Being awakened by her lover's kisses, Olivia had sighed in contentment. Her sigh gained her a pause in Edgar'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. Edgar 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.
Edgar paused beside the bed, filled the glass and handed it to Olivia. Olivia's curiosity piqued when, instead of crawling in bed with her, Edgar 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 Edgar 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. Edgar 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 Edgar shift, as if reaching for something. She followed his outstretched arm to the neglected bottle of champagne on the nightstand. The bottle captured, Edgar moved further down the bed, kneeling in between her legs. Olivia realized his intentions as he took the bottle and gently tipped it so that some of the cool sweet liquid gathered in her belly button. Edgar then proceeded to lick her clean of the cool concoction.
Liv's breathing became even more ragged. She could practically feel the champagne on her now. Even being surrounded by boring heads of state, all she could do was remember the contrast between Edgar's warm tongue and the cool liquid against her skin. The feeling of the chilly liquid as her poured it into her womanhood. The mini orgasms the tiny bubbles gave her as the liquid settled, followed by the extended orgasm conducted by his as he drank it from her sex. This elicited a groan from Liv, one loud enough, that had anybody other than her boyfriend 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.
He leaned closer and whispered into her ear, "next time it's chocolate."
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