Sweet Seduction (Sweet #3)(36)

A single finger trailed down the cleft of her ass, stirring a remembrance of how she'd done the same to Nathan. Man, did he have a nice ass. She shivered and wiggled a bit when he stopped and toyed with the puckered ring of her anus.

His thrusts had stilled now, and he concentrated more on playing with her ass, rimming the entrance with a light touch and then pressing inward as if trying to insert the blunt tip of his finger inside her.

She held her breath, unsure of whether she liked this or not, but as he continued the gentle toying, she found herself responding, arching upward to meet his seeking hand.

He stilled and rubbed his palm over her ass cheek, coming to a stop. He was still buried in her pu**y, and he didn't seem hurried. He brushed his thumb across her anal opening and then went still again.

Then she realized, he was silently asking her permission. God, did he want to f**k her ass? She'd tried it before, albeit with a less skilled lover. Quite frankly it had sucked before, but would it be different with these two men?

She relaxed her mouth when she realized it had gone tight around the c**k sliding in and out. Then deciding she could always call a fast halt, she arched her hips, seeking his hand, telling him just as silently as he'd asked that it was okay.

But no, his hand went still again, and he squeezed firmly. Okay so despite his utter silence, he wanted a verbal response from her. Damn the man.

She lifted her head just enough that the c**k could slide over her lips and fall away. She turned in her other lovers direction, though she couldn't see him, she knew his gaze was locked on her, waiting.

"I trust you," she said steadily.

His hands tightened on her ass and he thrust forward. She could hear his breath, harsh in the stillness, and then he leaned down and his hand touched her cheek, his thumb brushing across her lips as if to tell her that sooner or later, he'd be there too. Everywhere. In that moment she understood. It wasn't just about anal sex. He wanted to take her in every conceivable fashion, almost as if he were laying claim to her body and soul.

It was a fanciful thought, but the night was one big fantasy so she couldn't be hard on herself for succumbing to the magic.

The man at her head made no move to slide back into her mouth. She felt him move away, and a moment later, warm, slick oil dribbled into the crack of her ass.

Still embedded in her pu**y, her lover carefully worked the oil over her tight ring. His finger delved inward, just barely, before retreating again. He was patient and careful and seemed devoted to making the experience as enjoyable for her as possible.

More oil rained down in a warm rush, sliding around his fingers as he played. She gave a little gasp when one tip finally slid inward, breaking the taut resistance of her opening. He didn't move. He simply left it there, allowing her to become accustomed to the sensation of his finger.

Finally he inched forward, burying the finger to the knuckle. A sound that was an odd mixture of a sigh and a moan whispered past her lips when he carefully pulled back, retreating until just the tip was inside the opening, stretching it. Just when she felt it begin to close back, he eased forward again, reopening her.

More oil slicked his way, and he added a second finger, gradually stretching her as he applied the lubricant.

It was maddening. She squirmed, her skin itchy and unsettled. She wanted more, wanted him to just do it, and yet the care in which he introduced her to the act touched her.

She went completely still when he slid his index finger in, pad down against the thin layer of skin separating the walls of her vagina and her ass. He seemed fascinated by the feel of his own c**k through the skin as he ran his finger up and down along the hard bulge.

And then he moved his hips, sliding his c**k up and down against his finger. He was going to drive her insane. She wanted that c**k in her ass. Deep, unrelenting, spreading her wide and filling her over and over.

She twitched and squirmed, bucking upward until he held her down with his free hand.

Goddamn it, he was going to make her beg.

Sinking her teeth into her lip, she raised her head and pushed herself upward with her arms. Finally he got the message and slid out of her pu**y.

Oh God. More oil. It dribbled down, sliding into her opening, stretched by his fingers. It filled and then overflowed, and he massaged the extra into her skin with slow, methodical movements.

His hand left her for a moment and she heard a slight sucking noise. Oil over latex. He was lubricating his cock.

The bed shifted as he rose on his knees. His thighs pressed solidly against her hips as he leaned forward, guiding the crown of his dick to her opening.

He didn't immediately press for entry. Instead he tucked the head against the opening and rested there, allowing her to get used to it. Then carefully, he started to press forward, stretching the resistant ring around the broad tip.

Her fingers curled desperately into the covers. She wanted to scream, she wanted to cry out, she wanted to tell him to f**k her and f**k her hard. Her body was going in six different directions, and she didn't have the first clue which direction she wanted to follow.

With an almost delicate give, her body ceased resistance, and he slipped past, into her body. Oh God, oh God. Her chant was silent, her nerve endings too fried to say anything. He was big. Bigger than big. He felt huge inside her ass, and he'd stopped as soon as he'd gained entry. She wasn't taking all of him or even half. And yet she felt split wide open, as if she couldn't possibly take another inch.