These two.
London turns to me, displaying her mostly naked body. I almost forgot how perfect she is—tall, toned, and curvaceous. I felt a little inadequate then with my petite frame and small breasts, and I still feel inadequate now. But it’s a little too late for insecurities because London drops to the floor and crawls across the room to me. I feel, rather than hear, the collective intake of breath as she approaches me swathed in seductiveness, servile and obedient. I nearly come on the spot. I now understand the appeal, the feeling of power and domination, as one person freely hands themselves over to another. I also understand that in this position I would never want to hurt or take advantage of that person’s trust or safekeeping. It makes me see the relationship I have with Kayne from a completely different angle.
Once London reaches me, she rises to her knees. I gaze down at her and run my hands earnestly through her thick red hair, hoping she understands my subtle gesture of respect. I find it amazing that I can be just as sexually attracted to a woman as I can to a man.
London kisses my navel as she unbuttons my shorts, taking her time with her mouth as she lowers the zipper. She pulls the white material down my thighs and follows the path with her tongue until she realizes I’m not wearing any underwear. She moans softly, eagerly, but stops kissing me as she slides my pants the rest of the way off. She pushes up my shirt but can’t reach past my breasts, so I end up yanking the top over my head for her. I’m not wearing a bra, either, because of the tunic’s open back. As soon as my nipples hit the air, they harden, sending a ripple of excitement straight through to my core.
With her cheek pressed against my abdomen, London and I look over at Jett and Kayne now that we’re just as they want us. Both men appear composed, but if you look hard, you can see the quick compressions of their chests and the tightening of their forearms. Not to mention the carnivorous lust in their light eyes.
“Do you want to touch Ellie, London?” Jett asks.
“Yes, Jett,” she hums.
“Where?”
“Everywhere.”
“With what?”
“My tongue.”
“You’ve wanted to do that for a long time, huh?”
“Yes.” She glances up at me.
“Ellie, do you want her to lick you?”
“Yes.”
“Where?”
“Everywhere.”
“So go ahead, bird. Show Ellie how much you want to taste her.”
London wets her lips before she presses her mouth to my pussy and tongues my clit.
“Oh.” The pleasure is immediate as she applies pressure and explores my slit, stroking and sucking rhythmically until my legs start to shake.
“She feel good, Ellie?” Kayne asks.
“Yes,” I strain, trying to absorb the dizzying sensation of London lapping me up.
“She making you want to come?”
“Yes.” My voice is engulfed by a panting whisper. My body feels so heavy, and I want so much more of London’s mouth, so without even thinking I sit on the edge of the bed, lean back and spread my legs wider.
Both men groan as London buries her head between my thighs, sinking her tongue deeply into my entrance. I gasp loudly, grabbing her head as she nearly eats me alive. Just as I begin to undulate against her mouth, Jett snaps, “Enough.” Within half a second London pulls away, leaving me a winded mess on the bed. “No one is coming yet.”
I grumble silently, my body feels like it’s being put through a wringer.
“Come. Both of you,” he commands.
London crawls over to Jett and I follow suit to Kayne. Sitting on our knees, we wait for one of them to instruct us.
“You like my little bird eating you up, Ellie?” Jett asks as he pets her reverently. I glance up at Kayne before I answer. It feels like his stare is going to drill a hole right through my chest.
“Yes,” I tell him truthfully.
