I found Matt at the bar and I could tell he saw what had happened with Ryan, we had a little laugh as he gave me a squeeze and a kiss. 

The rest of the evening carried on until mid-night when the bride and groom had small bottles of champagne passed around and we did a big countdown and cheers at 12 o'clock.  After Matt and I kissed I grabbed his hand and made for the exit. I was still on fire from earlier and I could feel and see his cock bulging again in his pants.  When we got in the elevator I noticed Matt had grabbed another bottle of champagne. 

We got to our room and attacked each other.  I pulled his tux off as fast as I could, needing to get my hands on his body and feel his skin. I slipped out of my dress and we stood there pressed against each other making out in heat, the feeling of his big cock pressed against my stomach was enough to make me wonder how I could fit it all inside me.  He stepped back, standing naked in the middle of our hotel room holding a bottle of champagne, his cock fully hard and erect pointing straight at me.  He popped the bottle open and looking me straight in the eye started pouring the champagne all over his cock.  

Champagne makes me extremely honry and Matt knew how to use that to his advantage.  I was in a trance as I watched him.  I dropped to my knees and started licking him.  His tip, his shaft, I put as much of his cock in my mouth as I could and sucked him clean.  He kept pouring, the champagne splattering off his cock and onto my face.  I pushed his legs further apart and moved under his cock, sucking his balls and feeling his shaft bounce on my face.  I kept going, licking the sensitive spot between his cock and asshole while his balls rested on the bridge of my nose, the champagne still running down his body.  It was one of the most erotic moments of my life.  It was heaven, I could feel my pussy burning as I licked him.  I reached down with my right hand and started playing with my clit. 

 "Yes baby", Matt said approvingly, "Rub that wet pussy"  

Matt's cum and my juice quickly covered my hand as I put two fingers inside myself and started pumping.  It was quick and intense and an orgasm like I've never had before.  On my knees underneath him, his cock and balls in my mouth and on my face, a complete mess of mascara, makeup, champagne and saliva and my right hand pumping furiously between my legs.  I shook there on my knees. 

"Yes baby, cum for me baby.  I want to see you shake" Matt said as he steadied me with his free hand.  

I fingered myself to a quick second orgasm and felt my stomach clinch as it rolled over me. Panting on the floor I had to grab his legs so I didn't fall over completely.  I caught my breath for a few seconds as Matt stood over me, drinking the champagne,

 "You're so fucking hot baby" he said between his own panting. 

I reached up and took the bottle from him, taking a long sip and then leaving a second sip in my mouth.  I looked up at him and took his cock into my champagne filled mouth, I let it rest there for a second while he moaned.  I could feel the bubbles popping around his cock in my mouth and his moaning made it clear he did too.  I swallowed my mouth full of champagne and sucked the rest off of him before looking up and saying, "It's your turn baby" 

I put his cock back in my mouth and worshiped him like an elite escort. Alternating between jerking him off, looking up into his eyes and letting him watch me lick the tip of his swollen head.  I pushed my chest up and slowly rubbed his head against my hard nipples. I wrapped my hand hard around his shaft, looked up to make sure he was watching and then flicked the tip of my tongue along the very end of his head.  My tongue was just barely touching him, lightly and quickly, up and down, like a little butterfly wing beating a thousand times a second right on the most sensitive part of his cock  That combined with me squeezing his shaft and balls made his legs shake, literally.  He moaned like I’d never heard before and had to put one hand on the table next to us as I felt his legs buckle.  I kept going, looking up as my tongue kept flicking the tiniest little part of his beautiful rock hard dick.  I could feel his heart beating through the pulsing of his shaft.  His moaning was so loud I remember thinking it’s a good thing there's a 12 person band playing downstairs. 

The hottest part though was when his moaning turned to crying, he couldn't say anything, but he was begging me to make him cum.  Begging for me to stop the teasing.  Begging for a release.  I was squeezing his shaft hard but not stroking him and my tongue, even going a thousand miles an hour, was just focused on his tip. Most of his cock wasn’t feeling any of the stimulation and I could tell the build up was going to make his head explode. The power I felt in that moment was incredible.  I was on my knees naked except for my heels, in front of a man that 4 hours ago I hated.   Champagne, makeup, saliva mixing on my face.  AND I owned him, his cock, his soul, in that moment I could have had anything and I mean anything.  He kept whimpering, his legs fully shaking until he exploded. Ropes of cum shot across my lips and tongue, because I wasn’t really sucking him his cum went everywhere.  I pumped his cock and took the rest of his hot load on my tits, licking up the final drops and giving him a final long suck.  I wanted him to know who owned that cock. He collapsed on the bed. A few seconds later, I stood up and got on top of him.  His cum still on my face, on my tits, on my lips and in my mouth.  I grabbed his face and kissed him deeply, putting my tongue in his mouth.  It was the hottest make out we’ve ever had.