Songbird(31)

“Take me,” he whispered into her mouth.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and arched into him. He thrust hard, and the first shock of his entry nearly shattered her. He was in her so deep, so full, that it stole her breath. She raced to catch up, to process the bombardment of sensations battering her from every angle. But he didn’t wait. He rode her, driving her into the mattress, taking everything she offered until her sob of pleasure filled the room.

She was on the brink, ready to dive over. Her vision blurred, and she dug her fingers into his shoulders, ready to take the leap.

He slowed, and she whimpered her protest. Then he stopped, his c**k lodged as deep in her as he could go.

“Do you trust us, Emmy?” he whispered.

Her gaze flew to his. She was shocked he’d even ask. But there was something in his eyes. Something edgy and dark that excited her. It was then she knew what he was really asking.

“You know I do. Always. With my life. With my heart. Everything.”

He closed his eyes and rested his forehead against hers. Then he withdrew and backed away, leaving her sprawled on the bed, her entire body quivering on the verge of release.

And then Taggert was there, kissing her sweetly. He picked her up, holding her to him as he continued the long, hot sweeps of his mouth over hers.

“I’m going to put you back down. I want you on your knees. We’re going to ease into this, baby. And if you want us to stop at any time, say so.”

She swallowed, not in fear but in anticipation. Bubbles rose from her stomach and into her throat, dancing their way onto her tongue. She shivered as his dark eyes bore into her.

Carefully he put her back down on the bed, and as he’d directed, she turned and got to her hands and knees. The mattress dipped as Greer got on the other side of her. He reached up to push her hair away from her face and let his thumb linger close to her mouth, almost as if he were imagining what it felt like to have her mouth around his c**k again.

She closed her eyes, losing sight of Greer when Taggert pressed his lips to the small of her back. He worked down, pressing tiny kisses over the seam of her behind. Then he gently parted the globes, exposing the tiny entrance. Shockingly, his tongue probed delicately at the opening. She gasped, and heat flooded her face until she thought she might burst into flames.

“Taggert!”

He chuckled softly and continued to tongue the sensitive ring until she shook uncontrollably. When he pulled away, she almost protested, but she was too mortified. She was unbelievably turned on, and if he so much as touched her clit, she would orgasm on the spot.

Warm gel smoothed over the same area he’d just spent so much time licking. He smeared it generously around the opening and then tucked a finger inside. The shock sent her forward, and Greer caught her before she fell. Her eyes widened, and her mouth opened but no words came out.

Taggert took his time. He rubbed, touched, petted and smoothed the lubricant until she was a mindless, boneless puppet. Never once was he too forceful or did he go too fast. It was enough to make her crazy.

She burned. Her mind filled with edgy forbidden images. Taggert deep in her ass while Greer f**ked her mouth. Oh God. Taggert in her ass while Greer f**ked her pu**y. She shuddered and locked her arms so she wouldn’t collapse. She’d imagined it so many times. Them taking her at the same time. But she’d never thought it would happen.

“Taggert,” she pleaded.

“Shhh, Emmy. You’re not ready yet. I’d never do anything to hurt you or frighten you. We’ll take it slow. I want it to be good for you.”

“Just do it!” she wailed.

Greer laughed softly. “Always so impatient, Emmy.”

Taggert’s fingers stroked silkily in and out of the tight ring of her anus. She wiggled and then she rocked back to take him deeper, but he only withdrew and then issued a light slap to her ass with his other hand.

“Taggert, please!”

Again he leaned down and kissed the small of her back before finally easing his fingers away. His palms glided over her hips and then one hand left her. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt the first brush of his penis.

“Listen to me, baby. I’m going to take this really slow. When I push in, I want you to push out. Don’t fight it. Relax and let me in.”

She bit her lip and nodded, not trusting herself to speak.

He pressed forward. Her eyes closed and her head fell back as the pressure increased. It began to burn, a delicious stretching sensation that sent shockwaves through her pu**y. Her ni**les hardened painfully.

“Push against me, Emmy,” Taggert said hoarsely.

She bore down, and he pushed. Suddenly he was inside and she cried out.

Taggert swore. “Did I hurt you? Do you want me to pull out?”

“No! God, no. Just give me a minute,” she gasped.

It was too much. She sucked in mouthfuls of air and tried to steady the pounding of her heart. Her fingers dug into the covers and gripped until her knuckles turned white. He was there, inside her. He felt huge, and she was half afraid he’d move, and then she was afraid he wouldn’t move.

Taggert kissed her shoulder. “It’s okay, Emmy. I won’t move. Not until you tell me to. Just tell me what you need, baby. We’ve got all the time in the world.”

She stayed there, her knees dug into the mattress, her hands locked around the sheets. She sucked air into her nose and let it out in long exhales. When the burning subsided, another ache took over. A low throbbing that set her insides on fire.