Quinten had nudged him with his elbow as they’d stood side by side at the cash register and said, “If she was any more beautiful, I think I’d be blinded.”
Reclining in Quinten’s arms now, Camilla’s cheeks were rosy with passion, her parted lips moist from their kiss. Her eyelids flickered open, and she smiled at him and Quinten. Her stormy eyes were dazed with arousal that made his cock burn and his balls ache with the need to be inside her.
Yes, to claim her, with Quinten, was exactly what he wanted to do. Not just for tonight, either. Forever.
He rose from the couch, careful of the painfully stiff erection he was sporting, and pushed the coffee table away from the sofa. He slid it under the picture window that looked out over the moonlit expanse of their acreage, for it was theirs as far as he was concerned. With the table out of the way, the expanse of the thick area rug was theirs to play on, too. He slipped out of the living room and retrieved condoms from where he’d placed them earlier that afternoon in one of the special cabinets in the master bedroom.
He froze as he re-entered the room, drinking in the glorious sight of her pulling the T-shirt over her head and he caught sight of the prettiest breasts he’d ever seen. Being the horndog that he was, Quinten wrapped his arms around her and latched on, hungrily sucking at her nipples and lapping at the perfect, flushed swells. Ben gulped and realized he’d been about to start drooling. The tenderness in Camilla’s smile as she stroked her fingers through Quinten’s hair and moaned with pleasure splintered his soul. She looked straight at Ben and beckoned to him.
Chapter Seven
Rivulets of hot desire tingled in Camilla’s pussy as Quinten kissed her breasts and suckled at her nipples. “Beautiful,” he whispered as he looked up at her through slitted eyelids before feasting on her some more. His promise echoed in her mind. I’d never leave you like that.
Quinten, don’t give me reason to hope beyond this moment.
Closing the door on those heartbreaking fears, she concentrated on the feel of his hair sliding between her fingertips and the heat of his body. This moment is all that matters right now.
After dimming the lights, Ben came closer, his eyes glowing with desire that her body instinctively reacted to. Images of the three of them entwined swirled through her mind as her pussy swelled and ached with need for both of them. Her body, especially her breasts, had been on display for more men than she could recall, but these men made her feel like she was the only woman in their world.
Camilla was barely aware as the men shifted her from the couch to the plush area rug nearby. Her limbs felt loose and languid as she allowed them to slip the sweatpants over her hips and down her legs. Being completely bare before them and hearing their soft groans created a wantonness inside her she’d never felt before.
Ben’s hot breath brushed against the skin beneath her ear, causing her to tremble and hold tight to him as he whispered, “Lie still for us, sugar. Just let us look at you, all of you. We’ve wanted you so long. Dreamed about this.”
She welcomed the overwhelming sensation of two pairs of hands and lips caressing her flesh. The silky fibers of the rug stroked her skin as she nestled into the thickly padded surface. She stretched out and let them maneuver her however they wanted to.
She heard the rustle of clothing as they one at a time left her arms and stripped then returned to her. Pressing against her on either side, their hot flesh touching hers drew blissful sighs from both of them. When she reached for them, to kiss and suckle on their flesh, they wouldn’t allow it and held her against the rug. She moaned, growing even wetter, loving the control they exacted over the moment.
Quinten’s tone was worshipful as he whispered, “You’re even more beautiful than I imagined, naked and spread out for us.”
Hands roamed over her breasts, gently squeezing and plumping, as lips suckled at her nipples and left damp trails in their wake as they descended down her rib cage. She arched and lifted her pelvis off the rug, but a hot hand encircled her leg, just beneath the apex of her thighs, held her down and still.
Ben murmured, “Sweet little pussy.” His hot tongue drove through her slit in a sudden assault, and he groaned then added, “I want to fuck you so much it hurts.”
Her cunt clenched at the surprisingly swift stroke, wanting him to return for more. She wriggled in his grasp and banged her heels on the carpet, a needy moan the only sound she could make.
Quinten chuckled and she smiled when he lifted her other thigh from the carpet. Her pussy liquefied as she felt his hot breath on her toes once and then his lips encircled her big toe. Her pussy swelled and grew hotter as he stroked her with his tongue and sucked the digit hard. Quinten stroked her calf with one hand as he continued her toe worship, and Camilla trembled as his hand gradually made its way to her knee and up her inner thigh.