Champagne splashed over her skin, straight from his mouth to her chest and fuck if that didn't turn her on. Her head hit the table with a dull thunk, spine arching as she moved into him, breasts pressed up against his lips.
"Fuck yeah..." Her hands slid into his hair, one leg finding purchase on the edge of the table while the other curled around his back, fitting him against her.
That tying up thing? It was fast becoming negotiable, as long as he kept touching her like that.