Trent passed the glass of juice to the woman stretched out in his bed, giving her a wink as he downed his own glass. "Gotta keep the fluids up, sweetheart!"
She laughed, drank some of the juice then started to drip some of it down her chest, the small trickle running down between her breasts as she arched her back and asked him to help her clean it up.
A couple of hours later he padded his way through the apartment, grabbing the juice container and a bottle of champagne out of the fridge, along with some food, and returned to the bedroom. When he'd found out she was from interstate and her folks were going on a cruise in the Carribean for Christmas he'd grinned and reassured her he would make her Christmas day a memorable one. Especially as she was a good few years older than he was and not carrying any of the inhibitions, or insecurities of so many of the young girls he usually dated.
"So, how's the day been so far?" he drawled, picking a grape and putting it between his teeth before leaning over and kissing her, biting the fruit as he did. The juices mingled in their mouths as they played with the flesh of the fruit...