To keep myself warm, I was wearing a large, fluffy cotton bathrobe, wrapped up and my hair brushed out. I hadn't put on any makeup, but I wanted to look beautiful for my men.
My men. I was still getting used to the sound of it, especially after the car conversation Felix and I, and later Francois, had. When he woke up, it took Francois a bit of time to get his head wrapped around the situation, but once he did, he was all for it. The first thing we'd done upon arriving in Paris was stop at a boutique, the boys buying me a bath set while they let me get them some soaps.
"You’ll have a ceremony if you want,” Francois promised me. "Not in a church, like you say, but among our people, among our family."
"All I want is the love of you both," I said, "now let me go freshen up."
After washing and getting ready, Felix and Francois had also gone to clean up, which was why I was lying in the bed waiting for them to come back wrapped in the robe. I heard movement in the other room, and Francois came in, naked as the day he was born, his feet beating a staccato on the floor. "Damn it's cold!"
"You're the one who insisted that wearing slippers would be unsexy," Felix countered behind him. He too was naked, but I had to smile at his practical streak as he was wearing thick slippers on his feet. It was a bit incongruous to see a sexy, muscular man with fuzzy black slippers on his feet wanting to give it to you like no other man could, but that was Felix. They were practical, and he wasn't the one hopping around looking like a wounded puppy. "Who looks unsexy now?"
"How about both of you get on this bed and we won't have to answer that question," I laughed, pulling the blankets on each side of me down to invite them in. "Come on, and if the blankets get kicked off, we can pull them up later. But Francois I swear if you touch me with the soles of your feet before they warm up again, you're not getting inside this bathrobe for a long damn time."
Francois immediately jumped on the bed, keeping his feet discreetly hanging off the edge of the bed and tucking them into the pocket left by the blankets at the foot of the bed. Felix, for his part, walked around to the other side and sat down smoothly, each muscle in his hips and back flexing as he bent over to remove his slippers before spinning and joining me on the other side of me. "Now this I can enjoy for the rest of my life," I said, feeling the warmth from their bodies on each side of me even through the terry cotton. "And I get to, don't I?"
"As long as you want, my love," Felix replied, turning to his side. He cradled his head in one hand while with his other he reached for one of the ties on my bathrobe.
Francois smiled and took the other free end, each of them pulling evenly until the bow pulled free. I'd tied the bow without needing another twist, and the belt came totally free, my robe only being held closed by gravity. "Nearly there," I whispered, taking their hands and placing them on the folds of the robe. "Then we can enjoy each other."
Felix's hands were better positioned to open the crossed over portion of my robe, and he lifted it slowly, teasing it to the side while his lips spread in a happy little smile. Revealing my left breast, he kissed me once before lowering his lips to my already stiff nipple, tracing his tongue around the edges. Francois, not to be outdone, pulled the other side free and kissed his way to my right breast, joining his brother and sending hot sparks through me. "Oh fuck . . .”
"Mmm-hmm," Felix mumbled around my nipple as he sucked on my skin. Breaking contact, he kissed up my neck to my mouth, his tongue tracing fire up my skin. “I’m sure we’ll be doing plenty of that too.”
Francois laughed at his brother's joke and kissed his way down my stomach. "Felix, if you can take care of things up there, I’ll take care of down here."
"Agreed, but I get my turn,” Felix replied before kissing me again. While his tongue traced my lips, our eyes joined with each other, the connection deep and pure. In Felix's eyes I saw my future, and I couldn’t have been happier.
The illusion was only temporarily broken when Francois's breath tickled over the soft skin between my thighs, parting my knees with its gentle promise of pleasure. I’d expected him to dive right in, so to speak, but instead he held back, teasing me with small little kisses and warm breaths all around my inner thighs until I was nearly groaning in anticipation. "You’re teasing,” I chided him, reaching down between my legs to run my fingers through his hair. “Please.”