Sweet Seduction (Sweet #3)(38)

She'd envisioned thirty minutes of sweaty sex, them humping her like dogs in heat then rolling off to be on their way. And she'd been okay with that. Originally. But damn if they hadn't wooed her with their hands, their mouths, their tenderness.

Now she wanted everything they had to offer, all they wanted to give her. Whatever they wanted, she would give. She was theirs for as long as they wanted their sweet seduction to last.

The man over her leaned forward, his mouth roving over the br**sts being held and plumped by the man under her. He held each breast up, offering them to the other man's mouth like an appetizer. God, she wanted to see. How must she look? Like an enchanting seductress? Beautiful? Desirable?

As he suckled at her br**sts, he pumped against her in steady rhythm. His thrusts moved her up and down on the c**k in her ass. One hand slid between them, finding her clit as his pace increased.

She moaned helplessly as her orgasm built and swelled like an incoming tidal wave. Exquisite pleasure, the sweetest of agonies, bombarded her. Rained down like hail. Never had she experienced such cutting ecstasy. It hurt, it was beautiful, it was sweet, it was pain.

Her hands flew out, landing against the chest in front of her. Her fingers curled around his shoulders, holding on as she tried to breathe.

Higher. Longer. Harder. Tighter. The ripples began in her pelvis and fanned out, rushing faster and faster until she spun like a tornado.

They rammed into her, both sliding so deep. So, so deep. With a hoarse cry, she splintered and came apart.

The c**k in her pu**y jerked away. The bed dipped and impatient hands turned her face, a thumb prying at her mouth to open. The first jet of his release landed on her tongue just as she parted her lips. Then he slid inward, holding himself deep while he twitched and spasmed.

The man under her went still, waiting, his hands tenderly holding her hips as his c**k snuggled deep in her ass.

The hands at her face went soft, stroking her cheeks as he executed short, quick strokes over her tongue. Finally he slipped away, and she swallowed then licked the stickiness from her lips.

To her surprise, he cupped her cheek and kissed her tenderly on her other cheek. It wasn't a passionate kiss. Oddly it was one of reverence. A sweet kiss.

Then she found herself being pulled away. The c**k slipped from her ass as the man under her stood and cradled her in his arms. He laid her on the bed, and for a moment she was left alone. Surely they weren't done. No, someone was sitting at her head now.

Her cheeks bloomed with heat when a warm, damp cloth soothed over her skin. Ah, they'd stopped to clean up as well. As soon as they were done, a body pressed down over hers, and a c**k settled against her pu**y.

He shifted and moved his hips but didn't seem to be in a hurry to gain entrance. Finally the tip slipped inside, and with a sigh he sank deep.

His forearms were pressed to the bed, and she could easily imagine him just over her, staring down as his hips flexed and rolled against her. She spread her legs, arching upward to give him a better angle.

This was as vanilla as sex could be and yet it was sexier than anything she'd done with them yet. One on one contact, his body pressed so tight to hers, his warmth filling her.

She could sense him staring at her, intently, as if he found her the most desirable woman in the world. She raised her hands, wanting to touch him, but she got no further than his muscled arms.

Fingers curled gently around her wrists, pulling her hands away. The other man kissed her exposed palm as if to apologize but he kept her away from the man f**king her.

With a growl of frustration, she broke the silence.

"Why can't I touch you?"

He stilled above her, growing tense. His hands wandered down her body as he raised up to his knees, his c**k still angled to reach her deepest parts.

She sighed knowing she wasn't going to get an answer. "I'm sorry. I'm not complaining. Honestly."

He leaned down again, framing her face in his hands, and he kissed her. Before she could kiss him back, he drew away. His way of telling her it was okay? She smiled. There was something to he said about wordless communication. It was certainly effective.

She stretched like a lazy cat, the aftermath of her orgasm making her lethargic. The gentle rhythm of the c**k sliding through her post-release screaming nerves stirred the beginnings of her arousal all over again.

The first night had been more hurried, as if they, like her, were so taken in by the experience that it was over before it even began. Tonight was different.

They'd taken pains to take their time and even now there was no rush to release. Would they make love to her all night? Her pu**y clenched in anticipation. They'd opened her imagination up to all sorts of possibilities, and now she was anxious to explore.

Chapter 17

Beautiful. She was absolutely magnificent. His only regret was that he couldn't see her eyes, that she couldn't see him and know that it was him making love to her and not some nameless schmuck chosen for his dick size.

Nathan clenched his jaw as sweat beaded his forehead. He was ready to come, and it was taking every ounce of his restraint not to spend himself in her softness right now. He wanted her to orgasm again, though. This time with him. Just with him.

He lowered his head to kiss her neck, the delectable curve to her shoulder. He loved how she shivered and squirmed as if his touch was the most pleasurable thing she'd ever felt.

With every thrust, she swallowed him, welcomed him into her body, and God, did she feel good. Swollen, so feminine and hot. Like a velvet clasp, holding him and stroking him as he stroked her.