I slid my hands up her thighs, feeling the tremor that ran through her muscles. Her skin was impossibly soft, warm and smooth under my palms. When I reached the lace edge of her panties, I traced the line with my thumbs, earning a full-body shiver that made her grab my shoulders for balance.
"Sit down," I said, guiding her back onto the mattress.
She obeyed without argunt, which was probably a first in our entire history. Her eyes were dark and unfocused, pupils blown wide with want. I knelt between her legs and kissed the inside of her knee, working my way up her thigh with deliberate slowness.
"You’re taking forever," she complained, but her voice shook with anticipation.
"Good things are worth waiting for."
"That’s such a cliché."
"So sue ."
I continued my path upward, pressing kisses to the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. She was already trembling, her breathing coming in short gasps that made her chest rise and fall rapidly. When I reached the edge of her panties, I could feel the heat radiating from her core, could sll the sweet musk of her arousal.
"God, you sll incredible," I murmured against her skin.
"Lukas." My na ca out strangled, desperate.
Instead of giving her what she wanted imdiately, I traced the line where her panties t her thigh, following the lace edge with my tongue. She jerked against , her hips lifting off the bed as she tried to get more contact.
"Please," she whispered.
I looked up at her, taking in the way her head was thrown back, eyes squeezed shut, lower lip caught between her teeth. She looked wrecked already and I’d barely started. The sight sent a bolt of pure lust straight to my groin.
Finally, I pressed my mouth against her through the lace, earning a cry that she tried to muffle with her hand.
The fabric was already damp with her arousal, the taste of her bleeding through the material and making my head spin.
I used my tongue to trace her shape through the barrier, finding the sensitive bundle of nerves at her apex and circling it with gentle pressure.
Her thighs clamped around my head, her whole body going taut as a bowstring. "Oh god, oh fuck, Lukas, I can’t—"
"Yes, you can." I pulled back just enough to hook my fingers in the waistband of her panties. "Lift up."
She obeyed imdiately, raising her hips so I could slide the lace down her legs and toss it aside. The sight of her bare and glistening and completely open to made my mouth go dry.
She was perfect, pink and wet and mine, and I wanted to worship her until she forgot her own na.
From sowhere behind ca a soft sound that reminded we weren’t alone. I glanced over my shoulder to find Diane watching us with undisguised hunger, her black bra now gone and her hands moving over her own skin in slow, appreciative touches.
She’d given us space to find our rhythm, but her patience was clearly wearing thin.
Soon. But not yet.
I turned my attention back to Sloane, using my thumbs to part her folds and expose her completely. She tried to close her legs, suddenly self-conscious, but I held her open with gentle pressure.
"Don’t hide from ," I said. "You’re gorgeous."
Before she could argue, I leaned forward and dragged my tongue along her slit in one long, slow stroke. Her back arched off the bed, a broken sound tearing from her throat as her hands fisted in the sheets.
She tasted like heaven and sin and everything I’d been craving without knowing it, sweet and musky and addictive.
I settled in to properly explore her, using my tongue to map every fold and hollow while she writhed beneath . When I found her clit and circled it with the tip of my tongue, her whole body convulsed and she let out a sound that was pure desperation.
"There," she gasped. "Right there, don’t stop, please don’t stop."
I had no intention of stopping. I wrapped my lips around the sensitive bud and sucked gently while my tongue worked against her, earning increasingly frantic sounds that echoed off the walls. Her thighs trembled on either side of my head, muscles going tight as she climbed toward her peak.
When I slid one finger inside her, she cried out and clamped down around like a vice. She was so tight and hot and perfect that I had to pause for a mont to keep from losing my mind completely.
"More," she demanded, her voice breaking on the word.
I added a second finger, stretching her carefully while my mouth continued its work on her clit. She was soaking wet, her arousal coating my fingers and making obscene sounds as I worked them in and out of her body. The combination of sensations had her shaking apart above , her hips lifting to et every thrust of my hand.
"I’m close," she warned, her voice high and desperate. "Lukas, I’m so close, please—"
I curled my fingers inside her, finding that spot that made her see stars, and sucked hard on her clit. She ca apart with a scream that she tried to muffle in a pillow, her whole body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over her.
I worked her through it, gentling my touch as she ca down from the high, pressing soft kisses to her inner thighs while she trembled and gasped for air.
When she finally went limp against the mattress, I sat back on my heels and took in the sight of her. Hair mussed, skin flushed pink from head to toe, chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to catch her breath. She looked thoroughly debauched and absolutely stunning.
"Better?" I asked, echoing my earlier question.
She cracked one eye open to look at , a slow smile spreading across her face. "Much better."
Behind , Diane made a soft sound of approval. When I turned to look at her, she was completely naked now, leaning against the headboard with undisguised hunger in her blue eyes.
Her body was a masterpiece of curves and pale skin, and the way she was looking at us both made it clear her patience had reached its limit.
"My turn," she said.
Ti to see if this insane arrangent could actually work, or if we were all about to crash and burn in spectacular fashion.
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