I am not sure how it happened, a misspoken word, a quizzical look that caught her by surprise, or just a clumsy slip that propelled the drop of champagne from the corner of her mouth. But as the effervescent droplet cascaded from her lips, my world transformed itself centering on the sparkling drop.
I watched with alarm as she moved her slow motion hand to her chin to catch the drop, but it escaped, splashing onto her chest, to my great joy. The slightly golden pool glittered motionless for a moment, teasing me as it sparkled in the light before beginning a sensuously slow descent down her body. She giggled and said something that was quite charming (I am sure), but I didn’t hear a word, I was transfixed on the droplet as it flowed between her breasts.
I saw the drop gain momentum as it tumbled over the gentle texture of her skin joining with the moisture rising on her body. I longed to reach out and touch the droplet, to touch her, but instead, I watched motionless, transfixed as the droplet mixed with the moist remnants of our love.
It now moved quickly, down the river of her stomach, curling around the deep pool of her navel. The drop would pause and surge with the motion of her breathing, riding the building rhythm of her body, as it turned away from the soft curve of her hips. I reached out to touch it, but before I could, I watched the droplet slip into the fragrant curls of her hair, disappearing.
The world splashes back to me for only a moment, before I can comprehend her words. I lean to her, lightly kissing her lips and tasting her chin as I begin my journey. My tongue travels the path, from her lips over her chin and gently down her neck. I taste the delicate mixture of salt and wine from the so narrow trail as I find the hollow at the base of her throat.
I hover above her, my tongue our only point of contact as it slides between the soft mounds of her breasts. I divert, leaving the droplets path to learn the fleshy curve leading to a nipple, to memorize the distinct texture of areola, the firm prod of the nipple on my lips. I draw it into my mouth, ever so gently toying it with my teeth and tongue. Rising and falling with her motion, I release the erect knob and move across her chest and find the other. I quickly take it in my mouth, feeling it grow a bit, becoming firmer at my touch.
Releasing it from my lips, I rub my face over it, feeling the nipple slide beneath my cheek, feeling it bend beneath my nose, flickering it with an eyelash. The silence is broken with her moan and I descend from her breasts once again finding the faint trail of wine on her stomach.
She wiggles a bit as my tongue tickles her, so I press it harder and continue following the trail as it curves from her navel and then again away from the steep curve to her hipbone. I pause and then run my lips over the soft skin cover the firm bone beneath. I kiss its length and then move back onto more pliant flesh, finding the wine trail by taste. I move downward nearing the dense and curly forest of her hair, feeling it tickle my nose as I sense a heady fragrance.
My tongue moves into the hair, curling through it searching and then finding the last taste of wine mingled with the stronger taste of her. Gently moving through the hair, I am drawn to the pungent fragrance lying just beyond. I let my tongue begin it’s descent, pausing to circle the firm knob above her opening, drawing it between my lips, pressing it with my tongue, before I follow the slit between her lips, longing to drink of her wetness.
The tender path opens and I descend into her, my tongue lightly probing, savoring the first hints of her wet desire. I follow her motion now, dipping deeper into her as she rises and withdrawing as she falls. I learn her rhythm and match it with my own, my tongue penetrating her more quickly, deeper. For the first time I touch her with my hands, grabbing the soft flesh of her ass, and lifting her to my mouth as she presses against me. She moves with an intensity echoed in her growling moans as she lifts herself onto my piercing tongue, grinding herself onto my face. I feel a trembling in her motion as she suddenly grabs my head and pulls me hard against her, her lips parting to my mouth and nose. She cries out arching herself onto me and then collapsing back into my hands.
I pause, lying completely still as she trembles and pulses, slowly catching her breath. I savor her taste, her fragrance, her warmth as I rest my head on her thigh. I take a finger, dip it into her and then, dip it glistening into my glass of wine. Returning it to my mouth I taste the subtle variations of the wine and her mingling on my tongue.
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