I feel a warm sensation spread from my core and through my body when your friend's fingers glide up under my dress. He smirks as he finds his way between my legs and I feel myself shrink. While my body was on fire, my mind started to race. I was starting to feel unsure and anxious.
"Baby..." I breathe, nearly whimpering as I call out for you.
I feel you press your lips on the top of my head. "It's okay Sweetheart. I love you too," you whisper to me, and I feel a necessary relief wash over me.
You raise one of your hands to hold your palm against my throat, using only one arm to keep me pinned back against your chest.
"Is she wet?" You ask. Not even a second after you asked I feel your friend's finger slip under my panties and glide over my sensitive folds - making me jolt in surprise from the sudden touch.
"Drenched," he answers with a slight chuckle.
I feel your chest vibrate when you hum approvingly, sending a wave of tingles down my spine. Your hand glides up along my throat to grip under my jaw and angle my face back towards you.
"Good job, baby girl," you whisper with your lips ghosting over mine before you kiss me with a slow and patient hunger. I stretch my neck to meet your kiss, happily receiving it like always.
I gasp, accidentally breaking our kiss, when I feel your friend press a finger inside me. I snap my head back towards him to catch him muttering a "fuck..." before he lifts his gaze to meet mine.
"You feel good, Beautiful," He says with a voice that's slightly more hoarse. "Think you can take two?"
My mind goes blank. I feel like I've suddenly entered a pop quiz I wasn't prepared for.
Two? Two of what??
My mouth opens and closes as I try to come up with a response, but I only feel my face become warmer by the second. It doesn't help that your friend keeps curling his finger inside me.
You let out an amused chuckle. "Are you not going to answer him?" You ask with a taunt in your voice and give my throat a squeeze.
My breath is hitched when I try to use my voice. "I... I... Uhm..."
You laugh and fortunately decide to come to my rescue. "Yes, she can take two fingers." I feel my cheeks flare even more at the way you stress the words 'fingers'.
A groan escapes me and I arch my body when I feel myself getting stretched by the insertion of your friend's second finger. I hear you inhale sharply through your teeth when my ass presses back against your rock-solid bulge.
In the next couple of moments, the only sound filling the room is my unsteady breath and occasional suppressed moans.
Then your friend suddenly withdraws his fingers. I blink my eyes open to see him stand up and put his hand on the back of the lounge to lean in over me. You hoist me up again on your lap, a necessary action as I've nearly slid off. You position me a bit higher than before and I feel your breath tickle the back of my neck.
I lock eyes with your friend who stares at me silently while I work on steadying my breath.
He sabotages my attempts when he suddenly asks me "Can I kiss you?"