closed over her other breast and she moaned, throwing back her head to give them better access.
The dual sensations, so different and yet thrilling, captivated her. She knew without seeing which was which. Her gentle lover plucked softly at her nipple, toying, loving, while the other man suckled hard.
Carefully they laid her back and to her surprise turned her over onto her stomach. Hands, lips, the soft glide of tongues slid over her shoulders, her spine, her ass. She floated, lulled by the decadent wash seeping over her.
Firm thighs straddled hers. Fingers curled beneath her ass to grip her legs, spreading them slightly. She sucked in her breath when a cock nudged between her cheeks, sliding downward, seeking her pussy.
He arched over her, raising his hips and then sinking, lodging himself firmly into her wetness. Trapped between him and the bed, all she could do was process the sensation of being pinned, penetrated, as he held himself deeply within her body.
Back and forth. Slowly he glided, rasping over her swollen, damp tissues. The dragging sensation spurred electric currents, each one racing through her belly to her breasts, drawing her nipples into hard knots.
Fingers dragged through her hair, and at first she thought he was merely petting her, but then he touched her cheek, tapping the hollow just enough so she parted her lips. She started to raise her head, but he held her down, letting her know she was fine and to relax.
So she lay there, her cheek pressed to the mattress as he positioned his cock at her mouth and then slid inward. He laid his palm over her face in a gentle cup as he thrust in and out.
Her belly was flattened as her other lover rode her, his big body leaned over her as his hips flexed and strained. She could feel every one of his muscles tighten when his flesh met hers. It was heady, delicious, and she never wanted it to end.
His fists met the bed on either side of her hips with a thump as he dug in and began thrusting with more vigor. Long, deep, he buried himself completely, wedging himself as tightly as he could go.
They were careful not to overwhelm her, and she didn't know if she was grateful or frustrated. The one fucking her mouth was exceedingly gentle, and yet this wasn't her gentle lover. No, he was the one deep inside her pussy. Why was her more insistent man being so careful with her mouth?
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 pussy, 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 fuck 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 cock 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 cock 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