“James!” Pamela screamed his name, as once more rapture set her ablaze. Every sense, every thought simply shattered as wave after wave of passion battered her, pounding into her with such orgasmic fervor she was breathless. Beneath her, her lover tensed. With his hands on her hips, he held her as he surged inside her, staying deep. His long, low groan and the sensation of his cock coming within her assured her that he flew with her.
She closed her eyes, and when hands held her, she released her control, surrendering to the gentle touch, completely fine with the quiet male chuckles as they took her weight. She didn’t care if they sounded proud of themselves for utterly destroying her.
The way she felt just then defied description. After three amazing climaxes, making her entire body bubble with bliss and stealing every scrap of strength from her joints, she supposed they were entitled to experience and exhibit a little bit of smug.
Chapter Eight
Pamela sighed as pleasure enveloped her. She leaned against James as the heated water of the shower rained down upon her, making every muscle in her body even more relaxed.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Just lean on me.” He nuzzled her in the curve of her neck and shoulder. Despite the heated water, her nipples beaded into tight buds. That fact didn’t surprise her because, even relaxed, she was aroused.
Behind her, James held steady, his hands on her hips, holding her upright, and close. In front of her, Adam rubbed a bar of soap, creating a great deal of foam between his two hands. He set the bar on a high shelf within the enclosure. James adjusted her position so the front of her body was no longer under the spray, and then Adam placed his hands on her and began to bathe her.
“Oh, my…” Every fiber of her being melted even more. There was just no other way to describe the sudden weakness in her limbs. James chuckled low and soft in her ear, and she couldn’t fault him for it because he’d tightened his hold on her. His strong arms were the only thing that kept Pamela from slipping to the floor of the shower enclosure.
“You like?” Adam’s question stirred her to open her eyes and meet his gaze.
“No, I adore. That feels just wonderful.” Until that moment Pamela hadn’t known she could purr. But she could, and Adam’s smile turned soft.
“Good. Just enjoy, baby.” Adam continued to spread the lather from her shoulders to her breasts and, then, from her breasts down over her stomach, heading south.
“Open.” His foam-covered hand on the top of her thigh let him know what he wanted of her. She spread her legs enough for him to use his fingers. His touch gentle, he washed her feminine folds, letting her know there’d be very few boundaries in their intimacy.
This was the first time she’d ever showered with even one man, let alone two. She really couldn’t say she minded the loss of privacy.
Adam finished washing the front of her body then took the shower wand above him in hand. Pamela sighed as he used it to rinse the suds from her. Then he returned the wand and reached for her, easing her into his arms.
“Now I get to hold you while James washes your back.”
“The two of you are spoiling me.”
“Thank you,” James said. She heard the sound of his manipulating the soap. “We’d hoped you’d know that’s what we intended to do.”
Before Pamela could answer that, James put his now soapy hands on her back and began working his fingers on her flesh. A combination massage and wash, his actions did a damn fine job of finishing off her muscle drain. She couldn’t prevent the almost feral-sounding moans that came, she believed, from the depths of her very soul.
He moved his hands down, working his magic on her lower back and then the globes of her ass, and the sensations changed subtly, from exquisite pleasure of the relaxing kind to exquisite pleasure of the arousing kind.
James used the shower wand above his head to rinse her, and she heard the sound of his returning it to its holder.
“Her nipples are digging holes in my chest,” Adam said.
“Mmhmm, and I’m inhaling her scent and getting hard.” James kissed her shoulder. “Turn around, Pamela, please. I need to taste you.”
A tremor bounced through her. Adam had tasted her, and the prospect of more of that, this time from James, shot her arousal through the roof. Pamela was grateful for Adam’s help. She never could have managed to turn around on her own. She leaned on him, and when James knelt before her, she spread her legs enough…and whimpered when she felt his lips and tongue on her.
Adam reached down and took her hands, lifting her arms and, by his actions, wordlessly asked her to lace her fingers behind his neck.
Then he put his hands on her breasts, cupping and caressing, pinching and pulling.
The heat of the shower and the scent of these men combined with the crackling excitement of sexual arousal found her tense with anticipation. She didn’t know how she could crave more of them, how she could yearn for another orgasm after all they’d given her this night.
But she did, and the craving and the yearning stretched her to her limits.
“Just let go, angel.” James’s words, whispered against her sopping folds, sent a sharp zing of pleasure through her body. “You taste so damn good. Just let go and give me your essence.”
His tongue swirled over and around the opening of her cunt. He used it to tease her clit, coming close and then slipping away. And then he slid it inside of her, fucking her, at the same time his brother toyed with her nipples. Adam wiggled his
