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"Good," Brian’s firm tone made my pussy clench. "Because we're going to show you how much we love you back."
Their hands were everywhere at once, peeling away my silk pajamas with reverent urgency. Brian's fingers traced the line of my collarbone as he slipped the top over my head, while Enzo'spalms skimmed down my sides to hook into the waistband of my shorts. The cool air of the bedroom hit my skin like a caress, but it was nothing compared to the heat of their mouths as they began to worship every inch of newly exposed flesh.
"So beautiful," Enzo murmured against my shoulder, his lips trailing down to the curve of my breast. "Every time I see you like this, it takes my breath away."
Brian's mouth found my throat, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there as his hands cupped my breasts. "Three weeks of having you," he said, his voice rough with desire, "and I'm still not used to how perfect you are."
They guided me back onto the bed with gentle insistence, their bodies bracketing mine as they continued their sensual assault. Brian's lips moved lower, capturing one nipple between his teeth while his fingers worked the other. The dual sensation sent electricity racing through my nerves, making my back arch off the silk sheets.
Enzo's mouth was everywhere—my neck, my ribs, the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. Each kiss left a trail of fire in its wake, and I could feel my pussy growing wet with desperate need. When his tongue finally made contact with my clit, I cried out, my hands fisting in the bedsheets.
"That's it," Brian said. "Let us hear you. Let us know how good we make you feel."
But even as Enzo's skilled tongue worked magic between my legs, I felt Brian's hand moving lower, his fingers trailing down the curve of my ass. When he pressed against my back entrance, I gasped, my body going rigid with anticipation.
"Relax," he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear. "Let me open you up. I want to feel you come apart for us."
His finger was slick with lube—our Boy Scout always carried lube, didn’t he?—and he worked it into me with practiced patience. The burn was exquisite, made more intense by the way Enzo's tongue never stopped its relentless assault on my clit. I was caught between them, impaled on sensation that threatened to overwhelm my senses.
"You're so tight," Brian groaned, adding a second finger. "So perfect. I can't wait to feel you wrapped around my cock."
"Brian," I gasped, my hips moving restlessly between their ministrations. "Please. I need—"
"What do you need?" he asked, his voice taking on a conversational tone that was at odds with the filthy things he was doing to my body. "Tell us what you want."
"I want you inside me," I begged, my voice breaking with desperation. "Both of you. I want to feel you both fucking me."
Enzo lifted his head from between my legs, his face glistening with my arousal. "Are you sure? We've never done this before—not together like this."
"I'm sure," I said, my voice firm despite the way my body was trembling. "I trust you. Both of you."
Brian's fingers continued their careful preparation, stretching me open while Enzo's tongue worked my clit with devastating precision. The combination was driving me insane, building pressure in my core that threatened to explode without warning.
"By the way," Brian’s voice was almost casual as he added a third finger. "Do you want us to find our own place, or would you prefer we stay here?"
The question was so unexpected, so matter-of-fact while he was literally fingering my ass, that I couldn't help but laugh. "Here," I gasped, my voice breathless. "Stay here with me. Make this home."
"Good," he said, his fingers curling in a way that made me see stars. "Because I don't think I could sleep anywhere else after this."
"Neither could I," Enzo added, his tongue flicking against my clit in a pattern that made my thighs tremble.
They were working me into a frenzy, their combined attention pushing me toward the edge of orgasm. But every time I got close, they'd slow down, drawing out the pleasure until I was sobbing with need.
"Please," I begged, my hands reaching for them desperately. "I can't take anymore. I need you both. Now."
They exchanged a look over my writhing body, some silent communication passing between them. Then they were moving, positioning themselves on either side of me as they shed their own clothes with efficient urgency. The sight of their naked bodies—Brian's lean muscle and Enzo's golden skin—made my mouth water with want.
"Are you ready?" Brian asked, his voice gentle despite the command in his tone.
"Yes," I whispered, spreading my legs wider in invitation. "Please."
They knelt on either side of me, their cocks standing proud and ready. Brian positioned himself behind me, his hands gripping my hips as he lined up with my prepared entrance. Enzo moved between my legs, the head of his cock pressing against my soaked pussy.
"Together," Brian said. "On three. One—"
"Two," Enzo added, his dark eyes locked on mine.
"Three."
