Page 19 of The Man with a Treasure

Immensely loving how she tasted, I nodded, so curious to know what she felt like.

Clearly paying attention to the conversation, Sal let his arm fall back toward our heads to move out of my way. I think he thought he was out of play, but then Noemi leaned her head back over her left shoulder. As if as entranced as me, she whispered, “Sal.”

I know I should have had a handful of breasts by this point, but I couldn’t stop watching. Sal’s expression was so serious you would have thought an angel was calling him home. As if mystified, he studied her eyes, and his lips found hers. I was surprised to see his eyes slide shut as their mouths opened.

Sal Rossi would one day become famous for his sensual kisses. Little would every woman know, it was here, on a riverside, that he was taught this skill.

Through Noemi’s little white dress, breasts were calling out to me. My heart started to pound as I reached for her. There had been side ‘accidental’ swipes of Zeta’s, but she had never offered me the treasure Noemi was offering. Her trust was a gift. That gift let me enjoy the first sensation of the softest tissue I had ever known. I was surprised when my mouth fell open, wanting to latch around the mound that would fit perfectly.

When Noemi’s nipple hardened, so did my dick. It was as if one was talking to the other. I was relieved to see her chest begin to pant as I touched the perky area because my hips had bucked forward. Fortunately, I stopped them before they touched her.

Sal was struggling, too. The hand not under her lifted into the air, opening and closing, as if desperate to grab a hold of the girl between us.

Three different breaths puffed and hissed as we tried to decide how to deal with our building urges.

Noemi put Sal’s hungry hand on her hip. In gratitude, his fingers strained, gripping her soft flesh. I didn’t dare interfere. But then her hand blindly found my face and pulled it to her exposed neck. She smelled so perfect I couldn’t stop my moan as my lips brushed her skin.

She groaned, her hand leaving my face, as she now pulled on my hip.

My mouth opened to lick her as my hips surged, and my erection moved against her. The friction was intoxicating. I fought to keep my mind sound. She was the most appetizing being I had ever known. When she lifted her leg to rest it over my hip, I thought I was going to pass out. I was sure all the blood in my head had evaporated, clouding my thoughts.

As soon as Noemi went still, Sal and I froze and waited.

Noemi was struggling to breathe. “How did that happen?”

Pulling from her neck to see her, I asked, “What?”

Her beautiful cheeks were flushed from the heat the three of us had created, and her lips were red from heavy kissing when she smiled. “I lost track of time.”

Again, Sal raised his hand, this time resting his head on her shoulder.

The special moment was ending…

“Any regrets?” she asked.

Our response was laughter. We had never experienced anything so incredible.

“It was terrible,” Sal teased. “Can we meet you here tomorrow to suffer again?”

“Only if one or both of you promise to kiss my breasts next time.”

Needless to say, Sal and I agreed.

Bam! Bam! Bam! Someone banged on the front door in the middle of the night. Now the men of the house, Sal and I jumped out of bed, in only our pajama pants, grabbed our rifles, and ran to the front door. Mrs. Rossi rushed into the living room, her sleeping gown in her grip for easier running. She tried to ask, “What is happening—” but Sal shoved her behind him.

With guns pointed, we aimed at whoever was waking us. I demanded, “Who is there?”

“Angelo!” a Suit yelled from the other side of the door. “I am to bring you to Isabella!” Sal and I immediately lowered our guns and hurried to unlock and open the door. It was dark, but I could see alarm on the Suit’s face. “You must follow me!”

Leaving Sal behind to watch over his mother, the Suit and I ran across a field and through a herd of sheep, then off toward the side of the hill closest to the river. On the way, he explained, “All was quiet, but then I saw her darting across the backyard. We chased. She is still screaming for us to leave her alone.”

From off in the distance, I could already hear her cries of fear.

I picked up speed as we raced through a section of woods. “Is she hurt?”

He was breathing hard from all his running. “Do not know. She won’t let anyone near her.”

As soon as we broke the line of trees, there were flashlights shining into a little cave I hadn’t even known existed. At the entrance, Suits were trying to calm Isabella, but she was more than distraught. I wasn’t sure if there was anything I could do, but I squeezed past the Suits, some in their pajamas due to having daytime shifts.