Looking back to Diana, I was surprised to see how nervous she looked, her knees pinned together, her expression almost wary as she watched the other woman progress toward her. Her uneasiness wasn’t lost on Emma either. As she came to pause before her, she cocked her head to one side and slowly mouthed the word “relax”.
Diana gave her a half smile in response, her legs slackening marginally as her eyes dropped to Emma’s delectable lips that were no more than a foot away.
“That’s better,” Emma said in approval as she slowly leaned inwards, her tongue flicking out to moisten her bottom lip just as she sipped at Diana’s upturned mouth. The move was fleeting, yet the thrill that coursed through me was like nothing I’d ever experienced. I didn’t want to blink for fear of missing a thing. Even the jealousy sparking within wasn’t enough to ruin the fire in my veins.
I watched in avid fascination as Diana’s eyes fluttered closed and she offered her mouth up to Emma’s once more, her hands falling to her sides as she surrendered herself up to the other woman’s attentions. And Emma didn’t disappoint; as her hands slipped up and over Diana’s thighs, the girl melted before her, her legs falling open to grant access beneath the fabric of her dress, her head lolling back as her lips parted on a soft moan.
Emma smiled her approval, her gaze turning heated and hungry. I couldn’t breathe I was so turned on, the ache between my legs painfully intense. I willed Emma’s hands upward, I willed her to expose Diana’s body to me, I willed her to do all manner of things to the girl for my enjoyment. I was beyond reproach right now, all thoughts of the other men in the room, of Daniel upstairs, had evaporated as my body and mind gave itself up to the scene before me.
Chapter Four
The fact that I wanted to be the focus of Emma’s attention still gnawed at me but even that couldn’t spoil my enjoyment.
I watched in jealous fascination as she slid Diana’s dress up to her hips and coaxed the girl’s behind forward so that her lower body pressed against her own. Her hands now moving to her hair, she pulled Diana’s head back to lick and nip at her exposed throat. And Diana relished every bit, her head shifting side to side as she encouraged Emma to enjoy more and more of her creamy skin, her lower body instinctively beginning to writhe against the friction provided by Emma’s form.
I waited with bated breath for the girls’ mouths to meet again, but each time they got close Emma would break away, seemingly teasing Diana, or the men, or both. As Diana attempted to claim Emma’s mouth once more, Emma yanked at her hair, forcing her head back to break the contact. The girl cried out, her frustration escalating along with the tempo of her pulsating body. Emma simply smiled, her total control and lack of mercy so mind-blowingly erotic as she dipped her head to nuzzle at the sensitive skin beneath the girl’s earlobe.
Diana’s breathing started to become a pant, her desperation for release fueling my own need. As Emma brought her free hand up to cup Diana’s jawline, the girl instinctively moved into the caress. Her lips claiming Emma’s fingers and doing what she so desperately wanted to do with her tongue, she tasted, teased, and sucked with such a hunger that it wasn’t long before Emma could no longer resist the draw of Diana’s mouth.
Breaking away from the girl’s neck, she replaced her finger with her tongue and they lapped at one another, their dainty,pink tongues interlocking with such frenzy; twisting, flicking, tasting ... it was like no kiss I’d ever seen, let alone experienced, and the dampness spread thick and fast between my legs — Christ, they were hot! I could have come just watching their exposed tongues enjoy one another, but then Emma shifted, her hand tugging hard on Diana’s hair once more and forcing her to lose her balance. The girl fell back against the table, her elbows planting to support her upper body.
Emma paused to enjoy the view of Diana’s wanton body spread before her, her face flushed with excitement, her enjoyment at the power she yielded over the girl more than apparent.
“Please,” Diana said, her plea only just audible through the glass pane but her desperation unmistakable.
Emma smiled provocatively and moved her hands to trace a slow path along the neckline of Diana’s dress, her heated gaze intent on Diana’s.
“You want me?” Emma asked softly, teasingly.
“Yes,” Diana whispered, the sound lost through the wall of the cellar but her assent clear.
“Here?” Emma asked, her hands moving over her clothes to cup her breasts, her thumbs circling each hardened center.
Diana threw her head back, moaning with delight, and I bit my lip for fear of the sound being echoed by myself.
Emma’s hands then moved to the buttons of Diana’s dress and one by one she released them, pausing to caress the girl’s bare skin as she went. By the time she had unveiled the full length of Diana’s trim body, the girl was writhing uncontrollable, teetering on the edge of coming.
“I didn’t take you as someone with voyeuristic tendencies.”
Shit! Daniel! I spun on my heel. He was directly behind me, his gaze fixed very much on me. How long had he been there!
“Sorry!” I whispered, my mind racing with what I should do. Usher him away or—
“What has you so enraptured?” he said quietly, taking his lead from me and lowering his voice.
“You wouldn’t believe it,” I said, turning back to the window. I felt him come up behind me, his head resting above my own.
“Well, I’ll be damned, now I can see why you weren’t quick to return.”
I needn’t have worried about his reaction, the obvious awakening of his cock pressing into my backside was enough to put my mind at rest, he was enjoying the scene just as much as me.
“You are completely forgiven,” he said, his tone distracted. “Fuck, you must be so wet right now...”
I nodded; the incessant ache between my legs throbbing so desperately that I had to squeeze my thighs tight to nurse it.
“I can help you with that...” His voice rumbled low against my ear, his lips brushing against my lobe as he pressed me up against the wall. I felt his hands at the zipper of my jumpsuit, high up my back and I had to stop myself crying out with relief that release would soon be mine. That this crazy, unprecedented passion would soon be sated.
Before me, Diana’s dress had been tossed to one side and Emma was tracing the outline of each nipple as they protruded through the fabric of her black lace bra. I was so desperate to see her breasts stripped of the confines of her underwear that I didn’t even blink, my focus intent on the movement of Emma’s hands as she finally slid her palms beneath the cups and lifted the delicious mounds from the material, exposing the gloriously naked flesh to my appreciative gaze. They were fuller than Emma’s, the nipples darker, the skin flushed with her abundant desire.
