#Chapter 168: Tasting Wine & Tasting You

Ava We had moved from the hot tub to the plush lounge chairs on the veranda, where Chris had laid out on his back. I leaned over him, peppering kisses along his inner thighs as my hand continually stroked up and down his increasingly-thick and throbbing member. “Goddess, Ava,” he groaned, shoving his head back into the pillows, “you’re good with your mouth.” I grinned up at him and flicked my tongue across the tip of his manhood, eliciting another groan from him. “Is that so?” Before he could answer, I parted my lips and slipped him fully into my mouth. He let out a strained moan, his fingers tangling into my wet hair as I slid further down—far enough so that my nose touched his groin. I lingered there for a moment, letting him enjoy the sensation, before I came back up for air with a wet smack. Using my spit as lubrication, I continued moving my hand up and down his shaft. “Yes,” he finally managed, his green eyes practically rolling back into