Chapter 39 Giving him full access
“So, I asked if we could get you in,” Raphael was still talking, scratching the back of his head, as Renwick was rolling his eyes and laughing his ass off. “I needed to impress you with something, since my jock record wasn’t doing it, I figured, if I could get you into this club, you’d...”
“Surely fall for you?” Izabella asked, bent over, laughing.
“Why not?” Raphael was still grinning.
It was all in good fun. He sounded sincere, but Izabella knew there was more to this story. Her gut was telling her that much.
“I’m in your room in the middle of the night. It worked, didn’t it?” Raphael kept talking, and the atmosphere quickly changed from confusion and suspicion, to fun and games.
“You’re ridiculous,” Izabella waved her hand.
“But, fun, right?” Raphael added.
The following hour was spent pleasantly. Raphael was so much different with them now, there wasn’t a trace of that smug guy. They shared stories, laughed and enjoyed themselves. After a while, Izabella got up from the chair and stretched out her arms.
“My butt is numb,” she said out loud, biting her lip. That was meant to be just a thought.
“Why don’t you sit down over here?”
It was Renwick’s turn to ask that question again and this time, she agreed. She kept stretching a little more, as she walked towards the bed. The guys were lounging comfortably but they moved to make some room for her, right between them. For a second, she wondered whether this was too dangerous, if she should even be considering this but the desire was too strong. It was pulling her towards them with crazy strength and all she could do was give in.
She sat down between them and immediately felt Raphael’s hands on her neck. The slayer in her was ready to strike. Her whole body tensed and her fists clenched, but then, she realized, he wasn’t attacking her. His grip was soft and mild, like cotton on her skin. His fingers dug into her skin only superficially, trying to find any sore spots.
“I can give you a massage,” Raphael offered, seating himself behind her, while Renwick was to her right.
“He’s very good, I can vouch for that,” Renwick nodded.
Izabella blushed shyly and only managed to nod. Raphael gently gathered up her hair with his fingers. His touch was as soft as butterfly’s wings. It made her shiver. No one was speaking. Silence said it all. It revealed their wishes, their hidden desires, and she knew they all wanted the same. Was there any point trying to deny it any longer?
Her hair to the side, revealing her swan-like neck, Izabella enjoyed the feel of Raphael’s fingers pressing on her skin. Sweet pain mixed with even sweeter pleasure made her want to moan loudly, but she managed to suppress the sound. His fingers were skillful, they knew exactly what she wanted them to do. She wondered if they would be equally skillful if they traveled downward, to her soft, hidden velvet underground and would they know how to press the right places there. The very thought made her blush even more, so she lowered her head, in an effort to hide it.
A moment later, she felt a soft kiss land on her neck. It came out of nowhere but she wasn’t surprised.
She wanted it.
She needed it.
A soft moan escaped her lips, as goosebumps ran up and down her body. Renwick cupped her chin again and turned her face to his. His eyes penetrated hers, she felt like she could keep no secret from him and she didn’t want to. She wanted him to know her all, to accept her all, to love her all. She didn’t want to close her eyes. She kept looking at him, adoringly, as soft butterfly kisses kept falling on her neck, sending surges of electricity all over her body.
When Renwick finally pressed his lips against hers, she finally closed her eyes. He tasted sweet, like coffee and cream, sugar and spice. She felt his tongue seek entrance and she welcomed him. His hand found hers. It was warm, it offered her the same feeling of safety.
“How can you be so perfect?” Renwick moved away for a second, whispering into her cheek.
Izabella blushed again. It seemed that with all this running around, she had totally forgotten what it was like to be wanted, to feel loved. Raphael’s hands gathered the corners of her t-shirt and lifted it up over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra underneath. Somehow, she didn’t feel vulnerable or exposed. Her perky breasts stood tall, her nipples erect. Renwick’s hand traveled down to them slowly, finding the softness of her areola. As he kissed her, he kept caressing her nipple, teasing it, while Raphael continued to kiss her neck, her shoulders, her back. His kisses felt like soft, summer rain on her skin.
She felt herself getting wet. She wanted them both. Was it obvious? Should she feel embarrassed? She had no idea what she should be feeling right now. There was no shame, no feeling of right or wrong. There was only this moment and the three of them.
They gently laid her down and as Renwick continued to kiss her, exploring her lips with his tongue, biting her gently, making her moan softly, as she melted in their arms, Raphael undid the string of her sweatpants, and pulled them down. The sight of her pink panties left him speechless, wanting more, wanting all of her. He traced the hemline with his finger, watching her squirm underneath his touch. Her hand traveled to his hair, raking through it. He knew what she wanted and he was more than willing to make her wishes come true.
Raphael pulled down her panties, leaving her naked, exposed, yearning for his touch. He went down, between her thighs, to the soft spot that emanated warmth, inviting him in but he wanted to take his time. He gently kissed the inside of her thighs. She squirmed again, feeling a ticklish sensation. All the while, Renwick’s lips were barely allowing her
to breathe, his hands on her breasts, touching her every nerve.
Raphael reached the soft petals between her legs and only kissed them at first. One, two, three kisses. She spread her legs more, giving him full access. She wanted to feel him inside, deep and hard, but he was teasing her. She would have to wait. He licked her pussy, then blew a little at it. The sensations of hot and cold changed, leaving her breathless. His fingers spread her wetness all over it, then slowly went in. She arched her back, leaving Renwick’s lips. Her eyes closed in an ecstasy, which left her wanting more, begging for more with her every breath.