Champagne Confetti - Sex Stories

Champagne Confetti

... are small groups of people here and there, and Jane slows down to a more unnoticeable speed, letting go of my wrist. I have no doubt in my mind what Jane's agenda is. I already feel my blood pumping. But I’m not sure where she is taking me.

We walk down the long hall, leaving the groups of people behind. I rest my hand against the small of her back, not able to stop myself as I stretch my fingers to reach the curvy beginning of her ass, pressing my fingers against it. I can see the amused, yet alarmingly yearning, smile spread on her lips.

We reach the end of the hall, and it makes a right turn. The moment we turn the corner, I lose the ability to wait any longer. I pull Jane to me, catching her lips with mine. Greedily, we both deepen the kiss, and her tongue caresses mine eagerly and lustfully.

She moves backward towards a closed door, indicating for me to follow. As we get closer, she reluctantly breaks the kiss. Grabbing my hand, she pulls me into a marble and gold bathroom. I hear the door close and as she presses me up against it, she locks it.

Her lips are back on mine, now completely surrendering to her arousal. I can feel they're eager, like electric vibrations as she pushes and pulls at my lips, her fingers tugging gently at my hair.

“We don’t have long,” she breathes between her kisses.

Both pressed for time and with eagerness, my hands close around her waist and I push her against the wall across from the impressive marble sink and ...

... counter.

Pressing the length of my body against her, her moan brushes over my lips and tongue. She quickly unbuttons my blazer and rips it down over my shoulders and arms, tossing it aside.

The quick dance between our lips and tongues intensifies as she makes quick work of my belt, button, and zipper.

My promise to rip the dress off her now takes hold of me. I grab the dress by its shoulders and rip it down around her elbows.

The dress’s deep neckline means she isn't wearing a bra, and her naked breasts with the faint-pink, hardening nipples are a breathtaking sight.

I trail kisses from her mouth, down towards her jawline, and the skin of her smooth throat beats against my lips as her pulse races. I draw a line with the tip of my tongue down to her collarbone, and her sweet sighs sing beautifully in my ears.

I once relished the fact that I could make her laugh until she could hardly breathe. I thought there was no greater compliment in the world that she could give me. But hearing her gasp for air like this is a whole other level.

My fingers slide down her thigh, exposed by the slit in the dress, and close around the back of her knee, pulling it up over my hip.

I find her lips once more as I press my erection against her sex, making her whimper. Normally, I like the slow prelude, the exploration, and the gentle caresses. But tonight, I feel a nearing uncontrollable and impatient need. I want her. I want her now.

I reach up under her dress, tearing her panties ...