She wanted it.
She needed it.
A soft moan escaped her lips, as goosebumps ran up and down her body. Renwick cupped her chin again and turned her face to his. His eyes penetrated hers, she felt like she could keep no secret from him and she didn’t want to. She wanted him to know her all, to accept her all, to love her all. She didn’t want to close her eyes. She kept looking at him, adoringly, as soft butterfly kisses kept falling on her neck, sending surges of electricity all over her body.
When Renwick finally pressed his lips against hers, she finally closed her eyes. He tasted sweet, like coffee and cream, sugar and spice. She felt his tongue seek entrance and she welcomed him. His hand found hers. It was warm, it offered her the same feeling of safety.
“How can you be so perfect?” Renwick moved away for a second, whispering into her cheek.
Mina blushed again. It seemed that with all this running around, she had totally forgotten what it was like to be wanted, to feel loved. Raphael’s hands gathered the corners of her t-shirt and lifted it up over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra underneath. Somehow, she didn’t feel vulnerable or exposed. Her perky breasts stood tall, her nipples erect. Renwick’s hand traveled down to them slowly, finding the softness of her areola. As he kissed her, he kept caressing her nipple, teasing it, while Raphael continued to kiss her neck, her shoulders, her back. His kisses felt like soft, summer rain on her skin.
She felt herself getting wet. She wanted them both. Was it obvious? Should she feel embarrassed? She had no idea what she should be feeling right now. There was no shame, no feeling of right or wrong. There was only this moment and the three of them.
They gently laid her down and as Renwick continued to kiss her, exploring her lips with his tongue, biting her gently, making her moan softly, as she melted in their arms, Raphael undid the string of her sweatpants, and pulled them down. The sight of her pink panties left him speechless, wanting more, wanting all of her. He traced the hemline with his finger, watching her squirm underneath his touch. Her hand traveled to his hair, raking through it. He knew what she wanted and he was more than willing to make her wishes come true.
Raphael pulled down her panties, leaving her naked, exposed, yearning for his touch. He went down, between her thighs, to the soft spot that emanated warmth, inviting him in but he wanted to take his time. He gently kissed the inside of her thighs. She squirmed again, feeling a ticklish sensation. All the while, Renwick’s lips were barely allowing her to breathe, his hands on her breasts, touching her every nerve.
Raphael reached the soft petals between her legs and only kissed them at first. One, two, three kisses. She spread her legs more, giving him full access. She wanted to feel him inside, deep and hard, but he was teasing her. She would have to wait. He licked her pussy, then blew a little at it. The sensations of hot and cold changed, leaving her breathless. His fingers spread her wetness all over it, then slowly went in. She arched her back, leaving Renwick’s lips. Her eyes closed in an ecstasy, which left her wanting more, begging for more with her every breath.
Raphael’s skilled fingers toyed with her, pushing her right to the brink, then just as she was about to come undone, he’d pull her back and start all over. She felt like her entire body would disperse in their expert hands, she’d become nothing and everything at the same time.
She had no idea how much time had passed. It could have been a second and it could have been days. To her, it was the same. Her mind was a blank, an empty sheet of paper, as Raphael and Renwick filled it with an overpowering sense of pleasure. She never wanted it to end.
Finally, when she thought she could take it no longer, Raphael pushed her over the edge, his fingers having teased her enough, pressing that one perfect spot which exploded from somewhere deep inside of her. She felt like she was falling deeper and deeper down the rabbit hole, her eyes closed, her mind seeing nothing but shiny stars.
Her inner thighs twitched but Raphael’s hand gently pressed down on them, as Renwick kissed her sweaty forehead. Her lips were dry, she felt like she didn’t have a drop to drink that day. When the release finally washed over her, the two guys switched positions and she could hear the sounds of two zippers being pulled down. She opened her eyes, and bit down on her lower lip.
She turned to the side, and saw Raphael pulling down his boxer shorts. His hard cock sprung before her, as an offering. The moment she reached to taste it, Renwick spread her legs and she could feel the tip pressing against her pussy lips. She was so wet, she wanted him to slide right in. Her body revealed her desires, as Renwick effortlessly flowed into her, thrusting hard and deep. His pushing expelled all the air out of her lungs, releasing a loud moan. He buried his head in her shoulder, biting on it gently. She leaned to the side, her hand grabbing at Raphael’s cock dangling before her face. She cupped it with her fingers, feelin
g it pulsate in her hands. Her lips kissed it softly, following the rhythm Renwick was setting, as he pumped into her.
Her mouth opened up, her tongue playing with Raphael’s pride and joy. She took it all in, as much as she could, kissing, sucking, biting at it gently. None of them was hesitating, even for a second. There was no time for that right now. The walls of her pussy were squeezing Renwick in, begging for release. Deep inside of her, Renwick came, his body twitching from his powerful, long-awaited orgasm. A second later, Raphael filled her mouth with his hot sticky cum, watching her reaction.
Then, as if on command, she came again, even harder than before, filled to the brim with their juices, screaming her orgasm loudly, their hands all over her, keeping her safe. She looked up at Renwick, then Raphael, with hooded eyes. She felt a sudden rush of exhaustion, as if all the strength was sucked out of her body, but at the same time, she was filled with a sense of satisfaction. They smiled at her. Renwick kissed her forehead and Raphael landed a sweet kiss on her left temple.
Renwick rolled over, their three bodies now lying next to each other on the small bed. They pulled her close, their hands around her chest, around her hips, on her cheeks, her head in their arms, their legs intertwined.
Mina closed her eyes. Yes, they were made for one another…
Chapter 17
When Mina woke up the following morning, she saw that she was alone in the bed. She lifted her head, but the guys were nowhere to be seen. She frowned a little, thinking they could have at least said goodbye or something, instead of disappearing in the night. That wasn’t very nice.
Then again, it was probably just a fling for them. For her, it was the promise of something more, but if that’s how they wanted it, then of course, she would agree. Besides, it was probably for the better. She didn’t need any distractions. Her brother was alive and she needed to find him. Dante would be returning any day now. She’d finally meet him, face to face.
She was busy trying to convince herself that this really was for the better, when she noticed a message on her desk. She quickly got up, hope burning in the back of her mind, where she herself was barely aware of it. She grabbed it. It only contained a few words, but enough to put a huge smile on her face.
Had a great time. Let’s make it happen again. xoxo, R&R
She put it back on the desk and went to take a shower. She was humming some tune happily, excited about what had happened. Flashes of last night kept popping up in the cinema of her mind, and she even blushed a few times. She never considered herself good in bed, but with the two of them, she felt like everything she did was right. There were no mistakes. She was led by her heart, just like her mother taught her. There was no room for brain work last night.
All of a sudden, a loud knock was heard on the door. It was so loud that Mina thought that someone was about to break the door down. She snorted, thinking whoever that was, couldn’t have picked a worse moment.
“Just a second!” she shouted, turning off the water, grabbing a towel and rushing towards the door.
When she opened it, she saw there was no one there. Her annoyance just went from a mild ten to a fuming ninety. She looked left, then right, but apart from a few students who gave her a cheerful wave or a weird look, there was no one else there. At least, no one who might have knocked on her door a second ago, so impatiently. Then, she looked down. There was a small, red, velvet box lying at her feet.
At first, she was apprehensive about picking it up. She had no idea what was inside or who might have left it.