My smile probably blinds him with its happiness. To know they want me, that they want to give themselves to me in the same way is a heady sensation I don’t think I’ll ever lose. Nodding my head vigorously, he swoops down, claiming my lips in a soft kiss, a slow caress of two people
discovering their craving for something more.
A shiver runs up my spine as Eli’s light touch travels under my shirt, lightly running his fingertips across my taught nipples. I am sure he feels the stiff peaks through my bra begging for his attention.
A continuous rush of hunger runs through my body as they devour me the best way they know how. It isn’t long before kissing and touching aren’t enough. I need to experience more. To enjoy their heated skin on mine. I crave the connection created by the joining of bare skin for the first time.
“Inside,” Eli growls into my ear.
No need to ask me twice.
I dutifully follow his lead through their darkened home. Up a set of carpeted stairs, three doors down, and into an enormous master bedroom. A California King sized bed is prominent in the room with a small bench sitting at the foot of it.
“Wow.” I’m rendered speechless by its sheer beauty. The walls are painted deep blue with a splash of black centering the bed. The linens on the bed itself are a stunning royal blue, and the pillows are piled nearly as high as me.
Eli
The wonder on Jet’s face is intoxicating. When we bought the house, we knew this was the room we’d share as a couple with our woman. No woman has ever been in here before. Everything remains brand new and pristine.
I’m glad we finally settled on the blue décor. Having Jet’s dark hair and light skin lying nude across it is going to be a sight to behold.
Standing side by side, we watch as she takes the room in. Now that she is actually faced with the both of us, I am slightly afraid that she might run, that it might be too real for her to handle. I’m not sure either of us would recover from that rejection.
So I wait, partially holding my breath in fear as well as with eagerness. When our beauty finally turns back to us, a longing so bright and profound shines from the very depths of her soul. Her yearning for what only we can give her is an aphrodisiac on its own.
We share a quick look of approval before removing our shirts and tossing them to the floor. Jet’s head whips back and forth taking us both in at the same time, making us laugh out loud.
“Eyes here, baby,” Greer coaxes her as I finish stripping my clothes off.
Rounding behind her, I grip one of her hands and squeeze lightly as Greer grabs the hem of her shirt and I take hold of the waist of her pants. Together, we remove her clothes before she gets shy on us.
She is all fire in her own comfort zone, but now she’s in our world, and I have a feeling her lack of experience—which is hot as hell by the way—will make her extremely shy in front of us.
“Damn, girl,” I whisper in reverence. I have seen my share of naked women, but she takes the cake. A light tan covers her skin, and tattoos in various places stand out like beacons to a lighthouse.
The inked guns on her back, in an array of colors, shows more than just her love for art, it highlights her passion for body art. They are replicas of her—dark colors with specks of light through the chambers. I’ll bet she doesn’t realize that right here on her back is her soul bared to whoever she chooses to show.
The more skin we reveal, the more colorful the art becomes. Flowers dot her arm on a vine from her shoulder to her elbow. With every slow breath, the petals ripple as if a gentle breeze were brushing against her.
“Beautiful,” I whisper against the small of her back. Placing a light kiss there, I move lower down her body. My hands smoothing over her dimpled ass, down her supple thighs to finally push her chucks and jeans over her feet, leaving her magnificence completely bare for us to devour as we please.
“Eli,” she moans so quietly I almost miss it. A huge smile lights my face as I stand and turn her to face me. Her eyes close as if she is just waiting for whatever we decide to do to her. With my front plastered to hers, Greer slides in from behind, slipping his hands around her waist. I register them as they move up her torso, as they cup her breasts.
“Greer,” she coos as he begins to pull on her little nipples.
“That’s right, baby,” he hisses, nibbling on her neck. “Say my name.”
I am damn near ready to explode with desire, and my best friend wants to tease her into oblivion. Normally, I’d be down for that, but tonight, I just need to feel her velvety curves against me.
I finally have perfection in my arms, and I need to consolidate that sensation into a power so strong it will carry us away into a carnal sereneness unlike anything we’ve felt before.
Greer