Page 111 of Crimson Flames

“Tell me what you imagined in here with the three of us.” My hands trail down her stomach and under her dress until they graze over her panty line. “I want to fulfill all of your fantasies,Lisichka.”

She rolls her lips, a smile pulling at them. “I picture me showing you the things I have learned from Misty. Soft music playing while I spin under the water. Then, I think I would like the silks to hold me like a swing while the two of you kiss me. The feeling of the rain around us as we get lost in each other. I really just want to explore with the two of you and make new memories.”

“As you wish,Lisichka.”

Cillian approaches, his dark eyes seeming black in the lighting, like a demon coming to haunt us both. His teeth sparkle when he smiles down at our girl between us. “The water is warm, like a shower. Is this why all of the showers in our houses have large rain heads?”

She nods, making him chuckle.

“So, what you’re saying is, you want us to get you wet?”

He believes he is so clever with his little jokes.

“Preferably, in more ways than one,” she challenges.

His eyes flash with fire, and I must admit that my fingers ache to do exactly as she requests.

“But first,” she slips from between us, pulling the hem of her dress up and over her head to reveal thigh high tights, lacey see through shorts, and a sparkling bra that makes her breasts twinkle like the stars in the sky.

“Well, fuck me,” Cillian drawls, and I agree with the kid.

“Oh, don’t you worry, Killer,” Nessa flashes us a mischievous grin. “I plan to do just that. Right after I show you what I’ve learned.”

“Shall we take a seat?” I gesture to the single row of about ten chairs inside of the glass panels.

Nessa nods before going to the panel in the back of the room. When she steps under the water, she unclips her hair so that it cascades around her.

The moment I think the scene in front of me cannot get any sexier, she kneels down below the silk, wraps some of it around her wrist, then allows her head to fall forward so that her hair falls into the water.

The song “My Name” by Reed Wonder starts to play and Nessa flips her hair up, causing droplets to land on us before she pulls herself to stand, walking in a slow circle as the silks rise higher in the air until it is as if she is walking up invisible steps, suspended in the galaxy of stars.

She is lowered soon after. Her moves follow the slow, sensual music to perfection, holding our attention as if she were the only woman in the universe.

She spins, fanning the silk out so that it’s stretched into a swing. Somehow she ties herself up in the material and lets go, making me gasp as the fabric catches her just inches before her face were to touch the ground.

“She is a vision,” I say.

“One of a kind,” Cillian agrees.

As her performance ends, I am aching to touch her. My hands need to roam her dripping body, and I crave to be the one to peel the fabric from her legs to see if she is as wet as I am hard.

She steps out from under the spray, looking to both of us as we rise, applauding her performance. She giggles, a little breathless.

“You guys liked it?” she asks as if she could possibly be shy after that seductive show she put on.

“How about I let youfeelhow much we loved it,” Cillian says, stepping up onto the stage, catching her hand to bring it to his crotch.

Laughing, she pulls back and I sweep her into a punishing kiss. There is no stopping me. I devour her as droplets of water run down her face.

Cillian is already stripped out of his jacket as he steps in to take her from me so that I can do the same. I remove my shirt, and before I know it, Nessa has stripped Cillian of his black tee and sends it flying across the room.

He lifts her into his arms once more, and we all step under the rain together. The aerial silk fabric is settled at the perfect height for Cillian to place her on. Once she is seated, I get to work on removing every bit of her clothing as they kiss and touch each other. Warm water pools at my feet, giving me the urge to lay Nessa out in it while I fuck her from above.

When she is finally naked, every inch of her skin on display for us, we both pause to remove what is left of our clothing.

“Are you ready for us to fuck you?” I whisper in her ear from behind her. Water drips down my face as I look at Cillian.

“Please,” she begs, rolling her hips where she straddles Cillian.

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