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“Oh shit,” I hissed as he pried my velvety lips and began lapping at my clit.
“Keep going,” Isaac groaned. “We want to hear about the painting.”
I panted. My hips jutted forward. Dylan’s tongue swirled, making a figure-eight pattern around my swollen clit. It was on fire.
“I-I always express myself in my art.” I tried to breath. “And I had to put last night on paper with paint.”
Isaac sat forward, peeling the T-shirt from his chest before he aligned his body behind mine. He kissed my ear and my neck. His hands plucked my tits, rubbing my nipples until they perked under his command.
“Maybe we should paint you,” he growled.
“Do-do you paint?” I gasped.
Dylan came up for air from between my legs. “I certainly have a creative side, darlin’.” He reached up, taking one of the paint canisters and tossing it to Isaac. Isaac quickly unscrewed the lid, dipping his finger in the blue.
I stared in disbelief as he began to coat my nipples with the watercolors. I watched the paint droplets pool on my navel.
“Fuck, she’s gorgeous.”
“Do that again,” I breathed. I was mesmerized. Hypnotized by how erotic this was.
Dylan choose another color. This time pink. He tossed the cap on the floor as he began to paint streaks inside my thighs. His fingertips grazed my skin, as I shuddered. He crossed an X over my heat and grinned wickedly.
He grabbed more colors, dividing the jars with Isaac. They were relentless. Smearing and painting. Stroking my body as if I was their canvas. I arched my back. Rocked my hips. While they watched their masterpiece come to life under their hands.
I was wild with desire. Eager with anticipation. I rolled on the floor needing their touches. Hungry for more paint. I rocked onto my knees as they painted my back. Isaac’s palm coasted over my bottom with streaks of pastel yellow.
“God, look at her, brother.” Isaac sat back on his heels.
The world floated around me. I was in a state of complete arousal. Drunk with paradise on the horizon. This was my world. My studio. And these were my guys. It might have been crazy, but I knew they were meant only for me.
“Shit, she’s a Goddess.” Dylan breathed.
I writhed between them, lost in everything they were giving me. Promising to give me.
Dylan undressed, throwing his clothes on the floor in a hurry.
I ran my hands over my nipples, feeling the paint starting to dry, leaving streaks of brilliant colors on my skin. I’d never felt as if I lived in my art. Lived in one of the paintings until now. I kneeled, facing Isaac. His mouth devoured mine, drinking in my lips.
“Oh, Vanessa.” His voice sounded broken. As if he was falling apart in my arms just as much as I was falling into his.
I was wet, soaked from Dylan’s tongue. Ripe with my own juices. I felt Dylan’s hand spread between my legs, coating my back side. I tensed for only a second when I felt him circle my ass and dip fingers inside to get me ready.
“Tonight this is mine, darlin’.”
I nodded. I leaned into his shoulder as Isaac positioned me on the floor to face him.
I was nervous. Thrilled to share something new with them again tonight. I didn’t know how Dylan would be. I didn’t know if he would be gentle or lose control like Isaac did.
I wrapped my hands around Isaac’s neck to prepare for whatever blinding joy came next. He hoisted my leg around his waist, giving them both the perfect angle to enter me. One from the front. The other from the back. Theirs to share. Theirs to fuck into perfect oblivion.
I hissed when I felt their cocks begin to penetrate. They hovered, stretching and widening me.
“Oh God,” I whimpered. It was intense. More intense than last night. They were both pushing inside me at the same time.
“I’ve got you.” Isaac stared in my eyes. I spiraled in the darkness. Lost my footing in the smoldering mystery of his gaze.
I seized when Dylan slammed into my ass.
