Evita's Tale

Soul

I feel the bed dip making me move closer to Celeste, leaving me in the centre of the bed. That's when I feel a gentle touch by rough hands glides along my arms. Master, I know his hands when they touch me. They leave chills no other person has ever given me in their touch. My eyes were still closed in sleep while my arms were still around Celeste's waist as I lay on her chest. 

His hands brush my skin, lining patterns on my hip, making me shift from the feeling. That's when I feel the contact between me and his semi-hard-on my ass. Master lets his hand caress me with serine motions to brush my exposed collar. I shift towards the contact when I find myself rubbing against Celeste's breast while exposing my skin to his touch.

He continues his tease, making me hold Celeste as I run my head up and down her chest from the movements of my body. Her hand brushes my hair as she feels the friction between us. His hands are soft and purposeful in his care of me. My nipple slip between his fingers when he rubs them before giving them a hard pinch, my moan slipping in response to him while I continue moving around softly.

My head raised, leaving me hiding in Celeste's neck, breathing heavily even with my eyes closed, refusing to leave the dream that built comfort in their presence. I feel an arm slip under my waist when cold fingers run between my thighs before pushing into me. The sigh of pleasure makes me lean my head back. Guided by the motions, my hands run across Celests breasts, my nails teasing the hardening nub. 

With her flesh in my hand, I mistakenly bite her shoulder softly when Master starts pumping into me, making us breathe through sighs of pleasure. 

My ass grinding on Masters, growing erection as he pumps in me while I play with Celeste when I feel him move closer to my ear, fucking me deep and slow "Play with her pussy, Evita." Moaning as he nips my ear after he speaks, I whisper, "Yes Master."

I bring my hand from her breast, down to her closed legs when I slip between her thighs. Sliding my hand between her until I feel the heat from her thighs. Between them, the response of pleasure is wet and hot. The moment I touch her, she moves her hips at the pace she needs to feel, and when I lift the lace covering her and slip between her lips, she holds my wrist in surprise. Focused on the thrust and arch of my body against his, I leave a gentle kiss on Celests ear before whispering, "Please open up for me, I need you."

Releasing my wrist Celests hips grind with me, moans telling me the feeling we shared was as amazing to her as it was to me. The hard part was concentrating while Master had his fingers so deep into me when he thrusts in deep and suddenly. The action contributes to my pressure on Celeste, which increases. I can feel her arousal slick my fingers, her thighs spreading, wanting more "Master... Evita." She moans both our names, unsure in her haze of pleasure. 

I open my eyes and see her head thrown back in pleasure, Master hovering over my side as he pumps in me, fuck I was so close. I know he feels this when he puts pressure on my clit with his thumb before whispering, "Don't you dare cum." I sigh as my moans carry me "Please...Master, I'm so close." I plea rubbing harder and faster on Celeste's clit, making her bite her lip and hold herself together when I hear her speak, "Please let her fuck me, Master." She begs with a shaking body under my fingertips.

With a deep groan, he takes a grip of my hair with his other arm making me look at the bite mark I left on Celeste's shoulder, "Push two fingers in her, deep." I do as I'm told when I push into her warm core. It grips me as she raises her hips to the feeling of my fingers in her, releasing a big "Yes!" While my fingers fuck her with the same force that was being forced on me.

Bringing his hips closer to me, he takes my hand from my hair and guides my hand to his cock. His fingers were playing pleasure in me as mine were in Celeste, who was dripping on my hand, her eyes watching Master and me, clenching when she catches where my hand had lowered too. It turned her on, seeing me falling apart at his refusal to let me cum. The feeling of her hold on me telling me this, along with her loud moans and fluttering eyes.