Page 95 of Daisy
She's trembling, but not from fear. I look up, and she's watching me, eyes glazed and hungry. "This what you want?" I ask, barely getting the words out.
"Yes," she says, then quieter, "I want both of you."
She pulls me back in, and this time it's less gentle, more urgent. Teeth and tongue and need. I let her set the pace, let her take what she needs.
August's other hand slides down over her hip, settles on her thigh. She's still in those jeans, but I can smell her slick. Makes me wild. Want to taste her, bury my face in her until she sobs my name. But I don't want to move too fast. Don't want to break this.
So I focus on now. The way her hand shakes in mine. The way she opens for me. The way August looks at us both like we're a fucking miracle.
I can't believe this is real. Can't believe she's letting us touch her like this. Trusting us with her pleasure. Every sound she makes, every arch of her body, goes straight to my head. Makes me want to worship every inch of her.
I can feel her heart pounding against my chest. Her breath comes in short gasps. She's shaking, but not from fear. From want. Same want that tears through me every time August touches me, every time I let myself need more than I should.
Daisy looks up, question in her eyes. "Can we... can you take this off?" She tugs at her tank top, unsure but not ashamed. The way she asks, the blush on her cheeks. It hits me somewhere deep.
"You sure?" August's voice is steady, but his hands are already at her waist.
"I'm sure. I want to feel your skin against mine."
We help her out of it slow. Me in front, August behind. The fabric peels away, and when it's gone, she's bare from the waist up. Nothing underneath. Her tits are small, perfect, nipples already hard and begging for attention. She's breathing fast, but she doesn't look away. Doesn't hide. Just lets us look.
Her hair's gotten longer, almost black, spilling over her shoulders. Skin pale, scattered with little marks that make me want to kiss every one. She's small, but there's strength there. In her jaw, her shoulders, the way she looks up at us like she's daring us to find fault.
Couldn't if I tried.
August makes a sound low in his throat as he bends to take her nipple in his mouth. She gasps, desperate, hands flying to his hair like she might float away. I'm watching, transfixed, until she reaches for me and pulls me close. My lips find her neck.
Every inch of her smells like home. Heat and salt and something that's purely Daisy. I trail kisses down to her collarbone, careful not to press too hard, but she arches into it. Wants more. Her skin under my tongue, the way she trembles makes it damn near impossible to stay in control.
"I want to touch you too," she says, voice breaking.
August catches her hands gentle. "Not today. Today's about you. About showing you how good this can feel."
"But I want?—"
"Next time," I promise, kissing her shoulder. "Right now, this is about you. We want to make you feel good."
She looks uncertain, but when August trails his hand down her stomach she gasps, bites her lip so hard I worry she'll draw blood. He stops, waits for her nod, then presses his palm over her jeans, between her thighs. Her hips jerk up, needy sound escaping her throat. The scent of her want rolls out so strong I could drown in it.
"So responsive," August says, voice thick. "So perfect."
She arches against us, overwhelmed, clutching at August's arm. "Please, I need?—"
"We'll give you everything," I growl, my hand joining his. Cover her trembling hands with mine, anchor her to the bed. "Everything you want."
Her jeans are tight, but we manage to slide them down slow, like unwrapping something precious. Her underwear's soaked through, cotton clinging, making it impossible to hide how bad she wants this. Dark spot where her slick's pooled. Nearly sends me over the edge.
"Beautiful," I murmur, running a finger along the wet fabric. "You smell incredible."
She whimpers, thighs shaking, hips rolling up to chase my touch.
"Please. I don't know what I need, but I need it so bad."
"We know what you need," August says, hooking his thumbs in her underwear, sliding them down. She's bare, vulnerable, so beautiful it hurts to look.
I want nothing more than to bury my face between her legs, taste every drop. But I move slow, let August lead. He settles between her thighs, spreads her gentle, and I hold her hand while he works.
First swipe of August's tongue and she comes apart. Her body jerking like she's been hit with lightning. I catch her before she can escape, lock my arms around her, hold her steady while August works her over slow and merciless.
