Part 2 of the previous chapter.
Cassia threw her head back as she let out a soft moan, her eyes squeezed shut with her hands tangled in Cepheus' curls. The sound of his tongue swirling around her second set of lips to take in all of the contents he poured on her, only enhanced the pleasure she felt.
Laying on his stomach in the middle of the bed, Cepheus had both his arms wrapped around her thighs tightly, his face planted perfectly right in between. He licked, slurped, and sucked at her intently, his tongue fitting anywhere possible to taste the champagne drowned whipped cream residue. His lips wrapped around her pearl as he sucked her in feverishly, her moans only encouraging the swirl of his tongue through his lips.
"Oh fuck- baby I can't!" She screamed, her left hand gripping at the sheets with her right hand attempting to push him away, but he only tightened his grip. His tongue flattened out to press against her at a short hilt, before he went back to his constant circular motion directly on her pearl.
"You can, you a big girl right?" He spoke into her, the vibrations from his mouth nearly taking her off edge. Cassia's chest rose and fell at a rapid pace, her eyes finally popping open and flicking down once she felt his arm loosen up a little bit on her left thigh. Reaching over onto the nightstand, he picked the quarter empty bottle of champagne back up. Leaning forward a little bit, he used one hand to pop off the cover with his eyes glued on Cassia. Her naked body glowed from the candles placed in the room, neither of them wanting to see anything but each other. "Open" He spoke softly, holding the bottle up to her lips.
Parting her mouth ever so slightly, Cassia titled her head back a little bit to allow him to pour the champagne into her mouth. Holding it in place, she knew not to swallow, waiting for Cepheus to bring his face closer to hers so they could engage in a tongue filled kiss. Allowing her to taste herself, along with feed him what was already in her mouth.
Taking ahold of his chin gently, Cassia leaned forward to press her lips against his, just as the pads of his fingers pressed against her. He rubbed small circles on her clit, his fingers wet from swiping at her folds, using her natural lubrication. Moaning through the kiss, Cassia grabbed the back of his neck to deepen in, needing stability while also making sure all of her champagne was caught in his mouth.
"Stay like that." He mumbled once they finally pulled away, referring to the way she sat herself up on her elbows. It allowed a perfect angle down her stomach, Cepheus desperately wanting to act out the idea that popped in his head. Saying nothing, Cassia only watched as he slid his body back down to fit between her thighs comfortably. His tongue flicked at her gently, earning small breathy moans flying past her lips. Raising his hand that still held the champagne bottle, he positioned it directly in the middle of her chest, right between both breasts.
Lowering his mouth on her, he stuck the tip of his tongue in her hole, Cassia's hand immediately flying to the back of his head again due to the jolt of pleasure she felt. Without warning, she shivered at the feeling of the cold champagne pouring down her body, a perfect trail down. She kept her eyes on Cepheus who watched it anxiously, waiting for it to catch on his tongue that repeatedly flicked at her entrance.
"Hold it." He mumbled, handing her the bottle quickly right before gripping her thighs in both arms as tight as he could while jerking her body to to leave no room between her and his mouth. The sound of him slurping long filled the room up, right before he dragged his tongue all the way up to the hood of her clit. Widening her eyes, Cassia struggled to hold onto the bottle, the sight of him constantly trailing his tongue up and down, while repeatedly enclosing his mouth to take in the alcohol had her eyes rolled to the back of her head.
"Shit, oh my- God!" She screamed, feeling him roughly bring her body into his again. He now sat on his knees, Cassia's bottom half slightly raised off of the bed as he ate her like she would be his last meal. The champagne mixed with her juices filled his goatee and mouth, him not hesitating to drink every last drop of what spilled down his throat. He could hear Cassia being a moaning mess above him, though he barely payed her any mind, more focused on getting her off than anything.
