Rilen was on the bed in the next moment and caught my hand. “No,ilati, no. Do not be embarrassed. Let us see those pert breasts.”
Drawing my hand back to my side, his gaze landed on my peaked buds. He made a happy little sound and tossed a gaze over to Roren. “I see why you couldn’t resist, brother.”
“Why I can’t,” Roran corrected.
“Wait…” I managed to squeeze the word out. “Wait. . .”
They were both frozen in place.
I knew, at that moment, they would always let me go if I asked.
I had no interest in leaving.
“You’re both wearing too much.”
Twin grins split their faces, and eyes twinkled.
“You are correct,ilati,” Roran said.
Rilen slid back off the bed, and they both reached for their buckles.
My mouth watered. My sex clenched, and I started panting. Two of the most magnificent males I had ever seen wanted me.
In perfect time with each other, they pulled their pants off their hips and down their legs. Discarding them to the side, they stood.
Sweet Mother of S’Kir.
Their cocks were even more magnificent than I remembered from the night in the living room. Thick, erect, engorged with desire, I could feel myself growing wet as they came toward the bed again.
Roran, on my right, crawled up the bed and stretched out next to me on his side. His hand snaked across my stomach, then slowly up my side.
Curious fingers crept to my breast, and he twirled a nipple slowly.
Pure heat shuddered through me.
“Things are well in hand up here, brother,” Roran said and dipped his head to my other, waiting nipple.
I let out a slow breath, trying not to give into the lust too quickly.
“I see that.” Rilen chuckled.
I watched the other twin as he ran his hands up the outside of my legs, over my thighs, and dusted his fingertips over my sex.
Gasping, I tried not to move too much.
Impossible.
Rilen’s hand pressed my legs open as he traced down the inside, on the tender, sensitive skin.
“Oh, Kimber.” He breathed my name as he lay down between my wide open limbs. “Oh, how perfect. You’re glistening with your desire.”
He traced a finger up my lips, and down the other, slipping his hands under my ass. He tilted me up, opening me wider, bringing me closer to his mouth.
“Roran, another pillow for ourilati. I want her to watch me feast on her pussy.”
I groaned at his words.
Without letting my breast slip from his wicked mouth, Roran grabbed a pillow and tucked it behind me. He tucked two more so that I was reclined.
