Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 59320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Rolf’s fingers danced over my flesh, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. As he reached my bare chest, I shivered under his touch, eager for more. His hands cupped my breasts, his fingers gently pinching and rolling my nipples until they hardened under his touch.
“You are so very beautiful,” he whispered, his voice a deep rumble that resonated within me. My heart swelled with his words, a warmth spreading from my chest to the tips of my fingers and toes. His words shouldn’t make me feel this way, only Erik’s should. And yet…
As Rolf continued his exploration, I felt his lips brush against my skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. His kisses started at the crook of my neck and moved downwards, each one more intense than the last. I arched my back in response, eager for him to continue his exploration.
Knowing Erik was watching intensified every sensation I experienced.
Rolf’s exploration continued, his hands now roaming my waist and hips with a possessive gentleness that sent shivers through me. As he reached my inner thighs, I could feel the heat radiating from him, his desire building with each passing moment.
With a gentle yet firm hand, Rolf spread my legs apart, exposing myself completely to him. His gaze met mine as he took in the sight before him, and I could see the raw hunger in his eyes. Without breaking eye contact, he slowly began to trace the soft skin of my inner thighs with his fingers, moving ever closer to the center of my desire.
The tension between us was palpable, and I could feel Erik’s eyes on us like he was there right beside Rolf.
Rolf’s fingers finally reached their destination, gently probing at my most sensitive spots with thick fingers. With every touch, I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me, and I arched my back in response. He continued to explore me gently—for him—but assertively, his fingers working in rhythm with the pounding of my heart.
As our eyes locked once more, Rolf’s desire for me was evident in every movement of his hands. The intensity of our connection was overwhelming, as if we were two lodestone forces pulling each other closer until there was no turning back. He was doing this solely for my pleasure, solely for me.
Suddenly, Rolf’s fingers thrust deep inside me.
I gasped at the unexpected invasion, my body trembling under his touch. He continued to explore me, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. The sensation was unlike anything I had ever experienced before—a feeling of complete surrender to his touch.
My heart raced as I looked over at Erik, who was still watching us intently. I could see the envy in his eyes, but also a deep understanding of the connection between Rolf and me, if not for this one moment in time. His presence in the room was a reminder of the bond Erik and I shared—a bond that extended beyond the physical to something much deeper.
Rolf’s hands continued to move over me, his fingers never stopping their relentless exploration. As he pressed deeper inside me, curling against sensitive spots, I felt my body respond in kind, welcoming him fully into my embrace.
The intensity grew with every passing moment, my breaths becoming shallower and quicker as I struggled to contain my desire. Rolf’s gaze never left mine, his eyes filled with passion and possession that made me feel utterly desired and cherished.
As he continued to move within me, his rhythm building in intensity, I knew that this moment was more than just about physical pleasure—it was about the connection between us three, the bond that we shared and the trust that we had built over time. The trust between us and Rolf might have been precarious and slippery, but it was there, wasn’t it?
Or was this just desire overtaking my thoughts?
And in that moment, as his movements became more frenzied and the air grew thick with anticipation, I felt something shift within me. It was as if all the emotions—the fear, the need, the passion—combined to form a powerful force that bound us together even more tightly.
Meanwhile, Erik’s eyes never left us, his gaze steadfast and unwavering. He watched as Rolf continued to explore me, each movement drawing him deeper into my passion, bringing him into each moment.
As Rolf’s breath grew quicker and his movements more urgent, as if this was a game to him, one he was determined not to lose, I felt myself reaching the pinnacle of my desire. The pleasure built within me, an unstoppable force that threatened to consume me whole. And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, it hit me like a wave.
My body trembled beneath Rolf’s touch, my breath coming in gasps as I rode the crest of my desire. The intensity of the moment washed over me, a storm of pure ecstasy that left me breathless and weak-kneed. And all the while, Erik watched us, his eyes filled with a mix of envy and admiration.