FuckFantasy
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There's no intention to get up and make her one, unfortunately. The fortune of her delicious little body perched in place astride his thighs is one that he'd be hard pressed to turn from. For a moment, at least while she remains nuzzled to his ear, the only answer she's given is a brush of his lean lips against the sleek column of her throat.
The proximity, the warmth of her, wakes his body. He hardens under the bubbled round of her cheeks as an arm curls about her, lifting the drink in his hand towards her mouth.
"I'm going to take you upstairs, darling, and turn you into a quivering mess in a moment. Drink while you can."
A sharp, soft gasp makes her stop, just as pouty lips begin to take a sip. His words send a bright red wave of lust, of excitement, down her delicate spine, and those eyes flash a thousand fireworks up into his own golden-green stare. He stiffens and she wriggles teasingly against him, pretending to idly shift her weight, while grinding that curved derriere against his need.
A small sip, and a burst of flavor hits her tongue. The glass is removed and she lets out a low whistle. "Yum. But it's not absinthe I need to quench my thirst, baby."
She cups her mouth over his ear, fingers walking up the broad length of his arm and shoulder, teasingly. "Take me upstairs."