I swallow a gulp of air. The size of one of these men would be intimidating; two are a challenge that I will either meet or happily die trying.
Dante catches my eye, and his grin is cocky, but he obviously has the goods to back up all that confidence.
When he lifts a foot to step into the tub, I stop him. “What are you doing?”
“Thought you wanted us to come in.”
“You’re not naked yet.”
He glances down at his briefs. “These will help my willpower.”
I narrow my eyes. “What if I don’t want you to have willpower?”
The sexy rumble of his laugh echoes off of the bathroom walls as he steps backward and tucks his thumbs into the sides of the waistband of his briefs. My breath catches in my chest as he tugs downward, releasing his massively long and thick erection.
Once it springs free, I’m confused about how it ever fit in his underwear. I’m nervous about how it will fit inside me.
“Don’t worry,” Dante says. My thoughts must be clear on my face.
The bathwater seems to increase by twenty degrees as I continue to stare. Dante’s cock is so beautifully veined that it appears to be specially designed for female pleasure. I’m in awe.
Motion to the side catches my eye and I look to Darian. The men had been removing their clothes together, but Darian has waited for his own reveal, and I’m extremely grateful. I tear my eyes away from Dante to watch Darian remove his final piece of clothing, and my pussy throbs as his cock, a glorious twin to his brother’s, is exposed.
Lord, help me.
“You’re both truly beautiful men,” I say, once I find my words.
“Not as beautiful as you,” Darian says without missing a beat.
“Come in here.” I center myself in the tub, which thankfully is quite large, but it’s hard to tell if it will be big enough.
Dante steps in first, then Darian, and as they sink down on either side of me, some water sloshes over the lip of the tub.
The twins settle in on each end, and I’m between them wondering what to do and where to go first. Dante makes the decision for me, reaching for my arm and turning me so that my back faces him. He pulls me through the bubbles until my body rests against his solid chest and his slippery arms and legs surround me.
His cock bobs against my back, and my nipples go hard even in the warm water.
If we were alone, I’d be inclined to rest my head on Dante’s chest, close my eyes, and relax. But the sight in front of me is too good to miss. Darian’s watching me, a sexy grin curling his lip. “Would you like some wine?” he asks.
“Sure.” It’s hard to imagine this experience getting any better than it already is, but sure, I’ll have some wine.
Darian pours a glass for all three of us, and after we all take a drink, I slide over to Darian’s side of the tub, wanting to give the men equal time.
Dante finds one of my feet under the water and cradles it in his hands, resuming his massage. Darian brushes my hair back from my face and presses his lips along my jaw and cheek until I turn to meet his mouth.
He kisses me, and I’m nearly tempted to pinch myself, because this all feels like a dream. I guess, in a way, it is. Not a dream, but a fantasy, brought to life for just one night.
Darian’s lips gently tug at my lower lip as his tongue strokes across it. I open for him, and his mouth claims mine, tender but firm.
We carry on kissing, his fingers stroking over my arm, my body growing more and more needy, until Dante’s hand on my shoulder tugs me gently away. He’s closer now, and his mouth immediately takes the place of his brother’s, claiming my mouth as his.
I could carry on kissing these two men for an endless amount of time. I’ve never been a particularly huge fan of kissing, but they elevate it to a new experience altogether.
I feel cherished and desired, like I’m the only woman they’ve ever wanted. I must be getting drunk from these kisses.
Tonight isn’t supposed to be about emotional feelings — only physical ones — and I’m ready to experience more.
Reaching out on either side of me, I find their cocks, both hard and ready, and I wrap my hands around each of them. Though the tips of my fingers touched when I stretched my arms around their bodies, the same can’t be said for my hands circling around their cocks.
I start to stroke them, and I swear they grow larger still. It can’t even be possible.
Darian clears what’s left of the dissolving bubbles from my chest and bends to take one of my nipples in his mouth. When I moan and squeeze their cocks in my hands, Dante says, “Maybe we should take this into the bedroom.”