Their Tale

Mi

The night continues with the Angel taking the tough and easy conversations of being the surprise Nader heir. Many asked him where he was all this time, some having the audacity to speak as though he was scavenging for the position but with respect and smart tones he answered "I was just busy saving lives." And "I didn't need the position, but you might need mine. Be careful."

It was amazing and borderline sexy to see the man I loved and desired in and out find a place of power, control and general humble attitude to a situation like this. To make it better we were together. Speaking to those who were truly humble and found it in themselves to want to grow communities was amazing. The general respect we got was easily because some simply didn't want to speak ill towards a Nader, and the way Angel spoke for us when someone, mostly men were out of place.

Through the night I felt what I had missed for days and nights. Being complete with Celeste and Angel. The feeling of being held, spoken for and praised in power by Angel. I felt myself remembering my Master. Each mistaken slip where our skin would touch, the feather light breath as he whispered in my ear, kisses on my check that would travel to my neck, by mistake I don't know. But a listful part of me wished the kisses would go lower, his hold would get more possessive and his words would say what he truly wanted to say. Feeling my thoughts reake havoc on my desires I step away from them slowly as we speak "I'll be right back."

Letting my hand slip from Angels I walk to the bar for some water. Angel and Celeste in my sight as they dance slow together, but that's not what takes me in. It's the look she has as he bends lower to her, his lips trailing on her jaw. Celeste acts a face of normality while holding his arms in her hands as a form of balance when I see them both set their eyes bring me into their world.

Leaving my glass of water on the table a rush going through my body I see Angel almost guiding Celeste. In a subtle turn they begin to walk, eyes on me to make sure I was trailing behind.

Following them I see them head to a flite of stairs in a far lit corner. When they reach the empty second floor of the building Angel guides Celeste into what I assume is a bathroom. When I follow in behind them, I see Celeste leaning against the basin of the bathroom, Angels body pushing her against it. With my hand still on the door I lock it.

She sees me walk in, Angel looking up to see me standing stagnant in one position. Bringing his hand out it is clear of what I am being asked to do. Unconsciously I walk forward, my heels somehow balancing my shaking body when I bring my hand to his. With no words he brings me beside Celeste, my hand leaning on his shoulder.

That is when I feel his hand rise, brushing my cheek softly he brushes his thumb over my lips. My breath shaky in pace when he brings his hand down giving gentle pressure to my throat before continuing his journey. He is gentle as he brushes his hands over Celeste and I, his fingers trailing down our bear arms. Celeste gasp in shaky breaths at the shiver, from the feelings that he was bringing to us. Taunting us with his thoughts and acts he could only give and inflect on us. Shivers run through me when I feel his breath brush on shoulder "Stop me." He groans pushing us against the basin.

The feeling of the hard surface bite into my back making me arch slightly, but my lips, they won't let the words go. They won't lie. Celeste in the same state when he motions for us to sit on the counter piece. Following his instruction, we rise to it, my body moving until I am sat on the edge of the white a gold marble top.

The cold marble on my skin cooling me down as much as possible when I feel his hand on my leg, burning me in a trail "Stop, me." He whispers once again; this need for us to stop him. He knows that if he gets to where he wants, he won't stop. It will shatter any unknown feeling letting all the lust that we had been hungry for all night go. Yet we don't.

His fingers brush closer and closer to the place between our thighs "Fuck, stop me. Please." He groans a last time. It's then that I see Celeste has her hand over his, the slit of her dress giving his easy access, but it's her leg rubbing between his thighs that brought the sound of passion.

I move forward letting my lips kiss his neck, trailing my glossed kisses higher when I am close to his ear "Don't stop." My legs open when I feel his hand brush against the lace of my underwear, Celeste's surprising gasp as she holds on to my arm for balance. Her position next to me allowing her to grip my arm in surprise.

His fingers teas me, never putting enough pressure to bring me what I crave when he slides my underwear to the side. Its then that he brings my body to a feeling only achieved when his fingers touched me and Celeste's moans merged with mine. I hold his shoulder with one hand as the other takes Celeste's into my own in a state of connected pleasure. Her shy moans and whispers of pleasure echoing in the room.

Gridding on his fingers my moans, as hard as I try to muffle them break free. His fingers bringing pleasure brought by my arousal. With no warning he pushes his finger in me. His name falling from our lips I ride the bliss he pleasures us with. Fingers run through his hair while he took hold of my body.

His thrusts are deep and slow with no rush, that's where he needed us and where we needed him. The bathroom is filled with moans and fallen whispers of 'yes' and his name when we added to it. Adding a new finger, he fucks us slow and hard, our pleasure his only mission, one he was succeeding at.

"I'm so close." Celeste whispers, her head thrown back in this haze of please between her thighs that ran through her body. Hearing her words, he pumps faster, his thumb rubbing my clit in the same motion "Evita, kiss her." The command of his request in something I follow with pleasure and obedience. Bringing Celeste closer to me I let go of Angel who continues his torture and lock my lips with Celeste. Her growing moans swallowed by the kiss.

Celeste begs her fingers into my arm, Angels fingers on a repeat of thrusts and motions bringing us both into a state of climax we could only reach when we were together. When he was touching us, and when he brings his body closer and thrusts deep. Going closer to Celeste he whispers in her ear before his lips suddenly lower and his kiss becomes a heavy bite. Her reaction is to deepen our kiss, her teeth pulling at my bottom lip, the subtle pain pushing me over. I have no time to process the climax that follows from his actions.

My hand involuntarily holding his when I feel my body rise and crash in pleasure, Celeste following just seconds after with mine and Angels names as her praise. The kiss the only thing keeping our loud climax at bay. Falling to his shoulder I hold onto him, when he removes his fingers from me. Grabbing some paper towels on the side he cleans us carefully.

Letting us down from the basin top and taming the results of our actions. When he is done, he stops, almost frozen in a trance of focus and strong glance. The way he looked at us, it was like he was in this state of disbelief. Slowly he brings his hand to my cheek brushing until he reaches my lips, his thumb brushing across my lip "Mi sirena." I close my eyes in the memory of this missed action, one that I longed for each morning I left the apartment. Letting me go he brings Celeste closer to him, brushing her hair from her neck he brings her closer and lays a gentle kiss on her forehead "Mi esmerelda."