Page 69 of The Betrothal

My eyes returned to her face. Her lips, now fully parted, were swollen where she rolled them between her teeth. Her hands that had been on Seb’s thighs were wound around his neck, his palms on the underside of her arms keeping them in place.

Feeling my confidence rising, I leaned in and traced her lips with mine, my tongue darting out to taste her.

I looked briefly to Seb, an unspoken communication passing between us. This girl.

He nodded and I sealed my mouth over hers, swallowing her whines.

She kissed me back, softly at first. As our kisses heated, she began to resist Seb’s hold on her, until she registered that it was a lost cause. He wouldn’t be letting her go until he chose to, so she pressed in fiercely to our kiss, her tongue surging against mine, she writhed and whimpered.

I ran two fingers along her centre, waiting to feel her reaction in the way she kissed me and wasn’t disappointed. Desperate sounds began falling from her and I inhaled every single one.

My hips softly rocked, while Seb whispered quietly in her ear, inaudible to me but I didn’t care. I felt her legs widening as best they could and dragged my fingers down, circling her entrance then pushing inside, the tightness swallowing them I pressed them deeper, softly thrusting.

She moaned, breaking our kiss and nodding keenly.

“Ben?”

My eyes opened to her; fuck she was beautiful. Her hips rolled on my hand, her arms trembling under Seb’s palms.

“Can I touch you?” she begged.

Seb eyed me, his jaw was tight and cheeks bore a soft blush, but he was still composed. Just.

I nodded. “Fuck yes.”

Seb immediately released one of her arms, keeping her in place with the other, his now freed hand cupped her breast before her newly freed hand had so much as grazed over the front of my trousers.

“Oh, God,” she whimpered, her fingers cupping me and I instinctively ground against her.

“Jesus.” I ghosted my thumb over her clit then began to caress it. Both of our bodies bucking at the feel of the other’s touch.

“Seb,” she panted. “Let me touch you?”

“One on me, the other on him.” His reply was a clear instruction.

“Yes, please yes.”

Then Seb’s hand was on my hip, his grip pulling my body into Izzy’s hold.

Her grip loosened and she pulled at the waistband. “Can I?”

I looked at her and she waited, eyes glazed with need, her hips never stopping against my hand, the little sobs of pleasure getting higher and louder.

“Yeah.” God I wanted her to.

Her hand slid inside my underwear, her warm fingers wrapping around me.

“Oh my God,” she gasped.

“Right?” Seb chuckled in response.

Her mouth was back on mine, Seb’s hands travelling across both of our bodies, grabbing and coaxing.

Tentatively I pressed harder against her clit, reading the way she pressed against me, her hand pumping up and down, softly rotating on some upstrokes until I was ready to combust.

“Sugar,” I moaned against her, Seb groaning beside us. “You feel so good, I’m close.”

“Oh, oh yes, please, me too.” She nipped my lip and I drove into her palm, claiming her mouth again.