Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 108650 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 543(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108650 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 543(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
Above us, our reflections writhed together in every angle the mirrors could capture. It took only a shift of my head to change the view, but everywhere I looked, I saw the tightly corded muscles of El-Mudad’s broad back, the flex of his butt with every thrust. I saw my legs spread wide beneath Neil, my hair spilled across the gleaming silk pillowcase like rivers of dark satin. El-Mudad dropped his head back, eyes closed, his rapturous expression captured in his reflection.
Neil twisted between us, every muscle strained as he reached the breaking point. He came with desperate intensity, throaty vocalizations exploding from him with every thrust of El-Mudad’s hips. With a wail of release louder than I’d ever heard from him, Neil rammed deep and dug his teeth into my shoulder.
My thighs trembled. Shocks exploded through me, racing faster and faster with every pulse that emptied him into me. I arched beneath him, grinding my clit against the base of his erection, and a burst of silky wetness between my labia slicked over us both. I tipped my head back with a long moan. Neil collapsed, barely braced over me on his elbows, and rasped, “Harder. Make yourself come,” to El-Mudad.
I doubted he needed much encouragement. His thrusts had already become erratic, and he seemed to be visibly struggling not to lose himself. Given permission to let go, he jerked Neil’s hips back with every thrust, forcing Neil’s still-throbbing cock to slide inside me. Neil whimpered and hissed at the overstimulation. El-Mudad came with a shout and slumped over Neil’s back, shuddering.
For a long moment, the only sound in the room was our heavy breathing. “I must move,” Neil said with a quiet laugh. “Or I fear I might crush my wife to death.”
El-Mudad chuckled, exhausted, and wiped his hands down his face. “Okay. I need just a moment to get over the head rush.”
Neil grimaced as El-Mudad withdrew, then let me up.
I rolled from beneath them and sat up. “I don’t have a head rush, so I’m going to go that way.” I pointed out the doors, to the bathroom. “I’ll start the shower.”
“We’ll be along,” Neil said. El-Mudad flopped onto the bed beside him, arms flung above his head in a perfect picture of satisfaction.
In the bathroom, I turned on the shower. I still had to fiddle with the taps to know which heads turned on where. Powerful jets were set into the wall in positions that were not meant to get me clean. Neither was the detachable showerhead meant for personal cleanliness. But it had a lot to do with the shackles on the wall.
I found the right lever for the large flat head that created a heavy rainfall in the center of the room and turned it on. When the temperature was just right, I stepped under the water and turned my face up, basking in the glow of the warming light.
“Look at that.”
I opened my eyes at the sound of Neil’s voice and sluiced water through my hair to hold it back. He and El-Mudad stood framed in the doors. That both of them were mine absolutely baffled me. How had I gotten so lucky?
“I am,” El-Mudad said with a grin as he looked up and down my body. “I’m committing every curve to memory.”
I shook my head, my sodden hair swinging behind me. “You guys are going to give me an inflated ego.”
Neil joined me in the spray, looping an arm around my waist. He kissed my forehead. “Then, you’ll have a spare.”
If we hadn’t been in the shower, I would have shoved him.
After we’d washed and dried ourselves, I padded back to the bed, my feet making wet little slaps on the floor. El-Mudad followed, a towel slung around his hips, and Neil came behind him a moment later, his hair still dripping and slicked back.
“I’m going to get a few bottles of water. Is there anything else we need?” he asked, looking between the two of us.
“Just the water,” El-Mudad said, but I piped up, “Can I have my fluffy robe?”
“Water, and a fluffy robe for Sophie,” Neil added to his list. “What about you, El-Mudad, would you like a fluffy robe?”
“There’s one with kitties, and one with stars,” I informed him, as if to further tempt him.
He pretended to consider. “No, but in the future, I would prefer the kitties.”
Neil laughed and left us, and I turned back the covers on the bed. “It’s way too early to sleep, but a little nap before dinner would be amazing.”
“I try to take a nap every day, if I can.” El-Mudad made an “after you” motion for me to get under the covers, and he joined me. “Having someone with me is a unique pleasure.”
I slid into the butter-soft sheets and fluffed up a mound of pillows behind me. I pushed the bolster to the end of the bed. El-Mudad went to bed alone, while Neil and I cuddled up every night? That wasn’t fair.