My hands find her tank top and I pull it up and off, revealing her flushed, silky skin. Her underwear goes next, and then she's there in front of us vapor emanating from her like a freaking ice queen.
She's so divine…
Liam's hands explore, mapping every curve while Silas kisses her like he's drowning and she's air. I work on the clasp of her bra, and when it falls away she gasps against Silas's mouth.
"The bench," Silas grits out, breaking the kiss. "Make it soft."
We move fast. The rest of our clothes disappear in a flurry of movement, as we pile our pants onto the wide wooden bench.
We lift Naomi onto the edge of the makeshift bed while we worship every inch of her with hands and mouths.
"Yes," she whimpers when Liam's fingers trace higher, teasing. "Like that—"
"We've got you, angel," Silas promises, and then he's kneeling, and I watch her head fall back as he puts his mouth exactly where she needs it most…
I capture her moan with a kiss, swallowing the sound while my hands find her breasts, learning what makes her gasp. Liam is kissing along her shoulder, her neck, murmuring praise that makes her shiver.
When she comes the first time, she cries out—a sound of pure pleasure that echoes off the tile walls. Her whole body shudders, and I hold her through it while Silas gentles her down.
"Inside," she demands when she can speak again.
Silas rises and kisses her deep. "Fuuck, princess" he breathes.
He pushes inside slowly, stretching her, and the sound she makes is pure bliss. Her head falls back, and her legs wrap tightly around his waist.
"Fuck," Silas groans. "Angel, you feel—"
"Perfect," Liam finishes, moving closer. "She's perfect."
As Silas begins to move, finding a steady, driving rhythm, Liam settles behind her head, his hands stroking her hair while he kisses her upside down. I move to her side, unable to resist. I soothe my hands over her ribs and bend down to suck a bruise onto the slope of her breast, teasing the nipple with my tongue.
She’s surrounded by us. Filled by Silas, tasted by me, kissed by Liam.
She comes again, her fingers digging into Silas' shoulders. He follows seconds later, groaning as he buries himself deep.
They lock together, knotted, and I move to support her from behind while Liam positions himself where he can reach. His fingers find where she's already stretched around Silas, and the touch makes her keen.
"Too much?" Liam asks.
"Not enough," she pants. "More. Please."
Liam works her carefully, adding his fingers alongside Silas's knot, stretching her further, giving her the fullness her heat demands. She writhes between us, making sounds that drive me crazy.
"Felix," she gasps. "Need your mouth. Need—"
I don't need more instruction. I drop to my knees and maneuver between them. It’s a tight fit with Silas locked inside her, but I find my way to her center… and when my tongue finds her clit she nearly comes apart.
"Yes," she sobs. "Yes, just like that, please—"
She comes again, clenching around Silas's knot, around Liam's fingers, and the sound she makes is pure satisfaction. I gentle her through it, lapping softly while her trembling subsides.
"Good girl," Silas murmurs against her temple, wiping hair from her forehead. "Such a good girl."
Liam withdraws his fingers carefully and brings them to her mouth. She takes them without hesitation, tasting herself, and the sight makes me groan.
"Felix," she calls, reaching for me. "Come here."
I rise, and her hand wraps around me with sure fingers. The touch makes me hiss.
