Chapter 8

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Although she hesitated a bit, she opened her mouth slightly.

"Come on Angel, open up a little bit." He teased.

Suddenly she felt something cold and wet against her lips, the smell unmistakable. She smiled and opened her mouth a little more so Lindsey could put the strawberry he held on her tongue. She chewed and swallowed and the next thing she felt was the glass of champagne against her lips. "Mmmm, tastes great, can I have some more?"

"Yes you can, but I want you to taste something else first."

And with that his mouth crashed on hers, kissing her passionately.

"Oh, you taste even better." She sighed into his mouth after a few minutes of kissing. "Don't stop."

With his mouth still on hers he started to roam his hands over her upper body, making sure not to touch her breasts, knowing it would drive her crazy. And him too, to be honest. His mouth left hers, marking her neck with hot kisses, his hands traveling further down, all the way to her thighs, knees and feet. He made sure he touched her everywhere, just saving the best spots for last, torturing her.

His touches drove her wild, she tried to grab his hands so she could guide them to the spots on her body she needed to feel his hands on immediately. But since she couldn't see a thing he was too quick for her. "Liiiiiindsey!" She whined. It only excited him more.

Finally, she got a hold on his shirt and she just started pulling, not caring anymore if the shirt would survive or not. She needed to feel his skin on her naked body. As if by magic, the shirt came of rather easily, or maybe he helped a bit, not that it mattered, as long as it was off.

He couldn't take it any longer, seeing her whole body aching for him, full of lust. So when one of her hands came down on his back he moved his body closer to hers, placing his mouth on hers again, his hands immediately moving to her breasts, massaging them, rolling her hardened nipples between two fingers.

Soon his mouth was on her left breast, teasing her, tasting her. Her right breast got the same treatment. He knew she was ready for more and his mouth traveled further down, kissing her all over her stomach until he reached his destination between her thighs. She was unable to lay still when his tongue did some magic, he knew exactly how she liked it. He licked and sucked, tasting her fluids, until her hoarse voice told him he had to stop.

He knew exactly why, and with one swift motion he undid himself from his pants and a second later he was moving inside her.

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