“Show me what you want,” he breathed against my ear.

I shivered in delight. Past memories danced before my eyes. The rare times Anthony and I had been together, he would have me do this. Goddess, I loved it when he took command.

He hefted my heavy black skirt up over my waist and hummed in appreciation. “A thong? That doesn’t exactly go with your costume, does it?”

“I’m a Goth faery princess,” I pointed out with a cheeky grin. “I can wear whatever I want.”

“Is that so?” He slid my hand into the thin fabric. “Stroke yourself, my sweet.”

I leaned back and opened my legs a little wider. My fingers slipped into my moist heat and slowly stroked my clit. I shuddered at the sensation. I rarely touched myself these days. I didn’t have to. Eli and Cleo filled my nights with amazing sex. It had become rare to have just one of them without the other nearby. My eyelids closed of their own accord. I panted and imagined Eli’s cock sliding deep inside me to fill me to the core. Moisture ran down my thighs. I wanted him. Goddess, I wanted him so bad it hurt. I wanted him to pound into me, to push me against the wall and make me forever his.