"She really is lovely, Rafe." He leaned forward and kissed her.

Her eyes popped open, but she didn't draw away. Somehow she had known all along this was going to happen. She felt Rafael's arm bracing her. She could smell him, but she tasted Luca. So very different from Rafael.

Slowly, he drew down the sleeve of her blue silk dress, baring a breast. He shifted back, and Rafael took possession of her mouth as she felt firm, wet lips wrap around her nipple. She arched up into the hands of these two men who seemed to know exactly what they were doing.

Then there were hands on her body, stroking, pulling at her dress, removing it, along with her shoes. Luca was on the floor, his teeth at the waistband of her panties, pulling them down her legs. She raised her hips and he drew them off. He lifted one of her legs and began to kiss his way up over her calf, over her knee, spreading her legs and licking at her inner thigh.

Rafael dropped to his knees and lifted her other leg and repeated the process to that limb. By the time they were done she was squirming on the couch, her pussy throbbing, demanding attention. She felt like the most wanton creature imaginable as she allowed the two men to possess her body, keeping her legs spread, her engorged pussy lips opened and exposed.

"Rafael," she moaned, begging for relief.

He moved between her legs, his moist breath feathered over her throbbing, stiff clit, and then she cried out as his tongue sank deeply inside her and he sucked at her juices.

Luca moved up onto the settee and pressed his lips to hers, as his hand cupped her breast, kneading her flesh.

"Oh, God," was about all she could manage as her orgasm washed over her. Luca's mouth fastened onto her breast and he sucked deeply as Rafael's tongue swirled over her clit, penetrating inside her channel again and again.

His hands sifted upward to cup her full cheeks. Slowly he pulled her down to the floor, and Luca spread her out. "The look on her face," he growled. "This is how I want to paint her. Just like this."

Rafael was still bent over Cherri's mound, pressing kisses to her abdomen, nipping and working his way upward. Luca moved behind him, wrapped his arms around his torso, and began unbuttoning his shirt. Cherri watched as his hands flattened over Rafael's broad chest, pressing upward over his defined pecs, teasing his nipples, then back downward.

Finally, he pulled Rafael's shirt from his body and allowed it to drop to the floor. He began kissing his shoulders, along his spine, as his hands worked Rafael's taut body. Finally Rafael lifted up and arched back against Luca. One of Luca's hands slid down inside the front of Rafael's pants and Cherri heard his sharp hiss of pleasure.

"So hard," Luca murmured. "It's been a long time. I'd take you tonight, but I know that's not what you want."

Rafael looked down at Cherri. "He's going to make me come, Cherri. I want to watch you come when I do."

She was so turned on watching them, she didn't think it would take much to do that. "What do you want me to do?"