The doors leading into the spacious master bedroom opened, and Camilla stood there dressed in nothing but a long, sheer white robe, which seduced his imagination with glimpses of her hardened, peach-rose-colored nipples. The fabric rippled in the breeze, the edges parting to reveal more of her glorious cleavage. Ben was rooted to the spot, staring in wonder. The last rays of the setting sun glistened in her strawberry-blonde curls and illuminated her peaches-and-cream complexion.
The diamond teardrop pendant Ben had given her for Christmas sparkled with brilliant fire at her throat. Quinten’s gift to her, matching earrings, glistened in her ears.
Her full breasts swayed gently with her movements as she opened the doors, the span of her abdomen still smooth with barely a hint of the babes that grew inside her.
“Will you come inside with me now?”
Quinten let loose a soft sigh, as though he’d been holding his breath. “I’d go anywhere with you.”
She smiled at him and then shifted her soft green gaze to Ben. “I want you both, but I have something for you first.” She backed up into the bedroom, and they followed her in, closing the doors behind them. She’d added logs to the fire to ward off the chill from having the door open.
“I need you to take your clothes off.” She climbed onto the end of the bed and watched them as they did just that. Quinten’s clothes went flying all directions, he stripped so fast, making Camilla smile, while Ben took his time, keeping eye contact with her as he removed each article.
They came to her, and she motioned to the multitude of piled-up pillows at the head of the bed. “I want you there, side by side, as close as you’re comfortable sitting next to each other, legs out in front of you.”
They did as she asked, finally reclining back against the pillows. About six inches separated them, allowing room for movement if need be.
Camilla walked to the fireplace mantel and lifted a small white remote from it. The flames in the fireplace flickered behind her, illuminating her form as Ben laid his head back and drank in the sight of her. The candlelight and shadows accentuated the two tiny dimples at her tailbone as she turned, and he wanted to kiss them until she writhed with pleasure.
Ben smiled as “Europa” by Santana began to play over hidden speakers in the walls and ceiling. He and Quinten glanced at each other and Quinten whispered, “Hell yes, we get our nekkid lap dance.”
Camilla moved slowly into the expanse of floor between the foot of the bed and the fireplace and slowly turned, arching her body into a graceful curve. The motion caused the robe to slide from her shoulders. She laid it over the chair near the fireplace and twirled, drawing her hands up her torso. He could imagine the feel of her supple skin under his palms as she stroked the side of her breasts and finally stretched her arms above her head as she faced the fire. Her movements were slow, graceful, and so sensuous that he very nearly felt them on his cock even though she was several feet away.
His shaft was at full salute, as was Quinten’s. Ben’s heart slammed in his chest when she leapt onto the bed and continued her dance. She turned, showing them the sweet curve of her spine as she lifted her bountiful curls off of her back. Looking over her shoulder at each of them in turn, she had a seductive gleam in her eyes as she revealed the luscious full swells of her breasts in that provocative pose.
Finally, she went to her hands and knees, crawling up Ben’s legs first until she was right in his face. He stroked her curvy hips as she danced for him, giving him just the barest tease of her pussy against his pulsing cock, just enough to set his teeth on edge with need.
She bent down and brushed her lips against his ear and whispered, “I love you.”
She feathered her fingertips into the hair at his nape and undulated, pressing his face gently against her breasts, intoxicating him with her delectable scent and the silky feel of her skin. He pressed a kiss on each breast as well as her breastbone before she backed away slightly and used the space between them to shift into Quinten’s lap.
Her moves were so fluid and graceful as she braced one foot at his hip and on her knee at the other. She placed his hands at her waist and arched backward until her long curls were in a pool all around her head on the burgundy velvet comforter. Quinten looked enthralled as he held her and leaned forward to press a kiss to her belly button. She ground her sweet-scented pussy against his cock, and Quinten hissed and clenched his teeth so hard Ben could see the muscles in his jaw bunch up.
She returned to a breast-to-face position with Quinten, and Ben could see that she was every bit as enthralled by the moment as they were. Her cheeks were rosy, and he could hear her soft respirations as she danced for them. She leaned forward and whispered love words to Quinten as well.