“I need to see you, sweetheart. We’re going to light a candle.” His tone was rough, rasping sexually.
“Just a bit.” He assured her as she tensed, her drowsy gaze starring up at him as her pretty lips stretched around his cock. “I just need to see when Tariq touches you, baby.”
* * *
When Tariq touched her? Paige knew it was coming but she still lost her breath, she still felt adrenaline speed through her, racing out of control.
Sitting on the bed, her legs folded to the side, she found strong, large male hands slowly drawing them out as the two men worked in perfect unison until Abram was kneeling on the bed over her and she was laid back, his c**k between her lips as she felt Tariq begin to touch her.
There was no sense of discomfort, no feeling of shame or embarrassment.
She had always known what being with Abram meant, and she had always looked forward to it.
“How very pretty you are,” he groaned, his expression tight with lust as she felt Tariq’s lips at her hip bone, kissing her gently a second before he licked the area, tasting her as if he hungered for her.
“I’ve dreamed of this, Paige. Dreamed of watching Tariq touch you, pleasure you.” His c**k jerked between her lips as he spoke. “Watching him touch you.” His words became even rougher, the need in them fueling her own sensual hunger.
“Touch her stomach.” He whispered the order to Tariq. “The flesh there is sensitive, and brings her great pleasure.” His accent thickened and became deeper.
A second later her lashes fluttered in pleasure. She hadn’t realized how sensitive the flesh there really was.
His fingertips stroked over her stomach, calloused and firm. They heated and excited the nerve endings beneath the skin.
“Such satiny flesh,” Abram whispered. A second later she felt Tariq’s tongue lick, his teeth scrape.
“Tariq has spoken often of this moment,” Abram told her. “When the nights were long and dark.”
As Abram spoke he slowly pulled back, forcing her to release the feel and the taste of his desire.
He took her hands and pulled them above her head, holding them in place as Tariq’s hand eased up her side until it was curving around the firm, aching mound of her breast.
His thumb stroked over her nipple, his calloused pad sending sharp, heated strikes of ecstatic pleasure to her womb, clenching her cunt.
Staring up at Abram she felt her vision dim as Tariq’s lips surrounded the fragile bud. His fingers cupped the underside of her breast, lifting her, stroking the nerve endings to fiery responsiveness.
Her body felt as though it were overloading with sensation. Incredible, lush pleasure surged through her in a wash of rich, heated rapture.
As Tariq’s lips covered her nipple, Abram released her wrists after pressing them carefully into the mattress.
Forcing herself, she stared up at him, her lips parting to draw in a ragged breath.
“The memory of the taste of your sweet pu**y is making me crazy,” he growled as he knelt on the bed, one hand stroking his dick as he stared down at her.
His thighs bunched and clenched with each tightening of his fingers at the base. The head glistened with pre-come as his gaze flickered to where Tariq was slowly driving her sensations with the draw of his mouth around her tender nipple.
His tongue last, his teeth pressed against the nerve-laden tip.
“I want to watch Tariq eat that sweet pu**y.” He reached out, his fingers stroking down the side of her face.
“Abram.” She could barely think. All she could manage was forcing herself to breathe through the pleasure and the thougt of Tariq’s touch becoming even more intimate.
“I want to watch his tongue part your pretty pu**y lips, watch it lick and stroke your slick cunt.”
As he spoke, Tariq drew his lips back from her nipple and stared up at her. “Is this what you want, love?” As he spoke, Abram’s fingers whispered over her clit.
A low, desperate moan escaped from her at the touch. Her clitoris seemed to swell further. It ached with a pleasure and pain she found agonizing and ecstatic.
“Paige, answer me, love.” Tariq leaned closer, his lips lowering to hers as she felt Abram’s fingers part the juicy folds between her thighs. “Tell me,” he demanded against her lips. “Do you want me to eat your pu**y, Paige?”