Samson wrapped a hand around her nape and stroked her cheekbone as he took one of her shaky hands in his. “Marry me. Make a home with us.”
“Yes.” Her voice was shaky as she nodded.
“And me, baby. Marry me, and make us the happiest we have ever been in our lives,” Ivan murmured, his own hands shaking as he lifted her other hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles.
“Absolutely, yes. I would love to.”
The dishes were forgotten in the sink as they rose and Samson lifted her from her seat, startling a squeak out of her.
“You’ll throw out your back, Samson.”
“Nonsense.”
“I’m much too heavy for you to be carrying around.”
Cocking a brow at her, he said, “Are you implying I’m weak? Or insulting this beautiful body of yours?”
“Nope, not me,” she said with a trace of a giggle in her voice as he carried her into the bedroom.
“That’s better. Pull back the covers, will you, Ivan?”
He did one better and yanked off the comforter and threw it on the chair in the corner and pulled back the top sheet, and Samson lowered her to the mattress.
Samson switched on the bedside lamps and looked at Cassie, as if waiting for her to speak. She looked about to, but then she closed her lips and unbuttoned her top.
Ivan growled with pleasure because he wanted all the lights on. He wanted to see all of her, but it pleased him even more that she trusted them with her body, every part of it, especially this night.
With each article of clothing removed, her confidence grew until she kneeled on the bed naked, running the backs of her fingers over one of her nipples. The wanton sight made his cock jerk with anticipation.
She bit her lip and made a small sound in her throat as Samson pulled the gray sweater over his head and dropped it then pulled his boots off. “Like what you see, chiquita?”
“Mmmm, yes, very much. Take it all off,” she said as she rubbed her thighs together, as if searching for friction. She scooted into the center of the bed and knelt there. “Ivan, strip for me.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said, pulling the tails of his burgundy button-down shirt from his jeans, nearly tripping himself as he tried to toe off his sneakers at the same time. He wound up sitting down before he fell down, and she came up behind him, giggling as she reached in front of him and finished unbuttoning his shirt while he untied the laces and yanked his shoes and socks off his feet.
She stripped the shirt off his shoulder, and he groaned as she pressed her abundant and plush breasts against his back and looked over his shoulder. “Are you hard for me, Ivan?” Her tone was suggestive, with a hint of a giggle, and then she nibbled at his ear lobe.
He rubbed his back against her breasts and would’ve been content to let her tease him for a bit longer, but she made a cute little squeak when Samson climbed on the bed behind her and gave her bottom a light pop.
“You’re very tempting in that position, chiquita, with your sweet ass up in the air and your pussy on display, but it’s us who will be teasing you tonight.”
Ivan’s cock jerked at the thought. Cassie smooched his neck and then moaned when Samson came close behind her, playfully nipping her shoulder before tugging her to the center of the bed. As nice as it was having her pressed against his back, having access to all of her was even better.
Samson kissed her as he lifted her shoulders and pulled a pillow beneath them while Ivan kissed his way from her inner ankle to her inner thigh, lifting her thigh so he could stroke up and down with ticklish fingertips that had her writhing and giggling as Samson continued kissing her until she was breathless. Each time his fingertips slid higher up her inner thigh, her hips flexed as if she wanted his fingers directly on her pussy. But they planned to lavish her with attention and anticipation first.
He looked up when she moaned again and whispered, “Oh, you do that sooo well, Samson.” His brother was licking and sucking at her nipples, and goose bumps rippled over her soft skin. Samson didn’t just suck at her nipples. He devoured her.
As Ivan watched, Samson dragged his fingertips over her abdomen, making her shudder as he continued licking. Her breathing grew ragged, and her pussy glistened as he pushed her right to the breaking point and then released her nipple, and she whined unintelligibly at the denial. Because he was watching, he saw the sadistic gleam in Samson’s eyes as he started in on her other nipple and repeated the process.
With each trip she took up the slopes of arousal, her moans made him harder as she grew wetter and wetter. Samson glanced over at him and grinned before dragging his teeth across her nipple, causing her to yelp in surprise before giggling.