I follow them into the bedroom. My gaze is centered on the immense bed; it's set diagonally against a corner: the room a glow with candlelight. There are restraints secured on the headboard of the oak trimmed bed. The meaning behind the placement of the soft, silk scarves have my heart racing.
My just loved-on clit throbs with anticipation. I watch breathlessly as Greg strips Amy completely, her tan nipples fully erect. He leans down briefly to suckle a large thimble sized point before looking back over his shoulder in my direction.
Judging by his expression, I see that he's waiting for my reaction. The decision is mine, as each step from the beginning of our tryst has been. He waits patiently as I move closer, perhaps believing I'll run away as timidly as a rabbit from a voracious wolf but there's something mesmerizing about the look that has appeared in his soulful brown eyes.
I feel my buds crinkle in response: Greg's look draws me deeper and deeper to his machinations. Amy leans against him. Her breasts are pressed against his left side, so I move in on the other. His arm slips about my waist, the other slides around hers. He tightens his arms, squeezing us together, breasts touching breasts, mound grazing mound. He releases a sigh of satisfaction. He realizes there is no going back for any of us and rejoices in the power, the absolute pleasure at the fruition of his plans.
Greg leans down slightly to kiss us, deeply, yet briefly, reminding us how wonderful a hungry mouth can be. I lean forward, kissing Amy's lush mouth softly. I can discern the taste myself on her, the scent of my warm pussy emanates from her soft skin.
Greg's breathing echoes harshly in the stillness, revealing that he wasn't expecting a move from me so soon. I feel a sense of mastery at the rugged sounds emanating from him. It nearly covers the rush of blood pounding in my ears. There is a faint knowing smile on his lips, a male realizing he's about to be pleasured beyond his wildest dreams. This is all so new, yet it's very licentiousness is somehow familiar, freeing me from all my would-be inhibitions. I have a clear image at what the night will hold for me.
Greg leads Amy to the bed, pushing her gently onto the wide expanse of black cloth. Grabbing her wrists, he ties them securely, using the silk scarves left expressly for this purpose. I mirror his actions and secure her ankles, spreading them wide: using the ties that are in position from the footboard of the bed.
He pushes me onto the bed with her suddenly, kissing me deeply, my thighs brush against Amy, flesh meeting flesh. His fingers part me, burrowing into my softness. He removes them, holding them out to Amy who hungrily sucks them clean.
He repeats the process, except this time he dips into Amy, wetting his digits in her spread pussy. He licks at them slowly and then leans in to kiss me, his tongue plundering me as sinuously as a snake. I taste the unfamiliar there: a different flavor than my own brand of honey, it's musky but still sweet. He moans softly, the fantasy well within his grasp.
Greg quickly peels away his clothing: his large erect member juts out proudly, the bulbous tip nearly purple with desire. Just the sight of his throbbing cock has me completely subdued. Amy is gazing at it hungrily; we are both puppets for his pleasure pleasure, willing slaves for his touch.
He gazes at us lustily, while stroking his member briefly. Watching him play with his protruding muscle has the wetness leaving my pussy.... I feel it leak out, flavoring my thighs. Judging by Amy's expression, she is just as affected.
Small pearls of delight form at the tip, my mouth waters for a taste of him.
He climbed onto the bed and knelt beside Amy, feeding her the head of his cock. Her soft moans of delight egg me on: I repositioned myself, jockeying for a taste as well, licking over the full, mushroomed shaped cap with abandon.
