Bubbles

She sipped her faux-champagne as she watched the smirk spread slowly across his face.

"What are you planning?"
He didn't reply, instead stepping forward and tilting his glass, letting his share of the bubbly wine pour down over her chest. She was already naked - they'd already had sex once - and she felt the odd tickling fizz of the bubbles all over her skin. She shuddered a little, from the cold and the unexpected tingle, and felt her mind start to drift.

His tongue was on her chest around, his lips drifting around her skin. She moaned, letting the last bit of her drink pour over her chest before she set the glass aside. Her hands were in his hair, stroking his head gently as he sucking and licked and nibbled her chest. He moved to a nipple, and she was moaning again, even before his hand found her pussy.

She opened her legs to give him better access to her clit, and her own hands moved to his back. Digging the nails in, she scratched eight deep red welts in two sets of line down his back. He growled, his teeth clamping on her nipple for a second as punishment, eliciting a yelp of surprise, and pain, and arousal.

She didn't fight him as his mouth moved up to her should, cleaning the last of the bubbles from her now glistening skin. She felt his weight on her, and her hands moved to grab his ass as her hips pressed up against him.

The alcohol was starting to take effect, and she felt so alive. They kissed passionately, moaning into one another's mouths as their tongues played, and they started to move together once again.