When he starts to massage my feet, I squirm at first, feeling ticklish, but then moan as he presses his thumbs into the pads of my feet.
“You weren’t lying when you said you know how to please a woman,” I tell him. “If you give me some chocolate, you’ll have met all my needs in life.”
“That can be arranged,” Jonathan says with a laugh.
“I feel like I’ve won some kind of lottery, being invited to spend the night with the three of you.”
“Every woman should be treated this way,” he says. “But don’t get the idea that we’re selfless. We get a lot of pleasure out of it, too.”
“What pleases you?” I ask. “Specifically?” There’s no way I want to do all of the taking tonight, and so far, I have a lot of catching up to do.
One side of Jonathan’s mouth curls into the sexiest grin I’ve ever seen. “Can I show you?”
10
A new kind of heaven
He leans over and lifts me from the waist, standing with me in his arms, and then bringing us both down to the floor, me on his lap, straddling him.
“Are you feeling rested?” he asks.
“Ready for anything.” I reach for his shirt buttons again, and this time he lets me undo them, his eyes growing darker as he watches my progress. Underneath, there’s a frustrating white t-shirt, which I pull over his head as soon as I have his arms clear of the flannel shirt.
“That’s better,” I say, sliding my hands over his smooth pecs and down to his tight abs.
“It’s only fair that you be bare chested, too,” he says, reaching around to find the clasp of my bra.
“I’m nearly naked,” I say. “You still have your pants on, and your brothers are fully clothed.”
Jonathan deftly unhooks my last remaining article of clothing and tosses it to Corbin, who’s sitting in a nearby chair, watching us.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful, Christine,” says Brendan, who’s standing at the edge of the room, a glass of water in his hand.
“So beautiful,” Jonathan echoes, bending his head to pull one of my breasts into his mouth. He sucks at it tenderly, before doing the same to the other one.
When he lifts his head, I move to open his jeans. “You were going to show me what you like?”
“It’s not down there,” he says, smiling.
“It’s not? I find that hard to believe.” Regardless, I proceed to unzip his pants.
“Don’t get me wrong,” he says, as I explore the bulge that’s concealed beneath his briefs. “I like that — a lot — but it’s not what I wanted to show you.”
“Are you sure?” I tease, as I slide the band of his briefs lower. When the head of his cock is revealed, my pussy pulses in response. He’s thick, and as I slide my hand lower into his pants, I find that he’s also long.
I run my hand over the length of him, which is still mostly covered by fabric. A bead of precum glistens on his tip and I can’t resist collecting it with my finger. He watches me bring it to my mouth and he groans when I lick it off.
“What were you going to show me?” I ask, grinning at the way his eyes are still riveted to my lips.
My question breaks his focus and he leans in to kiss me. It’s quick, but full of desire. When he pulls away, he leans backward, propping himself up on his elbows. “Slide up here.” He reaches for my hip and urges me toward his chest.
I don’t move and must look confused, because he says, “I want you to sit on my face.”
“What?”
“You asked what I like, and I’m telling you.”
I’ve never done that before. “Won’t I crush you or suffocate you?”