fingers were working the tension from her
shoulders. The process was a bit awkward since he was massaging from the front,
but it still served to ease her stiff muscles.
That wasn’t all their slow massage did.
Starr’s pussy wept, and her nipples had beaded to hard points that begged for
attention. She squirmed, but they ignored her movements.
As good as their loving touches felt, Starr
wasn’t certain she could withstand the tender torture. She had the urge to
scream out her frustration and demand they stop teasing her. She had spent all
day in a state of arousal, responding to the slightest caress, but neither man
had made an effort to go beyond casual flirtation. Her body cried out for them.
Only knowing they had put a great deal of
thought into their seduction helped her bite her tongue and keep from voicing a
protest. She felt a dart of hope when Sorin placed her foot on the bed, but it
faded when he picked up the other one, to give it the same careful attention.
Lucian’s hands moved outward from her neck,
to squeeze her upper arms. Starr closed her eyes again and tried to let his
touch lull her into a state of relaxation. Her body refused to cooperate as
Sorin’s hands slid up her calf, while Lucian’s slid down her arms. Silently,
she pleaded for their hands to meet in the middle and focus on her aching
pussy.
Her breathing became ragged as Lucian’s
hands moved from her wrists and slid across her chest. She held her breath as
his hands skimmed over her breasts, but released it with a harsh exhalation
when he skipped over her nipples and settled his hands on her abdomen. She gave
a small, disgruntled sigh when he began rotating two fingers from each hand in
tiny, firm circles.
Sorin was in no more hurry than Lucian was,
apparently. He had worked his way up to her thigh, but it seemed to be taking
him forever to reach the crux, where her swollen clit awaited attention. Once
more, she held her breath as he kneaded her thigh with steady pressure, while
moving his hands higher. Yes, he was so close…now his fingers would slip inside
her pussy…yes…
No. She had tensed with longing, but let
her muscles relax as Sorin dropped his hands before touching the spot she
really ached for him to explore. She gave a low moan of frustration when he
returned to the neglected leg and began working his way up from the calf.
And how was it that Lucian found her
stomach so engrossing? He had surely massaged every inch of her abs, sides,
hips, and waist at least twice now, but still hadn’t managed to reach her
pussy. They must be coordinating their movements, to draw out her frustration
as long as possible. On one level, she was annoyed with their machinations, but
also heartened to know they cared so much about her pleasure, at the expense of
their own. They couldn’t receive much gratification from massaging her.
Lucian unexpectedly brushed his palm
against her pussy, causing it to spasm, and making Starr jump with surprise. A
cry tore from her, and she realized how silent the cabin was. The only sounds
were her occasional moans and sighs, and Sorin and Lucian’s heavy breathing.
“Please,” she whispered, as more of a breath than a sound.
She tensed as Lucian’s hand cupped her
stomach, while Sorin’s made its way up the last few inches of her thigh. She
didn’t doubt they would finally touch her this time. There was nothing else for
them to massage, besides the areas they had carefully avoided. Her nipples
screamed for consideration just as fervently as her convulsing pussy.
She opened her eyes when Sorin released his
hold and climbed off the bed. She gave him a baleful glare as he walked away.
She watched with a blend of anger, interest, and frustration as he lifted the
basin from the table and brought it back to the bed. “What are you going to
do?” Was that husky tone her voice? She sounded almost alien in her need.
“Wash you,” Lucian said. “You don’t want
that oil on your skin, and we
shoulders. The process was a bit awkward since he was massaging from the front,
but it still served to ease her stiff muscles.
That wasn’t all their slow massage did.
Starr’s pussy wept, and her nipples had beaded to hard points that begged for
attention. She squirmed, but they ignored her movements.
As good as their loving touches felt, Starr
wasn’t certain she could withstand the tender torture. She had the urge to
scream out her frustration and demand they stop teasing her. She had spent all
day in a state of arousal, responding to the slightest caress, but neither man
had made an effort to go beyond casual flirtation. Her body cried out for them.
Only knowing they had put a great deal of
thought into their seduction helped her bite her tongue and keep from voicing a
protest. She felt a dart of hope when Sorin placed her foot on the bed, but it
faded when he picked up the other one, to give it the same careful attention.
Lucian’s hands moved outward from her neck,
to squeeze her upper arms. Starr closed her eyes again and tried to let his
touch lull her into a state of relaxation. Her body refused to cooperate as
Sorin’s hands slid up her calf, while Lucian’s slid down her arms. Silently,
she pleaded for their hands to meet in the middle and focus on her aching
pussy.
Her breathing became ragged as Lucian’s
hands moved from her wrists and slid across her chest. She held her breath as
his hands skimmed over her breasts, but released it with a harsh exhalation
when he skipped over her nipples and settled his hands on her abdomen. She gave
a small, disgruntled sigh when he began rotating two fingers from each hand in
tiny, firm circles.
Sorin was in no more hurry than Lucian was,
apparently. He had worked his way up to her thigh, but it seemed to be taking
him forever to reach the crux, where her swollen clit awaited attention. Once
more, she held her breath as he kneaded her thigh with steady pressure, while
moving his hands higher. Yes, he was so close…now his fingers would slip inside
her pussy…yes…
No. She had tensed with longing, but let
her muscles relax as Sorin dropped his hands before touching the spot she
really ached for him to explore. She gave a low moan of frustration when he
returned to the neglected leg and began working his way up from the calf.
And how was it that Lucian found her
stomach so engrossing? He had surely massaged every inch of her abs, sides,
hips, and waist at least twice now, but still hadn’t managed to reach her
pussy. They must be coordinating their movements, to draw out her frustration
as long as possible. On one level, she was annoyed with their machinations, but
also heartened to know they cared so much about her pleasure, at the expense of
their own. They couldn’t receive much gratification from massaging her.
Lucian unexpectedly brushed his palm
against her pussy, causing it to spasm, and making Starr jump with surprise. A
cry tore from her, and she realized how silent the cabin was. The only sounds
were her occasional moans and sighs, and Sorin and Lucian’s heavy breathing.
“Please,” she whispered, as more of a breath than a sound.
She tensed as Lucian’s hand cupped her
stomach, while Sorin’s made its way up the last few inches of her thigh. She
didn’t doubt they would finally touch her this time. There was nothing else for
them to massage, besides the areas they had carefully avoided. Her nipples
screamed for consideration just as fervently as her convulsing pussy.
She opened her eyes when Sorin released his
hold and climbed off the bed. She gave him a baleful glare as he walked away.
She watched with a blend of anger, interest, and frustration as he lifted the
basin from the table and brought it back to the bed. “What are you going to
do?” Was that husky tone her voice? She sounded almost alien in her need.
“Wash you,” Lucian said. “You don’t want
that oil on your skin, and we
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