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“Ahhh!” I cry out loudly because Nathan is delivering himself to me in a way he never has before. And Vincent is looking around, probably wondering where my clothes are.
I place my face on Nathan’s shoulder. I feel so soft and free. Who knew walking around in just a crown and shoes could feel so good. When Nathan is done, I jump off the balcony and walk around on the terrace. I prance about for them in my heels and my crown, my blonde hair falling over my shoulders.
“You look amazing,” Vincent says. Nathan fixes himself back in his trousers, tucking in his shirt too and zips himself up, stands against the balcony and lights a smoke. Everything he does is sexy; his body language is so alpha male dominant that it actually makes me tingle all over like my nerves are having a party under my skin.
“I do?” I say, giggling and prancing around in front of both of them. Vincent eyes me in a way he never has before. I stand next to Nathan, my legs crossed at the ankles, my body exposed for them to see everything. Vincent comes over and kisses me softly as a breeze brings the sweet smell of his favorite flowers, gloriosas, over to us.
“You do,” Vincent says.
We hear the voices of diplomats nearby. It’s late in the day but it’s not that late, everyone is still up and still active.
Vincent starts kissing me and as he does, I reach over and touch Nathan on the leg, running my hand over the crotch of his pants. I play with him and he turns and starts kissing me really hard and scratching up my soft face with his stubble. I kiss Nathan and then I go back to kissing Vincent while Nathan unzips his trousers and takes his cock out. He just can’t keep it in his pants. He sighs against my neck as he plays with himself and it’s incredibly hot. I feel his cock against my hip and move my hand so I’m touching him. He grabs me and pushes me against the terrace and Vincent is right behind me too. One of them is touching me so the side of their hand is against my pussy. He takes a finger and touches me with excellent precision. Nathan. I know that’s his touch.
Vincent kneels down and places his hands around my ankles and looks up at my pussy as Nathan continues to circle his finger in just the right way.
“Oh…” I moan and watch as Vincent straightens up gets behind me touches my bottom. I can hear people talking outside.
“I saw it too,” one of them says, of some kind of animal they saw roaming in the garden. They continue to discuss it as Nathan starts fingering me harder and I’m sure they can hear us.
“Can they see us?” Nathan is grinning like a kid just waiting to be caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
He lifts me up while he waits on his answer and enters me, replacing the subtle sting of a touch his finger made there with a heavy thrust and my head falls back.
“My crown!” I shout. We all laugh and while Nathan fucks me with delicious, determined stride, Vincent goes off to rescue my crown.
Nathan takes advantage of my hair being free from the crown to play with it.
“He’ll get your crown, baby,” Nathan says. “I’ll get your cream.”
We share a laugh and then he proves his point.
He kisses me a lot on my neck when we finish.
“Did you have any bad dreams last night?” I ask him. He shakes his head.
“No, baby, I didn’t.”
“Good,” I say.
I hug him and he relaxes in my arms. Normally he’s tense, which I think is the reason he drinks whiskey quite often.
“I think maybe if you focus on the future,” I suggest. “You won’t have such bad dreams.”
“Like you?” he says.
“I don’t have bad dreams; in fact, I rarely have any dreams at all…”
“Oh no, sweetie, I mean I like to focus on you – you’re my future,” he smiles.
“Really?” He nods. I think he was listening to the conversation Vincent and I had the other night. I think he feels like he must say this to me. Or maybe he means it.
He reaches over for my hand and squeezes it. “I don’t want to be…a haunted person. You know? I want to be the type of man that’s there for you. You don’t need someone with problems, Isadora? You need to be tended to all the time.”
I get up and look out over the balcony. Where did Vincent go?
“I get what you’re saying but I feel like it works both ways,” I say.
He tenderly wraps his arm around my waist and kisses my shoulder. Then he takes his hand and fixes my hair so it runs straight down my back in a soft blonde stream of locks.
