I worked my way down lower, over her back and down to the curve of her ass. I dried each cheek like it was a work of art. One soft, round apple at a time. Carefully, I crouched to dry one leg, then the other.
"Turn around," Connor ordered.
Her eyes on him, she turned around slowly.
"Good girl," he said softly.
She swallowed hard.
I started to dry her from the ankles up, slowly inching my way up her thighs. I pried them apart and dried in between them. Inhaling her warm, heady scent, but only gently patting her pussy. I wanted her aching for my touch. Hoping for more. Begging.
Her gaze dropped to watch me work my way up her belly and carefully over first one breast, then the other. Avoiding her stiffened nipples for now.
Finally, I patted her face dry and wrapped the towel around her hair.
"Such a good fucking girl," Connor said. "Did you like that?"
"Yes," she whispered.
"Good," he said. "Now you can be a very good girl and let Riley make you come with his tongue."
"Yes please." I hung the towel back up on the rack, making sure the ends were evenly lined up with each other, and turnedback to her. My hands on her warm, bare hips, I lifted her onto the counter top beside the sink.
"Show me her pussy," Connor said.
Without a glance back at him, I gripped her thighs and parted them, putting her beautiful pussy on display for both of us.
"So pretty," he said. "How wet is she, Ri?"
I slid the tip of one finger down the middle of her slit, making her quiver. "So fucking wet," I said reverently.
"Of course she is," he said. "Show me how you make her come."
I couched and lowered my face between her legs, swiping my tongue over her pussy. She tasted like the sweetest nectar the gods ever made. Sweeter. Headier. Addictive as fuck.
"Leah, play with those beautiful nipples of yours," Connor said.
She didn't seem to know where to look next, at me or at him, so she switched back and forth, while raising her hands to her breasts and rolling her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers.
"Just like that." In the periphery of my vision, Connor leaned his head back so he could watch both of us. His cock must have ached like a bitch. Mine did.
My erection was trying to escape from my jeans. If I was any harder, I'd burst the seams.
Connor barely seemed to notice. His attention was on the way I sucked Leah's clit and the way her hips rolled to meet me.
"Put a finger inside her," Connor said. "Now two."
Leah moaned and whispered my name.
That must have been too much for him. He hastily undid his jeans and pulled out his cock. His hand wrapped around it, he fisted himself slowly while I licked and sucked, bringing her closer and closer to the edge.
"How close are you?" Connor asked.
"So close," she said breathlessly. "So, ahhh." She started to throw her head back.
"Eyes on me," he ordered.
I looked over to him, then back up to her face.
