Henry walks over, and I move to get up, but he rests a heavy hand on my shoulder.
“Stay, you look good like that. That’s exactly how I want you.”
“Is it?” I manage, feeling my whole body heat with a mingle of undiluted arousal and wild curiosity.
“Oh yes, now feel the pleasure of both of us sucking your tits.”
Before I can take another breath, he drops to his knees, and while Georgiou sucks my left breast, Henry sucks my right.
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Ablast of ecstasy suddenly takes me and drives me wild as both men suck my breasts.
Holy hell.
This is beyond the boundaries of pleasure or anything that exists on this earth.
It’s a deeper ecstasy and the prelude to what it will feel like when they both take me.
Mindless moans fall from my lips, and the building shivers in my body rise like hot lava ready to erupt from an active volcano.
They both suck, stroke, lick, and pet, and then liquid fire singes my veins in a scorching wave as I come.
I've got myself off in the shower before, but that was nothing. This is everything, and it leaves me moaning out loud. And still, they give me more and more.
All I feel are hands on my breasts, my stomach, my thighs, and the pleasure tears me in two.
Henry slides his fingers into my pussy and engages in a slow, steady pump that arouses me all over again.
They stop sucking, and I try to catch my breath.
“Feel good?” Henry asks.
“Yes,” I answer on a staggered breath.
"Good. The more aroused you are, the better you'll feel when Georgiou takes you. How bout we take this off properly and get you somewhere more comfortable?"
"I think that sounds like a good idea," Georgiou agrees and shuffles to straighten up. "Why don't you take your clothes off for us, Duchess?"
My brain is so jangled I barely register what he’s saying, but I’m able to move.
When I stand, Henry sits, and the two watch me slide my dress and panties down my legs.
My breasts bobble when I bend down to step out of my panties. The last thing to come off is my little ballerina pumps.
I’m naked and exposed before them. More naked than I’ve ever been in front of anyone.
I don't, however, feel nervous because of how they're looking at me.
I'm pretty certain they would have had their fair share of women between the two of them, so I didn't expect them to look at me the way they are.
Like I’m beautiful and desirable, and not some little girl who would never have a chance with them.
They look at me like I'm the woman they want. A woman, they both want.
No one would ever know what that feels like to me.