"You're our queen now," I murmur, carrying her toward the bathroom, my bare feet padding over the plush rug. Her weight feels perfect in my arms, soft belly pressing against my chest, the ripe swell of her hips shifting with each step. "Let us worship you."
The bathroom door swings open to steam already curling from the massive marble tub, jets humming low, water scented with jasmine oil that clings to the humid air like a lover's breath. Matteo rises naked from the bed, his long cock half-hard and swaying as he follows, his scent deepening with every stride. Tomas stands, broad frame unfolding, his thick length thickening visibly, pre-cum beading at the tip as he trails us, the rasp of his beard audible in the quiet room.
I lower her into the steaming water inch by inch, her moan vibrating through me as the heat envelops her curves. She sinks back against the tub's edge, full tits floating buoyant, nipples breaking the surface like dark peaks. Rivulets trace her soft belly, pooling in her navel before slipping lower to the dark curls between her thighs.
The water laps at her pussy, and she spreads her legs wide, knees hooking over the tub's sides, offering herself withoutshame. Her slick mixes with the bath, a sweet tang rising amid the jasmine.
"God, you smell so ready," Matteo growls.
He kneels at the tub's side, his fingers trailing through the water to cup one heavy breast. Her nipple peaks dark and tight against his palm, her breath catching sharp as he rolls it between his fingers.
Tomas drops to his knees opposite, silver beard scraping her inner thigh as he grips her hips, pulling her ass forward until her pussy crests the water's surface. His breath fans hot over her folds, swollen and glistening, clit peeking pink and needy.
"Let me take care of you," he rumbles, his voice gravel-rough.
His tongue drags flat from her entrance to her clit, savoring the creamy slick that coats it, thick and heady like ripe berries warmed by sun. She bucks, water sloshing, her cry echoing off the tiles as he seals his lips around her clit, sucking with firm pulses while two thick fingers plunge deep, curling against her walls with a wet squelch.
I strip off my sleep pants, cock springing free, veined and curved upward, leaking steadily. Stepping into the tub behind her, I pull her back against my chest, her wet hair slicking my skin. My hands roam her body, palming her breast, squeezing the soft weight of it until she gasps. I bring my fingers to her mouth.
She sucks greedily, tongue swirling my digits clean, her moans muffled and hungry.
My other hand dips between her thighs alongside Tomas's fingers, thumb circling her clit while he fucks her open, our combined rhythm making her pussy clench and gush fresh slick.
"Fuck, you're so responsive," I rasp, "every touch pulling sounds from her throat that wreck us completely."
The scent of her arousal, sweet and rising through the jasmine steam, drives my knot swelling at my base. Matteocloses his mouth over her other nipple, his tongue working slow and deliberate, his beard rasping her skin raw. She thrashes, water splashing our chests as Tomas adds a third finger, stretching her with scissoring thrusts, his tongue lashing her clit relentlessly.
Her orgasm hits like a wave.
Her body seizes, pussy fluttering wildly around our fingers, slick flooding hot and viscous. She screams, the sound raw and broken, thighs quivering as she grinds against us. Tomas drinks her down, growling into her folds, while I hold her through it, cock grinding against her ass, knot throbbing against her spine.
We lift her dripping from the tub, water sheeting off her curves, pooling on the heated floor. Matteo spreads a thick towel on the vanity, laying her back like an offering, legs splayed wide.
Tomas positions between her thighs, cockhead nudging her entrance, pre-cum mixing with her slick. "Gonna fill our queen's womb," he vows, thrusting deep in one smooth stroke. Her walls grip him like a velvet vice, sucking him in with obscene wet sounds as he bottoms out, balls slapping her ass.
I feed her my cock, straddling her chest, the plush give of her tits enveloping my length as she sucks the tip, her tongue tracing the slit for salty pre. Matteo claims her mouth fully, fucking between her lips with shallow thrusts, her cheeks hollowing as she moans around him.
Tomas pounds relentlessly, his knot swelling, grinding against her folds until it catches and pops, locking her full. Cum erupts hot and thick, pulsing deep, her belly distending slightly with the flood.
Exhausted and sated, we wrap her in warmed towels, drying every curve with reverent strokes. Matteo carries her back to the bed, settling her against the pillows while Tomas feeds her bites of fruit dipped in yogurt, the tart cream bursting cool on her tongue. I massage her feet, thumbs digging into arches knotted from standing, her sighs like music.
"You're ours to cherish," I whisper, kissing her temple, our scents braided around her like a crown.
She smiles, eyes heavy with trust, body lax in our care.
We settle her back onto the bed, but the morning has other ideas.
Room service arrives without fanfare, someone having the sense to leave it at the door. Her hips twitch, her pussy clenching visibly, fresh slick weeping onto the sheets. Matteo notices, his pale blue eyes darkening. He spreads her thighs wider with his knees, settling between them, cock thickening anew.
"Can't let our queen go hungry here," he murmurs.
He dips his head to drag his tongue through her crease, lapping the mingled juices with wet slurping pulls. Her cry pitches high, back bowing off the bed, tits jiggling as Tomas and I hold her steady, feeding her bites of cheese and bread between gasps. Creamy sharpness and crusty earthiness grounding her soaring need.
I break off a chunk of dark chocolate, letting it melt slightly in my palm, the rich cocoa scent curling heavy in the warm room. I trace it along her collarbone, watch it soften against her skin before I follow the trail with my mouth, and the combination of her and the chocolate does something to my saffron that I am not prepared for.
"You taste like sin wrapped in silk," I growl against her skin, my teeth nipping the underside of her breast, leaving faint red marks that bloom pretty on her olive tone.
Tomas feeds her olives now, briny and slick with oil, the salt exploding sharp as she swirls her tongue around the pit before spitting it into his hand, her gaze playful and heated. He discards it and replaces it with his thumb, letting her suckle the flavor from his skin, her lips sealing tight with hollowed cheeks.