Then, his lips latched onto her, drawing the peak into the heat of his mouth, and she gasped, arching into him.
The sharp sensation of his teeth grazing her sensitive buds sent jolts of pleasure straight to her core, causing her to rock her hips in search of more contact, more of that exquisite pain mingling with the heady pleasure.
Each nip was a spark igniting deeper fires within her, each suckle a wave washing over her senses, leaving her drowning in the myriad sensations that only these two men could evoke.
Simon’s eyes flickered up to meet hers, the quiet intensity within them promising more—more pleasure, more pain, more of everything she craved.
After fetching the oil from the dressing table, Owen crawled between her legs, still tied and spread wide.
His breath was a warm whisper against the tender skin of her inner thigh, an anticipatory shiver cascading down her spine as he traced the softness there with reverence.
His eyes, usually so full of mischief and challenge, now bore into her with a gaze that was hot and intense, his purpose clear.
“Ready for more, love?” His voice was a roughened murmur, vibrations tickling her flesh before his lips pressed closer, finding the sensitive inner folds that yearned for his touch.
With the gentle scrape of teeth against her most intimate place, Xenia couldn’t suppress the moan that rose from the depths of her being.
The light graze was both a tease and a promise, and when Owen’s tongue delved deep, she felt herself unraveling under the expert caress.
His tongue moved with precision, crafting sensations that heated her blood and bent her will to his skilled manipulation.
Each flick and thrust mirrored the rhythm of her hand on Simon’s cock.
She pulled against her bindings, wanting to wrap her legs around him but forced to remain displayed as they wanted her.
Her body tensed as the waves built higher within her, each lap of his tongue stoking the fire until it roared out of control.
“Owen,” she gasped, her hips lifting off the bed, seeking even more of his mouth’s sweet torture.
She teetered on the edge of pleasure, and with one final, languorous lick, she tumbled over into bliss.
Her climax shattered through her like delicate glass meeting the hard floor of reality, fragments of ecstasy scattering and piercing every nerve ending with light.
As her body quivered in the aftermath, Owen applied the oil to her. The sensation of his finger entering there sent a fresh wave of release through her.
Owen looked at Simon, stroking her with two fingers as he spoke. “You or me?”
Simon had watched her come and his cock was ready. “Me.” Without removing his pants, he slipped beneath Xenia, so she lay on her back on top of him. He aligned his erection, and she felt him slide into her.
She moaned at the feeling of Simon filling her, knowing her limbs were splayed, allowing Owen to see their joining in extreme detail. And Owen looked. He watched as his friend pushed deeper in small stages.
Reaching around from beneath her, Simon caressed her breasts with one hand and dipped two fingers into her moisture with the other. “She’s ready for you, Owen. Look at how wet she is.”
Owen spread her folds, licking his lips as he watched Simon delve into her.
Xenia lifted her head to see what Owen was doing. Would he lick her more? Would he fuck her? “I want you inside me,” she begged.
“We must always give the lady what she wants, mustn’t we?” Owen said.
“We haven’t determined if she is lady or if she’s fae,” Simon retorted.
“I have just the tool needed for that investigation.”
When she looked down, she saw Owen open his breeches, releasing his glorious cock. She sighed, knowing just where he intended to use it. “Yes, put your tool in me. Be very thorough.”
Simon chuckled. His groan matched the feeling of Owen entering her, and she realized he could feel the extra fullness just as she did.
Her men found a rhythm, a very pleasing beat they pounded into her. Simon’s hands offered her breasts to Owen’s mouth, and she grew wetter still, once again climbing that glorious cliff she hoped to fall off soon.
The dual sensations were overwhelming. She felt both of them in her most sensitive places—the push and pull, the give and take—each movement orchestrated to bring her to the brink of rapture.
She couldn’t think of anything but the feel of what they were doing to her. Simon’s thrusts became more insistent, each one stoking the fire Owen fanned as he stroked deeper, until all thought dissolved into pure sensation, a crescendo of pleasure that threatened to engulf her entirely.
As Simon’s touch traced the curve of her waist, a shudder ran through Xenia. She arched into the dual ministrations, her breath coming in ragged gasps. It was Simon’s grunts that broke her, signaling his orgasm. Her hips convulsed, rocking between them, wave after delicious wave cresting.
Owen lasted a bit longer before his seed filled her, his face looking pained. He almost growled with satisfaction. Somehow the sound increased the pleasure she felt.
After moments that stretched into eternity, with the trembling aftershocks of their passion still quivering through her, Simon gently withdrew and rose from the bed. He fetched a cloth and dampened it in the ewer. He returned to Xenia’s side and began to wash himself with meticulous attention.
Owen moved to stand at the foot of the bed, his gaze rapt on Xenia as he finished undressing
Simon’s hands were gentle as he wiped away the evidence of their shared ecstasy from between her legs. The tender strokes of the cloth were soothing, a balm to the fire that had raged so fiercely within her moments ago.
A now naked Owen asked, “Should we untie her?” His lips were twitching as he fought a smile.
Standing and looking down at her submissive display, Simon smacked his lips. “I don’t know. I rather like how she looks. Perhaps we’ll want to take her again shortly.”
They both laughed.
Xenia tugged with both legs and the restrained arm. “I’m cold. Someone free me, please.”
“We could free you.... or we could warm you.” Owen trailed a hand up her calf.
Xenia bit her lower lip and closed her eyes with a moan. Her body was still overly sensitive.
Giving in to a chuckle, Owen loosened the cravat binding her leg and examined the skin before moving to her arm. Simon freed the other leg. Xenia rubbed her wrist, drawing her knees up as she watched Simon undress.
Owen planted a kiss on her wrist. “If you find you like being bound, we should look for silk next time. Less chance of injuring your delicate skin.”
She wasn’t certain how she felt about it just yet. Not being able to touch her men while they loved her was frustrating, yet being completely at their mercy gave her an unusual thrill. But now she was tired and sated and ready for sleep.
Xenia melted into a languid peace as she lay enveloped in the warmth of Owen’s and Simon’s bodies. She turned her head to look at each of them, their features softened by satisfaction and the dim light of the hearth. “There’s no question about it. It takes both of you to satisfy me.”
Simon’s lips quirked into a half-smile, his eyes alight with a joy that made her heart swell. “Then we shall never question it again,” he agreed, his hand finding hers and giving it a gentle squeeze.
Owen chuckled, the rumble vibrating against her side. He leaned over and brushed his lips against hers, a kiss featherlight but brimming with promise. “We are yours, Zee, in every way that counts.”
Simon joined the tender ritual, his kiss a lingering touch on her forehead. “Indeed, in pleasure and in love.”
Their laughter mingled, low and content, filling the room with a harmony that spoke of intimacies far beyond the physical.
As they settled into the bed, the boundaries of their bodies blurred, three becoming one in the afterglow of their union.
Xenia, nestled between them, knew a rapturous serenity that Simon and Owen were hers, husbands and lovers for eternity.
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