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The heat is overwhelming. Between kisses, Eric says hot and kinky things into my mouth, and I go crazy with excitement. Meanwhile, Björn continues to hammer into me again and again as he spanks me.
I climax and scream once again. Seconds later, it’s Björn who lets go and comes.
Hot, excited, inflamed, and somehow wanting more, I’m having a hard time breathing. Eric takes me in his arms and carries me out of the room. We go through the empty offices to Björn’s house and straight to a bathroom. Björn follows us, but he doesn’t come in. He knows when and where he should be, and he knows this moment is too intimate; it’s reserved for Eric and me.
In the bathroom, Eric lays me on the floor. He takes off the tassels, bends down, and delicately removes the remains of the thong.
“It’s clear you like to tear my underwear.”
Eric grins. He throws it in the trash and takes off his shirt.
“I like you better nude.”
“What about the jewel?”
Eric smiles and lightly slaps my ass.
“It stays where it is. When I take it out, I’ll replace it with something else if you want.”
He turns on the shower, and we both get in. My hair is soaked through, and he hugs me. He doesn’t soap me up.
“Are you OK, honey?”
I nod, but, apparently eager to hear my voice, he moves away from me a few inches.
“You drive me crazy, sweetheart.”
I grab his neck and leap up to get at his mouth. While the water runs over our bodies, we kiss, and the jewel presses on my anus.
“I confess I want more. I like the feeling when you offer me and play with me. It excites me when you say hot things into my ear. It drives me crazy to be shared, and I want you to do it again and again.”
His seductive gaze makes me tremble. His tenderness while he embraces me is extreme, and I’m brimming with happiness.
Once out of the shower, Eric wraps me in a fluffy towel, picks me up again, and, without drying himself and still naked, carries me out of the bathroom. He lays me down on the bed in a burgundy room. I assume it’s Björn’s room. Right then, Björn comes out of his bathroom, naked and wet. He showered too.
They look at each other and, without making the slightest gesture, communicate in an instant. The game is still on. Björn goes to the side of the room, and I get shivers when I hear Michael Bublé singing “Cry Me a River.”
“Eric told me you really like this singer. Is that true?” Björn asks.
“Yes, I love him,” I confirm.
“I bought this CD especially for you,” says Björn.
Like a cat in heat and ready to begin again, I stand up. I take off my towel, touch my breasts, and play with them to the beat of the music. They can’t take their eyes off me.
Tempting them, I move around the bed and get on all fours. I show off my ass and the jewel, and I sway to the rhythm of the song. They both stare at me, and I see their erections are hard and ready for me. I get off the bed and beckon them to come to me. I want to dance with them. Eric looks at me as I grab him by the waist and make Björn grab me from behind. For a few minutes, the three of us, naked, wet, and excited, dance to that sweet and sensual melody. While Eric laps at my mouth with passion, Björn kisses my neck and squeezes my ass to increase the sensation of the jewel in my anus.
They’re both about a head taller than I am, and I like feeling small next to them. Their erections collide with my body, and I want them. My mouth dries, and I gaze at Eric. After kissing me, my German turns me around, and I see Björn’s eyes. He wants to kiss me, I know, but he doesn’t. He just kisses my eyes, my nose, my cheeks, and when his lips brush the corner of my lips, he looks at me with desire.
“Play with me. Touch me,” I whisper.
One of his hands goes down to my vagina. He explores gently and pushes one of his fingers inside me, making me moan. Eric bites my shoulder as his hands go over my body until they end up on the jewel. It spins, and my legs weaken. He grabs me by the waist, and I let myself surrender.
I love being the center of attention of these two titans. I close my eyes, and they press me against them; their erections tell me they’re ready for me. That feeling drives me crazy. I love being their object of desire.
“Björn, offer her to me,” Eric demands in a voice loaded with tension.
He sits on the bed, makes me sit in front of him, runs his hands under my legs, and opens them. Oh God, what a sensation! I am totally open for my love. Eric crouches between my legs, bites my mound and then my vaginal lips. I tremble. His avid tongue tastes me and soon finds my clitoris. It drives me crazy, and then his fingers spin the jewel in my anus. I scream.