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Alessio takes the sponge from Marco. He kneels in front of me and moves his hands down my belly and between my legs. Marco has already washed there, but I spread my thighs anyway and watch in fascination as I let him run the sponge over my sensitive skin.
I can’t resist tilting my hips towards him.
Marco places his hands on my breasts; my nipples are erect. He strokes the points and gives them a pull and a pinch.
I gasp, but it feels incredible.
Jolts of pleasure travel down to my pussy.
I’m aching with need.
Alessio looks up at me. “Your tits are beautiful, Sefi.” He puts the sponge down and reaches for my buttocks, caressing, squeezing my cheeks, and caressing again. “And your bottom is fucking perfect.”
I can only smile. I feel as if I’ve become clay in their hands, and they’re molding me, fashioning me into their plaything. I erase all thoughts from my head.
Marco bends his head and presses his lips to the swell of my breasts, sliding his tongue down the wet surface to flick against the taut bud of my nipple. I put my hands around his iron-hard neck, pulling his mouth deeper around my tit it feels so electrifying. I let out a small whimper.
He stops sucking, and asks, “Is this alright, Sefi. I mean, what we’re doing?”
“Oh, yes,” I moan.
Oh, my God, Alessio is exploring my pussy with his fingers, teasing my lower lips apart, seeking entrance. “Tell me to stop if you don’t like it, bambina.”
“Don’t stop,” I beg.
Marco lets out a chuckle. He goes to stand behind me and snakes his arms around me to palm my breasts. “Lean back against me, Sefi. Alessio is going to take care of you now.”
I do as Marco requested, and I can feel the hardness of his cock nudging my ass.
Alessio inserts one finger into my aching pussy, and all my thoughts focus on what he’s doing it feels so erotic. I clench my buttocks and arch my hips forward, and he rubs inside me before pulling his finger out to stroke the nub of my clit.
“You like that, bambina?” He looks up at me with a wicked twinkle in his eyes.
“Yes, Alessio,” I purr.
I stare down at him; he’s so freaking gorgeous. His wet hair is almost black. His body is angular and cut like a sculpture.
The hard police officer is a considerate lover.
And so is Marco. His hands on my breasts are kneading, squeezing and sending me into a frenzy. He nuzzles my neck, his hot breath tickling my ear. “Give in to the sensations, Sefi. Let yourself go. You are a beautiful, sensual woman. Enjoy the pleasure.”
I squeeze my eyes shut and whisper, “Yes.”
I feel two fingers now, slipping back inside and exploring me, withdrawing, grazing my clit, and then three fingers in my pussy. My hips are fluttering, my hands snaking down Marco’s thighs behind me. The pressure is building up within, the tingles intensifying, and I’m racing toward release.
Alessio stokes the heat, one finger in, curling to find my spot. I moan so loud it echoes around the shower enclosure. Two fingers again, pulling out to hook around my clit, pinching it, slipping back and forth.
“Ahhh!”
Marco is still busy with my breasts, tugging and rolling my nipples, biting and sucking at the skin on the back of my neck.
They set a rhythm, Alessio’s three fingers diving in and back out, pressing onto my clit with every stroke.
One small quiver in my belly at first, a buckle of the knees into his upstroke. My hands reach around and slip up and down Marco’s powerful thighs, and I’m moaning like a crazy bitch.
Another stutter, lower down, a swelling tremor. Alessio speeds up the rhythm of his fingers, and I gyrate my pelvis. He slows, teasing me, just before the upwelling explosion overtakes me. “Faster, please, faster,” I implore.
He complies, using both hands on me now, two fingers circling my clit, three fingers diving in. My hips pulse upwards as Marco holds me. Every nerve in my body quivers and tenses as the best orgasm of my life courses through me, a rocketing surge of heat and ecstasy in my belly, inner muscles clamping around Alessio’s frenzied fingers, Marco’s mouth on my neck, his hands on my tits.
I collapse against him, my breathing ragged.
Marco lowers me so that my feet are firmly on the marble floor tiles.
Alessio pushes himself up fully into standing position.
They turn me between them, kissing me, their mouths hot and wet. Two needy tongues capture mine, one after the other, hard and deep.
I pull away, gasping, my lips swollen.
“This is just a taste of what is to come, bambina,” Alessio smirks.
And my heart nearly beats out of my chest.Chapter EightSefiSignora Rossi says she’s glad to see me when Marco, Alessio and I pass her on the stairs on our way up to my apartment. “I didn’t hear you come back yesterday, and I was worried,” she tells me.
