well.
She laid a hand on each man's chest, turning slightly so she could spread the citrus-scented soap. Beneath her hand, slicked by suds, their hard muscles and crisp chest hair tickled her tactile senses. She grinned, because as she trailed her hands southward, their cocks, clearly each of one mind, bobbed eagerly, as if trying to seduce her attention.
Then Chase laid his hand against her ass, and did a little "bathing" of his own.
"Ahh, Chase, my God that feels so good." She stopped thinking about words so that she could focus on the sensation of having one lover's hand sliding silkily against her pussy while the other ran his foamy fingers in the crack of her ass, teasing her anus. He pushed against her tiny opening, and she wanted to flex all her inner muscles. It continually amazed her how sensitive she was there. Of course, they'd been playing with her ass and inserting those butt plugs in her just about every time they got their hands on her - which was why her rosebud surrendered itself so easily now to his pressure.
"Talk about sexy." Chase's words came out in a growl. "The way your ass opens for us is the sexiest damn thing, ever."
"Fuck, I'm so hard, I'm nearly ready to explode again." Brian hissed that and then he laughed. He reached up and grabbed one of the shower wands and used it to rinse the soap from her body. Then he rinsed himself, and handed it off to Chase and got out of the shower.
Her cowboys were men on a mission as they made very quick work of drying her. Then Chase scooped her into his arms and carried her to bed.
His heat surrounded her as he followed her down. His mouth closed over hers, his kiss wet and wild and wonderful. His flavor intoxicated her, and the tango their tongues danced together thrilled her on so very many levels.
He touched her and her body burned for him. Again, he touched her and her soul cried out for his.
He touched her and her heart and mind surrendered to him, his mastery, and his will.
Brian ranged himself on her left side, and when he reached out and stroked her, she hungered for his taste.
Chase released her to his brother. Carrie wrapped her arms around Brian's neck and, quite simply, yielded.
Oh, yes, there it is, the taste of them both in my mouth, on my tongue, and zinging through my blood.
Carrie never could have imagined that kisses could hold so much emotion and arousal, or that the flavor of two, combined, could be so wonderful.
She felt movement beside her, heard sounds, but didn't worry. She loved that these two hot lovers of hers always managed to decide between them how their intimacy would play out.
So when Brian tapered his kiss, when he used his lips and tongue to sip and taste her cheeks and eyelids, she let him. And when Chase reached for her, she went.
"Brian needs to be the first, sugar. Let me hold you." He arranged her so that she lay on her right side, with her left leg draped over his hip.
Brian had already reached for the items his brother had set out. When she heard the tear of the foil, and the roll of the latex, she flexed her inner muscles.
She felt the nearness of his body behind her and the heat of his flesh surround her. Chase ducked his head and kissed her, tangling his tongue with hers at the same moment his brother began to spread cold lube up and down the crack of her ass, back and forth over her anus.
He slipped a finger into her. It burned only a little, a sensation that didn't even qualify as pain. Then he began to move his finger in and out, in and out. He swirled it slowly working his finger in a circular pattern, so that she understood he stretched her.
One finger was joined by a second. Here came the burn, and the stretch, and the tingling she'd come to love as she learned the reach of this new erogenous zone of hers. Then Brian withdrew his fingers from her ass and shifted.
Her heart began to pound in anticipation.
"I'll help." Chase lifted his lips from hers and pressed her head to his shoulder. "Breathe deeply, Carrie, and relax your legs and hips. Just let go and trust us. The first couple of times may hurt a little. If it gets to be too much,