For a long, suspended moment, Julian simply drank the sight of them, Clarissa and Celestia lay beside each other, a vision of surrendered beauty, their breaths shallow and their eyes dark with a mixture of anticipation and vulnerability. The delicate lace of their erotic lingerie was the final, flimsy barrier to paradise.
His hands, which had memorized every curve of their bodies through fabric, now began a new, more intimate exploration.
They slid slowly, deliberately, from their hips down to the warm junction of their thighs.
Even through the damp silk of their panties, he could feel the profound heat and tell-tale moisture that awaited him, A low, approving sound escaped him, They were both more than ready.
