Colette turned to him the moment they were alone. Her cheeks were flushed deep red from the alcohol, and her eyes were hazy with lust and something far more heated.
"Kevin…" she whispered, her French accent thicker than usual, laced with raw need.
She leaned in, pressing her soft body against his, her hands sliding up his chest as she rose onto her toes and captured his lips in a kiss.
Kevin froze for a second, shocked.
"Colette… wait," he murmured against her lips, his hands resting on her waist. He was a little tipsy himself from the celebration, but not nearly as drunk as she was. "You're drunk. We shouldn't—"
But Colette didn't let him finish. She kissed him again, deeper this time, her tongue slipping into his mouth with surprising hunger. A small, needy whimper escaped her as she pressed closer, her body molding against his. The taste of wine on her tongue and the heat of her body made something inside Kevin snap.
"Fuck…" he groaned softly, giving in to the desire that had been building all night. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her tighter as he kissed her back with equal passion.
Their tongues danced slowly, sensually, wet and intimate. The soft, slick sounds of their kissing filled the quiet apartment.
Colette pulled back just enough to breathe, her lips brushing his as she whispered, "Please, Kevin… I want you tonight. Don't stop…"
Kevin's resolve crumbled completely. He kissed her again, harder, then trailed his mouth along her jawline and down to the sensitive skin of her neck. Colette tilted her head, giving him full access. He kissed and gently sucked on her neck, then moved to her nape, nibbling lightly. A shiver ran through her body as she moaned softly, her hands tightening on his shoulders.
"Kevin… yes…" she breathed, her voice trembling with need.
His fingers worked on the buttons of her blouse, undoing them one by one with deliberate slowness. When the last button came free, he pushed the fabric off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Colette's breathing quickened as he reached behind her and unclasped her bra, sliding it down her arms and tossing it aside.
Kevin's hands moved to her breasts, cupping their soft, warm weight. He massaged them gently at first, feeling their fullness, then firmer, his thumbs brushing over her hardening nipples. Colette gasped, arching into his touch, her nipples stiffening under his attention.
"Touch me more…" she whispered, her voice drunk and needy.
He lowered his head, kissing down her collarbone until his mouth found one breast. He licked the stiff peak slowly, teasingly, circling it with the flat of his tongue before sucking it into his mouth. Colette moaned louder, her hand threading through his hair, holding him there. He alternated between licking, sucking, and lightly biting the sensitive bud, then gave the other breast the same devoted attention. Her skin tasted faintly of salt and her own sweet scent, driving him wild.
"You taste so good," Kevin murmured against her skin, his voice rough with desire.
He continued his descent, kissing along her stomach until he reached her navel. He dipped his tongue inside for a moment, making her giggle breathlessly between moans, before moving even lower.
He undid the button of her pants and slowly pulled them down her legs, along with her panties. Colette lifted her hips to help him, now completely naked beneath him. Her pussy was smooth and already glistening with arousal, her folds swollen and inviting.
Kevin looked at her with dark hunger. "So wet for me already…"
He ran his fingers along her slit, spreading her wetness before gently pushing two fingers inside her. Colette moaned, her hips moving instinctively against his hand. He fingered her slowly, curling his fingers to stroke her inner walls while his thumb circled her clit with steady pressure.
Then he dropped to his knees in front of her. He spread her legs slightly and leaned in, pressing his tongue flat against her pussy. Colette's breath hitched as he licked her slowly from entrance to clit, savoring her sweet, tangy taste. He licked and sucked on her folds, exploring every inch, before focusing on her clit, flicking his tongue rapidly, then sucking it gently into his mouth.
Slurp… lick… suck…
Colette's legs trembled. "Kevin… ahh… yes… right there… don't stop…"
He continued eating her out with slow, sensual devotion, long, broad licks, gentle sucks, and occasional quick flicks. His fingers joined in again, pumping in and out of her slick heat while his tongue worked her clit relentlessly. Colette's moans grew louder and more desperate, her hands gripping his hair tightly as her hips rocked against his face.
"Kevin… I'm close… I'm so close…"
Finally, with a sharp, broken cry, she came hard. Her thighs clamped around his head as her body shook with pleasure, her juices coating his tongue and fingers. Kevin kept licking her gently through her orgasm, drawing it out until she was trembling and gasping for breath.
He moved back up her body, kissing her deeply so she could taste herself on his tongue. Colette moaned into the kiss, her hands pulling him closer, her body still buzzing with aftershocks.