Elegant. Decadent. And very, very sexy.
That’s THREE by Noelle Mack.
Available now from Kensington . . .
“I want to make you wait, love. Does it excite you to watch in this way?”
“Yes,” Fiona whispered.
The woman in the window turned from the mirror and went back to the bed, rummaging through the drawers of the nightstand. She took out a huge penis of ivory, with attached balls made of softer stuff, round and heavy, which swayed in the air when she gave them a playful slap.
“Ah. Now for some devilish good play.” Thomas’s voice roughened with male lust.
Then the woman settled back on the bed and spread her legs more widely than before, touching each bottom bedpost with an elegantly arched foot. Fiona and Thomas had an excellent view, despite the flickering of the candles next to the bed.
They watched her slide the ivory rod in and out, vigorously thrusting it into her snug pussy, obviously enjoying the bounce of the stuffed leather balls against her arse cheeks. Then, without further ado, she twisted up and around, turning her bum to them and holding the false penis. The sudden screwing motion seemed to excite her even more.
The woman crouched on her knees, reaching back between her thighs to slide the thing in even deeper, but the last inch or so of the thick ivory rod, gleaming white, stuck out from her swollen nether lips.
“I would love nothing more than to see you push that dildo in for her,” Thomas said into Fiona’s ear.
“We must be content to watch,” Fiona replied. She heard Thomas gasp when the woman began to rock on all fours, making the dangling balls swing and slap hard upon her cunny.
He could stand it no longer. He rammed his cock into Fiona, all the way. She thrust back against him, matching his strokes, employing the same rhythm as the woman they watched, to give him even more stimulation.
Then . . . they both stopped when a door opened in the room of the house across the street and a tall, well-built man entered, quite naked.
“Perhaps he was watching her as well from the closet or the next room,” Thomas said softly, holding Fiona still once more but growing even larger inside her.
Fiona nodded. The woman, half-crazy with pleasure, didn’t even notice that she was no longer alone. Her face, when they could glimpse it, was wet with sweat, close to the ultimate satisfaction she craved, giving herself deep, repeated thrusts of the dildo and harder slaps from the attached balls, her mouth open in a moan.
Fiona could see that the woman’s eyes were closed, until she felt the man who had entered her room caress her cheek. She raised her head, eyes wide to see his enormous erection was only an inch away from her panting lips.
Thomas began to slide in and out of Fiona’s pussy again, with tantalizing slowness but he speeded up when he saw the woman take the other man’s cock into her mouth and begin to suck greedily, as if it were the most delicious thing on earth.
Unattended, the ivory penis fell out, pulled down by the heavy balls. The man took his cock from her mouth, withdrawing slowly as the woman tightened her full lips around him, reluctant to let him go. Her lover or master or whoever he was grabbed the ivory one to replace his, putting it in her mouth and making her taste her own juices. The woman licked the long dildo clean, looking up at the man with lascivious affection, eager to arouse him even more.
She succeeded. The man took the dildo away and stroked her tangled hair, her back, her haunches, as if soothing her . . . or preparing her for what he wanted to do next.
Then he turned around, spreading her buttocks wide open and resting his big hands upon them while Fiona and Thomas watched, transfixed. They strained to see, joined and moving in a way that made Thomas bite his lower lip to keep from ejaculating straightaway. “What next?”
“I think I know,” Fiona said softly.
The woman kept her arse up but buried her face in the pillows.
“Yes,” Fiona breathed. “She loves to play the wanton. And she loves extreme stimulation. He will give her what she craves, Thomas. Just you wait.”
“I can not restrain myself much longer,” he growled. “Do keep still!” He clasped Fiona’s hips even more tightly. “But do keep talking . . . the sound of your voice is as erotic as the show . . .” He ended with a low moan.
“A man’s firm hand upon her soft flesh is what she wants,” Fiona went on in a whisper calculated to arouse. “A man who will discipline her but with such gentleness that her resistance melts not from fear but from opening her soul to the one who thus commands her.”
As if the man in the opposite room had heard, he curved a strong arm around the waiting woman’s hips and gave her a long, sensual, and very thorough spanking with his free hand while she cried out her pleasure and her gratitude for his skill. Then he got on his knees behind her, plunging his very real and thickly satisfying cock into the woman, stroking her sensitized buttocks with especial tenderness to take her to climax at last. The lovers reached the moment at the same second, rocking so closely together that they seemed to be one being, not two, and collapsed upon the bed, twined around each other, lost in erotic bliss.