Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 53894 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 269(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53894 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 269(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
Hesitantly, I cross to the large, floor-length mirror to look at myself, and the breath escapes my chest. My eyes go wide at the wild vixen staring back at me.
Wow, is all I can think to myself. Who is this girl?
I turn around in the mirror, looking at my body in the sexy outfit from different angles. I’ve never worn anything like this in my life, and there’s something erotic about the fact that Tom and Gabriel want to see me in it. My breasts look larger and pushed out, my backside round and pert in the tiny lace panties. They’ve even provided a pair of black stilettos, and gingerly, I step into the shoes. Immediately, my bosom is thrown forward, and I look even more tempting than before.
I dash to the vanity to grab a spritz of my subtle nighttime perfume. I fluff my hair a little more, opting to leave it down and free, and then swipe on a soft pink lip-gloss before taking one last look at my reflection. I’m pleased with how sexy I feel, despite wearing next to nothing.
I make my way to the bed but stop, unsure if I should be waiting under the covers. Or maybe I should assume a sultry pose? Should I sprawl across the mattress like a woman waiting to be ravished? Should I have my legs spread, and cup my breasts in my hands for their enjoyment?
This is silly, I think. I kneel on the bed, and arrange my hair about my shoulders. It’s a very pretty pin-up girl pose, and I hope they like it.
Or maybe this is all wrong. Maybe I’m doing this all wrong, and quickly, I fuss with my hair again.
But before I can find a better pose to appease my soon-to-be lovers, there’s a sharp knock followed by the door to my bedroom opening.
Tom and Gabriel Costas stand there, looming like gods in the doorway. They wear deep blue robes, which reveal a vee of bronzed chest beneath the fabric. Their legs are tanned and muscular, and those blue eyes are already alight with fire.
The two men don’t move to enter my bedroom quite yet, merely taking in the sight of my barely-covered body with ravenous desire.
The lust that flickers in those two sets of piercing blue eyes tells me that this is going to be a night I’ll never forget, and the truth is that I can’t wait.
9
Gabriel
Holy shit, is all I can think as I take in Michelle’s beauty.
The lacy black outfit leaves little to the imagination, and I feel myself getting hard at the sight of her luscious curves and ample breasts heaving beneath the delicate fabric. I want to go to her immediately, but I hold back, instead taking a moment to absorb every detail.
Michelle’s wild chestnut curls give her the look of a temptress, while her deep brown eyes are smoldering with need. Her breasts are a perfect, creamy white while her nipples strain against the tiny, lacy bra, perky and eager. My gaze drifts lower to her lush backside, which makes me want to grab her curvy ass and thick thighs and ride into her until she begs me to let her come.
As I observe the beautiful woman before me, I realize that I can no longer stand it. I want, no I need, to touch the busty brunette who looks like pure sin, despite her innocence.
Together, Tom and I walk into the room, and I shut the door behind us. Slowly, we approach Michelle, each of us painstakingly aware of her inexperience when it comes to sex and determined to make this first time a perfect one.
I touch Michelle first, carefully, as if she were made of the most delicate porcelain. I let my fingers graze her neck, then slowly trail my way to the tops of her heaving breasts. Her breathing picks up as I continue my gentle caress.
Beside me, Tom has begun his own exploration of Michelle’s beautiful body. Slowly, he kisses her neck, first behind her ear, and then makes his way lower to the tops of her breasts. Michelle moans in appreciation, the sound deep and throaty.
Together, we explore Michelle’s body with our mouths – kissing, licking, and nipping – from her neck to her décolletage. It’s a gentle, deliberate slowness, showing Michelle just how turned on she can get by touch alone.
As I trail my tongue along the side of her curvy breast, I can no longer stand it – I have to have her nipple in my mouth. Using my tongue, I slip away the barely-there fabric and expose the perky nub. At first, I merely kiss around it, which makes Michelle arch her body against me. But I hold her back, my hand firm on her hip and force her to wait for the pleasure.