A nod. A breathless yes. I don’t know what she was asking to do, and I don’t fucking care.
Ezra’s hands grip my ankles, firm and eerily hot as he pulls me down the bed, until I’m lying flat.
“Lift your bottom,” he orders.
They work together—Roxy tugging gently from the front, undoing my jeans, while Ezra slides the denim down my legs. His fingers grazing my thighs, while Roxy’s fingers trace designs along my hips. Before I know it, I’m lying before them naked and out of breath, full of anticipation of what's to come.
“Now back to what I wanted to do,” Roxy whispers.
She shifts her body, lowering her face to my breast and latches on. Her tongue swirls around my pebbled nipple as my back arches off the bed in appreciation.
“God, you’re stunning,” Ezra murmurs. His fingers trailing gently back up the length of my thighs as he crawls in between my legs. “You have no idea what you do to us.”
“She’s a dream come true. One I don’t want to wake from.” Roxy pops her mouth off my nipple long enough to add before giving attention to the other.
“Then let's turn her from a dream to a reality,” Ezra murmurs, his warm breath dancing along my clit.
His tongue flicks across my clit, running small circles around it and I can’t help but moan.
Ezra’s finger finds my opening, pushing inside, moving in a steady rhythm, pushing deeper each time. Roxy’s mouth peppers kisses along my skin, over my collarbone, along my neck until she finds my mouth, claiming it for hers. Her soft fingers, a contrast to the harsher ones of Ezra’s, kneads my tender nipples,rolling the peaks between her fingers as she pulls lightly on them.
Everything is so intense. It’s all I’ve been craving without ever knowing I wanted it.
“I want to feel all of you for myself,” Roxy’s voice breathless from kissing. “But tonight, this is for you. The two of us working to bring you pleasure, while taking nothing in return. It’s all about you. Your orgasms. Our punishment for deceiving you, is to have none of our own.”
My body trembles beneath them. Their touches so different—Ezra’s grounding and firm, Roxy’s soft and caring—but together they work in perfect harmony, a shared purpose in every kiss, every breath, every slow, maddening stroke.
“You,” I open my mouth to speak but Roxy covers her mouth with mine.
“You don’t have to think,” Ezra murmurs as he flicks his tongue around my clit. “Just feel.”
Their mouths and hands claim me, alternating in rhythm—kisses to my shoulders, my hips, kneading and caressing. They never touch each other, never break the chain of focus that they’ve wrapped entirely around me.
They continue to tease me. Worship me. My breath catches again and again as they push me slowly to the edge, holding me there just on the verge and back off. It’s a cycle that repeats until finally they let me have it all and I let go—shaking, crying out, arching between them—and my release takes over.
“You’re everything,” Roxy whispers, nuzzling her face in my neck.
“I could do this all night,” Ezra’s voice drifts into my ear as he moves, crawling up the bed until he’s lying beside me, his hand resting on my stomach. “Tasting you on my tongue as you come undone.”
I lay there, weightless and burning, the two people I care about on either side of my body. For the first time in forever, I feel completely adored. Wanted. Cherished.
We lay on the crumpled sheets, a tangled mess of limbs and soft gasps. My chest rises and falls as my body recovers.
“I love you, both of you. I don’t want tonight to end,” I whisper.
Roxy lifts up, her eyes gazing down on me, her mouth curving into a knowing, tender smile. “Then it doesn’t have to,” she says, her voice low and smoky, eyes dark with promise.
She leans in, her lips pressing softly on mine, a lingering kiss that sends shivers cascading down my spine. Her hand trails slowly over my hip, circling, teasing, never quite where the building tension is aching the most.
“Is this okay?” she whispered, eyes flicking up. “Do you want more?”
A shaky nod. “God, yes…”
Ezra’s hand slides over my leg and beneath my thigh, lifting, shifting and placing it over his leg. My wet pussy exposed more for them. He kisses the crook of my neck, slow and purposeful, each press of his lips sending pulses straight to my core.
“You’re so soft,” he breathes, his voice low, intimate, spoken like a secret meant only for me. “You’re trembling.”
“I can’t tell which of you is driving me crazy more,” I tell them, barely able to get the words out.
