(Amaia)
Mintaka's lips are tender and he covers mine like a master craftsman. He is a smooth kisser; there is no hurriedness in the movement of his lips or the languid strokes of his tongue. He takes his time, savouring me as if imprinting the first taste in his mind.
The double sensations blaze me with the feeling of their collective lips.
Alnitak's sensual graze on my neck and Mintaka's fervent delicate strokes on my lips.
The twin feelings have my body heating up like a volcano, ready to burst.
The pain in my thigh somehow lessens as if someone has placed a healing balm on one quarter of it.
That's surprising…
And then I feel Alnitak stiffening behind me, his body goes rigid and his breaths come out ragged.
"Amaia!" He whispers with such softness, as if he has found a new meaning to my name.
Mintaka lets me go at his brother's call and I turn to face him.
