Chapter Four
The sun was high when I opened my eyes. I was achy and tired in the most pleasant way, tucked under the covers alone in the center of my bed. The clock said it was almost noon, the latest I had slept since this adventure began.
I struggled out of bed and made my way to the bathroom where the candles had burned down, a reminder of the night's passion. I did the necessary, brushed my teeth, and combed the tangles from my hair. I looked tired, but had a definite glow. I suppose after that night any woman would, but I couldn't help but feel the passion was unfinished.
Perhaps they wanted to save penetration for when we were alone, one-on-one. The thought of that made my knees weak, wondering at their different styles. Then I tried to imagine what it would be like with all three of them together and I had to sit down.
"Hello?"
At Julian's call I grabbed my robe and belted it tight over my naked body, slowly opening the bathroom door and perking around. "Yes?"
He'd set a tray of food down on the dresser and was making the bed. Diego had trotted in, happy to see me, but sniffing the air.
"Good morning, or should I say afternoon?" I called.
He looked good in tight blue jeans and a green t-shirt one shade lighter than his eyes. His hair was damp and pulled back into a ponytail. In the early afternoon light he looked fresh and clean, like a painting of an angel. "Good afternoon. We thought we'd let you sleep in. I brought you brunch."
"Thank you. I shouldn't eat in bed. I want to get some writing done."
"Enjoy breakfast, the writing will wait. I'll set it up in the sitting room if you want to dress first."
I did but my stomach chose then to rumble loudly. Flushing, I shook my head. "I am rather hungry."
Brunch turned out to be a small filet mignon sliced thin with Hollandaise sauce, scrambled eggs with cheese and some of the previous night's chili, and whole wheat toast. There was orange juice and coffee as well, and he'd made the coffee perfectly with the right amount of sugar and cream.
"This looks delicious."
He sat with me on the love seat and passed me a napkin and utensils. "Eat up. Protein is good."
I was surprisingly comfortable with him in the daylight. I guess sleeping in someone's arms would do that. I still felt great puzzlement at the night, despite the pleasure.
Halfway through after several bites I sat back contented with the food, but nervous. "Pierre said the reason why...my begging did no good, is that the timing wasn't right. What does that mean?"
"Darling, don't you know that hunger is the best sauce?"
To underscore this point he opened my robe, exposing my breasts to the cool air. Diego, well mannered, padded into the bedroom leaving us alone. Julian dipped his finger into the Hollandaise and trailed it over a nipple.
I moaned in equal dread and anticipation as he bent down and licked it off. Shockingly arousal bloomed anew.
"You like a bit of mess, don't you?"
I shivered to know he'd realized one of my secrets. "Yes," I sighed.
He grabbed the one unexplained pot off the tray and held it up. I smelled frosting. "I believe you would be more of a sweet splosher."
He knew the term, and hearing one of my fetishes made juices gush from my pussy. I could only whimper as he pressed me back into the couch and slipped off his shirt. I knew my eyes were as wide as saucers at the promise of something I'd so long been without.
Then he offered me the pot. I took a glob of frosting and held his gaze, trying to keep my breathing even and deep.
"What do you want to do with that?" Julian asked knowingly. There was still a shy little boy in his eyes, though his voice, face, and body were all hungry man and leashed need.
I spread it on his chest, smoothing it over the light sprinkling of golden hair. I couldn't help the whimper at that, and Julian made an answering rumble. When it was all on him he leaned in close, holding my eyes as he rubbed his chest against mine.
Shivering I rubbed back and raised my hand, still frosted, up to his face. Cupping it, I brought his lips to mine. He trembled in my arms, and when I licked the seam of his lips he opened for me. The power I felt in that simple gesture fueled my desire, but soon he took control. I felt him scoop out the rest of the frosting and press it between us.
Suddenly he pulled back and lifted me to my feet with him, the robe fluttered to the ground. He massaged the frosting into my breasts as I gasped for air, pulsing with desire.
"This is what you wanted last night, wasn't it?"
How did he know? "Yes. I wanted your cum, all of your cum, on my tits. I wanted to feel you massage it in."
He closed his eyes and shivered. "I thank the goddess for you."
Twice now a goddess had been mentioned, and I'd been portrayed as a gift. I wondered at the unusual phrasing, but I was caught in the moment.
"Fuck me, Julian. Please fuck me!"
He stopped then, pulling back his hands curled into fists. "Go lay on the bed."
Yes!
I nearly ran back into the bedroom and let Diego outside, laying down on the bed to lick my lips. He strode in, pants still on, the white frosting nearly glowing on his tanned skin. He opened my nightstand drawer.
"I don't have any condoms," I said quickly.
"We don't need any."
"No, Julian, only safe sex."
"Indeed." He pulled out my favorite toy, a little three inch vibrator for my clit. It had been my sole companion sexually for two years and I hadn't used magic to replace it. Seeing him touch such a private thing seemed equally embarrassing and arousing, a strange feeling.
"What are you doing?"
"Lay back, Anna. Please."
I did, wondering just what was afoot. He knelt on the bed and stopped. "I wish I could paint you, just like this. Your eyes are like a stormy sea when you're aroused."
I bit my lip as he turned on the toy with a little twist. Holding it aloft, he smiled, and then he settled along my side. He wrapped one arm around me, drawing me close, and the other brought the toy gently down on my clit.
Crying out I grabbed for him, twisting my body to undo his pants. The toy left and he pushed my hands away.
"Please, Anna, let me pleasure you."
