Total pages in book: 247
Estimated words: 231436 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1157(@200wpm)___ 926(@250wpm)___ 771(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 231436 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1157(@200wpm)___ 926(@250wpm)___ 771(@300wpm)
As I had done with Beryn, I removed all his clothing with measured sureness, gliding my fingers and palms over his flesh and taking in the smattering of hair on his chest, the chiseled V of muscle at his waist, and the long, proud jut of his erection. And as he had done with me earlier, all the while, Beryn ran her delicate hands over my flesh, learning me. It was an erotic feast for the senses.
Looking into Vanian’s eyes, I gave him a long and lingering kiss and then reached behind me and grasped both of Beryn’s hands, bringing one to my breast and the other to her husband’s manhood. He hissed and pumped his hips, and I took in the erotic sight of her darker hand against the porcelain tone of his flesh, the slight give of the skin as she caressed him from root to tip, swirling her thumb over the pearly bead there and using it to ease her way down the shaft.
My nipple beaded and pressed into Beryn’s palm, and she rubbed her hand over me, creating a delicious friction that had me temporarily closing my eyes.
Gods, I’m soaking wet just sitting here penning this. Can you imagine how I felt in the moment, so overcome with desire?
When we’d each played a bit, I lowered myself to the floor, propping myself on my elbows with bent and splayed knees. Vanian immediately grasped onto the invitation and moved to settle himself between my thighs, looking at his wife first for approval. When she sucked in a breath and nodded, he dove, and I cried out at the pleasure. I shifted slightly, trying hard not to disrupt the fervor of Vanian’s sensual assault as I urged Beryn to her knees, pulling her lower until her delectable pink pearl was within easy reach. I mimicked what Vanian did to me on his glorious wife until each of us cried out, shouting to gods who likely weren’t listening.
When Beryn and I had come to our senses again a bit, we turned to Vanian. Urging him onto his back, I moved to the side of his head as Beryn prowled up his body. When she was poised above him, I leaned down to take his mouth in a glorious kiss, just as she lowered herself onto him. He let out a grunt, and I swirled my tongue, matching the swiveling movements of Beryn’s hips and her tempo.
I felt the tension in Vanian’s body as his pleasure ramped and watched a beautiful flush spreading across Beryn’s silky smooth skin. Needing to touch her, I moved behind her, lowering myself and using Vanian’s leg to create delicious friction at my center as I palmed Beryn’s buxom breast with one hand and swirled a finger over her clit with the other.
In a heartbeat, she cried out, and the pleasure I felt ignited my own orgasm, spiraling me into the heavens. I latched my mouth to the salty skin of Beryn’s shoulder to muffle my cry, and then moved back to give her some room.
But it seemed Vanian wasn’t yet finished.
He bent his knees and scooted back, never losing contact with Beryn as she continued to come, then flipped her over and drove into her, making her eyes fly open and her mouth drop in a gasp.
I needed to watch, so I moved to the head of them, feeling no guilt at my voyeurism as I watched Vanian pleasure himself and his wife, driving into her over and over as he reached a hand under her bottom to pull her tighter to him. She orgasmed again, her face a delightful thing to see, and I couldn’t stop myself from reaching down to test my own receptiveness to another round.
Biting my lip, I met Vanian’s gaze, and he uttered something unintelligible before driving into Beryn one last time and then bowing his back, the movement causing the small table of paints to topple to the floor, splattering all of us in a rainbow of colors and making me erupt once more.
It was all absolutely glorious, and something I will not soon forget.
When all was done, we simply lay together on that drop cloth amidst the paint, the colors making our flesh into the canvas. Beryn and I rested our heads on each of Vanian’s pectorals, the three of us still petting and scraping and kneading.
The portrait Vanian completed of me now hangs above my mantel, and every time I look at it, I remember that night.
And what a night it was.
Willa
EMIL DA’LAHR
Click here to see a full-size image of Emil by art.bymikki.
A core part of Poppy and Cas’s group, Emil features almost as prominently in my visions as Kieran, but always on the periphery and admittedly not very clearly.
Hair: Auburn waves.
Eyes: Amber.
Body type: Reedy.
Facial features: Strikingly handsome.