When they touch me (Shelagh Milano)

Chapter 53 ARTEMISIA

Matthew flashes me a gorgeous grin as he steps into the room and closes the door behind him.

“What is going on?” I ask, my voice not more than a loud whisper.

He shrugs while he steps closer to stand directly in front of me. “We thought we would come by to ask you how you slept. Tell me, my beautiful mate. Did you have a good night?”

“You two are impossible,” I say while shaking my head, making them chuckle. “But yes, I guess it was alright.”

Matthew lets his eyes fall onto my lips and lets them wander further down to eye up my body. I heat up automatically as I watch him taking my appearance in.

“Strip,” he says finally, tearing me out of my squirming.

I sense Fynn standing next to me and I turn my face to him, seeing him glaring at me with his jaw clenched.

“Don’t look at him,” Matthew snarls, getting me to look back at him. “I asked you to do something.”

A wave of heat wafts through me, and I smile, loving how he takes control.

Slowly, I start slipping my top off and unbuttoning my jeans to step out of them. I love how his eyes darken, and the green in his eyes glows up as I slip my bra from me. Holding it up in front of him, I let my bra fall to his feet teasingly, before I slide my panties down my legs.

He grins broadly as he comes closer, and my skin prickles, yearning for his touch.

“We will have to teach you a little lesson for sneaking into Logan’s bed like this,” he says, making a shiver run down my spine.

I’m about to answer something flirtatiously as a painful thought passes my mind suddenly, making me worry. As I look up to Matthew with a worried expression, seeing him looking back at me questioningly. “You didn’t feel any pain because of it, right?”

“No, don’t worry. I didn’t feel anything,” Matthew answers with a sad smile.

Before I can push out a relieved breath, it gets hitched in my throat as Fynn presses himself against my back, pressing his lips to my ear. “But I felt you. I felt how you got turned on, how you enjoyed his touch. And I felt every orgasm that rippled through you.”

“Did it hurt?” I ask, gulping as I look at him over my shoulder.

He chuckles, making me feel his hard bulge by pressing it against my ass. “Not at all. Maybe my pride a little bit.”

I lose myself in his intense gaze and nearly don't catch the movement of him passing Matthew something.

“Turn around,” Matthew instructs me, getting my attention back to him. “Stand in front of the mirror.”

Detaching myself from Fynn, my heartbeat picks up as I comply with his wishes. He follows to stand behind me and puts his hands on my hips before he drags a footstool next to us. “Put your foot up.”

I blush as I realise that it means that I will expose myself totally to them. This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

Not that there would be anything they didn't already see.

Lowering my gaze, I put my foot up. I feel his hands moving over my body as he wraps his arms around me and hugs me closer to his front.

His hands move up, leaving sparks along my skin as he trails it from my belly to my neck. Grabbing my chin gently, he lifts my head, making me look at him through the mirror. “Don’t look away, Artemisia.”

My heart skips a beat as he moves his hand back down to my pussy and spreads my folds with his fingers. “Look how beautiful you are.”

Oh, Goddess.

While still holding me open, he slips one of his fingers on my clit, feeling my wetness increasing.

I moan, leaning back against him, and enjoy as he massages my core awesomely. “I love how you react to my touch.”

Fynn’s gaze burns itself into my skin as he watches us. He steps in front of me, careful not to obstruct my or Matthew’s view of our reflection. My pussy throbs painfully as he clenches his jaw, and I feel his fingers trailing my leg.

Slowly, he slips his finger between my legs, and pushes a finger into me, careful not to get in Matthew’s way.

“Oh, fuck,” I breathe out, enjoying Fynn moving in and out of me while Matthew continues playing with my clit.

My orgasm builds inside me and I’m about to be pushed over the edge as Fynn growls, “She is close. Right, princess?”

I don’t even care about his usual mocking way of sneering my pet name as I respond with a moan. “Yes! Yes!”

“This will be enough then,” Matthew whispers, stopping my pleasurable treatment instantly and at the same time as Fynn.

“No! What are you doing?” I ask, looking up at Fynn grinning at me. I don’t even get enough time to be confused as Matthew spreads my folds again. Looking into the mirror, I can watch him move a small egg-shaped object down to my core. My eyes widen as he proceeds to position it onto my clit, affixing its small wings against my folds to keep it in place.

Tearing my gaze from it, I look back up to Fynn. “What is that?”

“They call it a couple’s vibrator, babe,” Matthew whispers, kissing my shoulder. Taking out his phone, Fynn types on it while Matthew moves his hands back up to my breasts.

I’m just about to ask something else, as the small toy starts vibrating lowly, interrupting me and every thought process I could have made.

“Oh, my Goddess!” I moan, and I grab onto Fynn’s t-shirt instinctively.

He grins, stepping closer while he keeps sending impulses to the toy between my legs to increase its vibration.

I grab Matthew’s arm with my other hand as he rubs himself against me, sending me in total overdrive with the toy vibrating harder and harder on my clit.

Fynn observes me intently, his eyes darkening while the red flecks take over.

Throwing my head back, I’m thankful that Matthew is holding me as I feel increasingly wobbly on my legs.

“Fuck,” Fynn growls, moving to stand directly in front of me.

I meet his gaze as my orgasm surges through me, my heart flips as I see him clench his jaw, and I grip his t-shirt harder, wanting to pull him even closer.

The fact that he must feel it with me gets me on a new high and suddenly mixes with a strange feeling that must be coming from him.

It risks suffocating me as I climb down my high, but as always, Fynn doesn’t give me the time to feel it out properly.

Grabbing my arm, he turns me around, pulling my back against his front.

‘Mate is perfect,’ I hear Drake growl happily as Fynn hovers over my neck with his lips and breathes me in.

My heart blooms in my chest at this, but the vibrations are getting too intense on my now overly- sensitive clit. “Fynn…” I breathe out, turning slightly, wanting to look at him.

“Just relax,” he murmurs, making me gasp as he throws his phone onto the footstool.

I stare at Matthew wide-eyed, finding him grinning at me. “Take a deep breath. I promise that you will love it.”

Before I can ask what he means, Fynn moves his hands on my ass and down the back of my thighs. I squeal as he lifts me up and spreads me towards Matthew.

Wrapping my arm around his neck, I try to stabilise myself as Matthew steps between my legs. My eyes roll to the back of my head as the sparks erupt at his fingers gliding over my skin mix with the vibrations on my clit.

I bite my bottom lip as my eyes follow his movements as he glides his fingers over my skin until he drives them up my thighs and lets go of me. He opens a small satin bag and takes out another toy.

I laugh as I throw my head back onto Fynn’s shoulder. “Are you trying to kill me?”

“Just training,” Fynn whispers back huskily, making my pussy throb.