings by Ava McKnight Page B

material of my thong
panties and my body jolted from the intimate touch.
    His head lifted and he kissed me with a raw intensity that
told me how much he wanted me. Passion arced between us like an electrical
current. His fingers at the apex of my legs brushed aside the material covering
my crotch and the pads swept over my sensitive skin. He stroked my labia, then
two fingers worked their magic on my clit. His touch was aggressive and
skilled.
    I ripped my mouth from his. “Oh God, Mike.” One of my hands
shifted to his broad shoulder and I gripped it tightly as my body started to
tremble.
    A fiery sensation raced through my veins and an insistent
throbbing built in my pussy, making me restless and in desperate need of him.
    I knew he wouldn’t fuck me tonight. He’d said as much and he
was the type to stick to his guns. But he was certainly determined to get me
off.
    His lips and tongue teased the skin on my neck, nipping and
sucking softly, driving me wild. He kissed me just below the ear and whispered,
“I want to make you come, Lace.”
    “Yes,” I said in a strained, breathless voice. My short
pants echoed in the quiet room, then turned into throaty moans when he eased a
long finger into my pussy.
    Mike groaned. “Jesus, you’re tight. And so wet.”
    The erotic invasion was welcomed and oh so needed. He pushed
deep and I writhed beneath him. He worked a second finger into my slick cunt
and pumped them in and out of me as the heel of his hand rubbed my clit. His
lips closed around a puckered nipple once more and I seriously wanted to scream
in sheer ecstasy.
    My hips gyrated and jerked and my fingertips pressed into
his shoulder. Flames seemed to dance along my skin and tremendous sensations
swelled within me, a blazing mix of passion, desire, lust and carnal cravings.
I couldn’t hold on to them. Mike’s tongue whisked over my tingling nipple and I
was a goner.
    “Come for me,” he whispered, his warm breath teasing the
beaded center of my breast.
    “Yes,” I said again, at a loss for substantial words.
    “Now,” he demanded in a low voice as his fingers fucked me a
little faster, a little harder. Giving me everything I needed.
    The balloon of sensations burst wide open and I cried out
his name as a powerful climax exploded within me, sending vibrant sparks
shooting in every direction.
    “Oh holy cow,” I said on a sharp breath. “Oh God.” My arms
encircled his neck and I clung to him as the strong waves of pleasure washed
over me and my trembling body turned into a quaking one.
    He withdrew his fingers from my pussy and wrapped his arms
around me, gathering me close to him. My breasts pressed to the spot just below
the hard ledge of his pectoral muscles and our legs tangled. We were a perfect
fit.
    I felt his erection against my belly and wanted to slide a
hand between us and go for his fly again, despite the fact he’d stopped me last
time.
    But he had something else in mind as he mumbled in my ear,
“Which drawer, Lace?”
    A wicked thrill shot through me. Though I cautiously asked,
“You’re not serious?”
    “Oh hell, yes.”
    Maybe it was my naughty side that attracted bad boys. I
looked sweet and innocent enough. Was a classic good girl. Until I was in the
bedroom. Maybe that was why I’d been incapable of walking away from the studio
when Biel and Piper had been going at it.
    Thinking of them caused my pussy to throb again, because it
made me deliciously aware of what Mike had in mind.
    “Nightstand on your side. Top drawer,” I said.
    He released me and shifted on the bed. Yanking open the
drawer, he didn’t have to rummage through any goodies. I only had the one.
    Holding it up, he said, “Not much for bells and whistles?”
    It was a very simple and even somewhat boring vibrator. So
underwhelming, I think it only took one battery. My usage was so low, I hadn’t
swapped the double-A out in years.
    “What’s the point of bells and whistles, really?” I asked.
“Still just a