“Put your hands above your head, and hold on to the rail behind your neck,” Stone told her.
She stared at him as she slowly raised her arms up. Her breasts pushed forward, and both men watched her intently.
“These breasts are mine,” Emerson whispered, then leaned forward and licked across a nipple again.
“This pussy is mine,” Stone told her as he maneuvered his fingers, added a third digit, and began to pump harder and faster into her cunt. She closed her eyes and
moaned at the overwhelming sensation. Their words, strong thick hands, sensuous mouths, and incredible personalities had her feeling as if she were having an out of body experience right now. She didn’t care that she was half-naked, exposed to their view, or anyone else’s for that matter. She wanted to find relief. She wanted to get lost in what she felt she was on the edge of. That tight, strong, deep sensation warning her that she could snap in two if she continued to allow them to take her there.
She was so wet. Let me come. Oh God, please I can’t take it.
“Stone, Emerson, please.” She panted.
She felt Emerson’s lips against hers. Right before he kissed her deeply, she felt his warm breath, fast and hard against her lips. Stone was thrusting his fingers faster. She opened wider, sunk down lower so his fingers could reach that spot, that was so very close to bringing her to oblivion.
“Come,” Emerson whispered then covered her mouth.
Stone whispered, too. “Come.” And she did. She shook and exploded right there against Stone and Emerson. She moaned and convulsed beneath their touches, their lips, and their strokes. They were one. They shared her orgasm and pulled everything she had from deep within her.
Emerson softly released her lips, as Stone slowly pulled his fingers from her wet, slick cunt. She opened her eyes and both men were there, smiling at her.
“Gorgeous,” Emerson stated.
“All ours.” Stone softly kissed her lips.
Each man then cupped a breast, and stroked their thumbs along her nipples.
“The night is young, sweet Antoinette,” Stone whispered, then reached toward the table to take a sip of wine while still caressing a breast in his other hand.
“That it is, Stone. That it is,” Emerson added, holding her breast in his palm, massaging and caressing her skin.
“Amazing,” Toni whispered then looked out across the water. The sun was nearly completely set, and the sky an abundance of dark orange and red colors swirling around, swallowing up the city from their view.
I wish every night could be like this. In the arms of Stone and Emerson without a care in the world and nothing to fear.
* * * *
Stone helped Antoinette retie her top, despite the desperate need he had to be inside of her. She was sweet, soft, and well built in all the right places, but she was also shy and reserved. He knew she wasn’t like other women he’d bedded in the past. It made her even more special. He was feeling a bit overwhelmed with emotions and a feeling of possessiveness. So he stood up and excused himself a moment.
Emerson squinted at him. His best friend, more like a brother, knew him as well as Stone knew himself. But with thoughts of lifting Antoinette up into his arms, or over his shoulder, and carrying her to the bed downstairs, he knew he needed to take a breather. He felt overwhelmed.
* * * *
“Is he okay?” Antoinette asked Emerson as he watched her watching Stone disappear into the cabin and head below deck.
“He’s fine. He enjoyed himself as much as I did. You’re exquisite, Antoinette.” Emerson pulled her closer to his side.
They stared out at the night sky and now the buildings and skyline in the distance were illuminated with the small square lights. The city that never slept, even from out here on the water.
“It’s so beautiful, and such a treat to view the city from the water like this. It was very nice of your boss to allow you to use his yacht tonight, Emerson. You know, you and Stone didn’t have to go to such measures for me. Just being with the two of you anywhere would make me happy,” she told him. He wasn’t completely surprised by her statement. Antoinette wasn’t a woman to go after a man for his money or his assets. She liked them because of their sincerity, their show of affection. So why was he feeling guilty right now? How would she react, when she found out they were billionaires?
He reached for her hand as they stood by the railing overlooking the decks below.
She jerked away from him, her bangle bracelets clattering together.
“Hey, what’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” he asked, and she took a step back and pushed the bracelets lower on her wrist.
“No. I think my bracelets pinched my skin. It’s okay. Uhm, I’d like to use the ladies’ room.”