Page 26 of Enthrall
“No,” I managed faintly, breathlessly. “Don’t stop. Please.” My moan filled the room.
Cameron’s fingers reached farther, though they didn’t enter me. They merely dipped into that moisture, using it to wet my arousal more, these tingles intensifying blissfully against his touch. I tried not to gape in ecstasy but Cameron’s expert flicking sped up and stole my breath away...
Yes...
His fingers cherished that part of me I’d never felt comfortable with until now. Feeling lightheaded, I rested my head back against his chest and surrendered, my eyelids straining to remain open, my mouth parted and desiring a kiss I knew would never find me, my gaze on Richard. Here, now, feeling more loved than I ever had I feared when this would end, never wanting Cameron to cease.
“Oh, please.” I moaned again and a sob escaped.
These two unobtainable men were sharing this exquisite moment.
Surreal. Exotic. Mine.
Swept away, touched so gently, so firmly, yet my innocence remained, my purity endured. Richard gave a ghost of a smile and his expression reminded me of a painting where the subject glimpses a miracle or even beyond the veil.
Was he in awe?
I knew I was.
Electricity danced between us, this flirting with pleasure so intense I longed to share it with Richard as it unfolded. Silently, I tried to convey these feelings.
This wanting...
“Richard will tell you when you may come, Mia,” whispered Cameron.
I gave a nod, feeling too ravaged by pleasure.
The music’s cadence unfolded dramatically, and I was so lost I failed to tell who led who. Perhaps the notes were guiding me on or maybe it was the other way around, as though through the bass they found their way inside me.
“Richard,” said Cameron, breaking his friend’s trance.
Richard blinked with surprise and he tilted his head as though he too wanted this scene to play out forever, his expression full of wonder.
“Mia.” Richard gave a simple gesture. “You may come.”
Holding his stare, I conveyed without words that I came for him, my breathing ragged, my thighs shaking, my gasps transforming into groans of ecstasy. As though Cameron had delivered on an unspoken promise, he continued guiding me to that place of bliss, holding me suspended there, and I finally stepped over the threshold of surrendering and came hard, hoping somehow, someway, I’d found a place in their world. My eyelids squeezed shut as I went within, trembling all over. All sights and sounds dissipated, and my only awareness was this blinding heat of pleasure pulsing beneath his touch.
When I braved to look again, it was to meet Richard’s reassuring expression.
“Well, that was articulated well,” he said with a dangerous softness.
Still riding the wave, ready for whatever happened next, my legs weakened. I was relieved it was over and yet tormented with a fear it may never happen again.
Cameron tugged down my skirt and stepped back. I turned, relieved to see him smiling, his nod letting me know everything was fine.
A wave of dizziness hit me again.
Cameron stepped forward and took me in his arms, guiding me across the room. When we reached the studded couch, he eased me down to sit and I sank into the leather. He settled beside me, rubbing my back with affection. When I finally braved to look up, Richard had gone.
Pressing my hands against my chest, I willed these palpitations to slow, hoping to remember how to take deep breaths again and make it look easy.
Lotte entered and made a beeline for us. In her hand she carried a beige folder. She joined us on the couch, sitting beside me.
She tucked a stray hair behind my ear. “How’s my darling Mia?”
“Oh, fine.” Eyeing that beige folder suspiciously, I hoped it didn’t contain my official marching orders.
Not now, not after having tasted the sweetest forbidden fruit.
