Olivia sat staring at her glass of champagne. she was out with Peter at a works do and yet nothing seemed to be able to take the her attention away from her glass of champagne. A rosy flush graced her skin and an unfocused gaze made her appear, to the untrained observer, that Olivia was a bit tipsy. But to her Peter, the constant wetting of her lips and rapid breathing told him nothing could be farther from the truth- his blushing partner was, indeed, blushing.
Memories of the previous night ran rampant through her mind's eye: the moonlight walk in the gardens, the dinner in the gazebo surrounded by a string quartet and dozens of candles with the sweet aroma of roses mixing with Peter's cologne. He had arranged all of this for their 10 month anniversary. They shared many loving kisses on their walk, and longing glances over dinner, but nothing could have prepared her for what he had planned for after dinner and drinks. They had done their fair share of groping each other while engaging in savage kisses on the way from the gardens to their private suite. Peter had swept her off her feet and carried her to bed where he thoroughly ravaged her.
If that had been all they shared the previous evening, Olivia would have been a participant in the conversations swirling around her. But it was what Peter had done to her and for her afterwards that had Olivia in such a non-verbose manner this evening.
Being awakened by her lover's kisses, Olivia had sighed in contentment. Her sigh gained her a pause in Peter's ministrations to her breasts long enough to make eye contact. She felt his smile against her breast and he then continued his journey further south. First kissing her neglected breast, then the valley between, working his way down to her navel, and further south still. She groaned in frustration as he purposefully neglected the place she wanted him to touch her most, but was rewarded with gentle kisses to her inner thighs. Peter then slid from the bed, and she watched as he walked out of their bedroom, returning moments later with a bottle of champagne and a glass.
Peter paused beside the bed, filled the glass and handed it to Olivia. Olivia's curiosity piqued when, instead of crawling in bed with her, Peter placed the bottle on the nightstand and entered the private bathing area. He returned moments later with a few towels and a devilish gleam in his eye. Olivia offered him the glass, to which he shook his head 'no'. He moved to the opposite side of the bed, taking his pillow from the headboard and moved it to the middle of the bed. He then spread a towel over it, protecting the bed from his future plans.
"Lay here," were the first words Peter had spoken to her since this whole seduction began. There was no doubt in Olivia's mind- she was being seduced. With little hesitation, she moved closer to him, her hips resting on the toweled pillow. Peter leaned over her kissing her mouth as tenderly as he knew how, his hands gently caressing her arms. She pulled him closer to her, and he shifted his weight onto the bed so that he now straddled her, never breaking their oral embrace. His kisses began to move, first to the underside of her jaw, then under her ear, to the little dip in her neck. He then proceeded to her breasts, nipping at her right one, then her left, enhancing her arousal. Her eyes closed in satisfaction as he did the most delicious things to her breasts. He could bring her to orgasm with little more than kisses and caresses to her nipples if he was so inclined.
Olivia's eyes opened as she felt him shift, as if reaching for something. She followed his outstretched arm to the neglected bottle of champagne on the nightstand. The bottle captured, Peter moved further down the bed, kneeling in between her legs. Olivia realized Peter's intentions as he took the bottle and gently tipped it so that some of the cool sweet liquid gathered in her belly button. Peter then proceeded to lick her clean of the cool concoction.
Olivia's breathing became even more ragged. She could practically feel the champagne on her now. Even being surrounded by boring people all she could do was remember the contrast between Peter's warm tongue and the cool liquid against her skin. The feeling of the chilly liquid as he poured it into her womanhood. The mini orgasms the tiny bubbles gave her as the liquid settled, followed by the extended orgasm conducted by her Peter as he drank it from her sex. This elicited a groan from Olivia, one loud enough, that had anybody other than Peter been observing her, would have heard.
Her eyes cleared and looked straight into the eyes of the man who had brought her such joy last night. The man who's rampant imagination and observance of detail lead to a very interesting sex-life. She stared into his eyes a moment longer, making sure she had his full attention, then glanced at her glass of champagne as a satisfied but wicked smile graced her lips.
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