Wine Bar

Again. And-Again! Harder and faster, the fingers fucked her. The mouth suckled her. The thumb plucked her. Deeper. Rougher. She couldn't breath! Instead she screamed out her delight. The tip of his pinky finger tickled against her anus, swirling, daring. Sucking in a torn breath, she built up for another scream, bucking upward but he held her and drove fingers in deeper still, coiling into her g-spot curling them against the core of her sex. His teeth caught against her clit and pressed in. Nipped her. Bit her. Still the fingers thrust in faster, working against those clinging, clutching muscles so that just when she was gripping him, he was drawing out, only to slam back in again and send a renewed wave of pleasure through her.

She heard her voice echoing through the ruin of the room. Cried out his name. Screamed that she was cumming as her hips danced up in a primal response, sloshing the wine as she jerked and writhed against his face and his hands. She shuddered in her climax, a golden heat spreading through her, a hot rush and gush of her cream unlike anything she'd felt before. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she saw stars. In that moment she felt the whole world seem to shift and shake, groaning and rumbling as her body convulsed with the raw pleasure and power of her orgasm.

The waves of pleasure kept going, just as she thought she was about to come off that high, his fingers coaxed her right back to the brink. Arching upward, she crested again, the climax no less powerful than the first and her stomach clenched with the power of it, her muscles tight. He rocked his fingers in and out of those quivering folds while she came, so deep that knuckles seemed to bruise her flesh, the pain intensifying the pleasure. The speed lessoned as did her spasms, and he growled out his pleasure as the hot cum coated his fingers and wrists and trickled down his chin and throat. The licking grew more careful, kissing the aching hard pearl of her clit so carefully as she spiraled for a moment in the heat of the orgasms. True to his word, he was not stopping, he lapped up every sticky drop until she was whimpering for him to relent.

"I've got you!" He whispered, mouth grazing her pussy with wet, firm reassurance, "I'll always catch you." Assuring her as she slumped back into the wet floor, boneless, quivering, panting out in desperate pleasure. Only then did his licking stop. The fingers stayed deep inside her though, keeping her well and truly filled.

He slowly kissed his way up her body, wrapping her in his long arms. His fingers eased out of her, messily trailing along her stomach, writing dirty poetry on her flesh. He pulled her in against him, protecting her from the floor now, using his body as a pillow for her. "Hey, will you look at that." He rumbled softly and reaching over, slowly rolled a bottle in closer. A whole bottle, stained a bit with wine but not broken. "Vieux Château Certan, Pomerol 1964. Huh. See, not everything is broken. See, things aren't that bad afterall."

That is when a voice from outside called in, "What's going on out there?" And the broad shouldered man in the business suit peered over his sunglasses into the busted wine bar. His expression was not amused at what he saw. "Lady, what in the name of God are you doing?"

-To be Continued-