And my men are different from most of the ones I’ve met.
“Think of it as delayed gratification,” Anthony said.
“Do you know how I know that you two are perfect for me?” Mary asked. She knew she didn’t add any inflection to her words. But her men knew her well enough that they answered her cautiously.
“Um…because we’re strong and handsome?” Toby asked.
“Because we love you and you love us?” Anthony asked.
“No, because, one, you put others ahead of yourselves, which is something I’ve done most of my life and is a very sexy trait. So we mesh, there. And two, you’ll be able to understand perfectly and have patience with me when I come up with ridiculous, half-baked, lame-brain ideas.”
“Mary…we want you so damn bad we ache with it,” Anthony said. “But we don’t want to take from you when you may need everything to fight this damn thing.”
She’d known that Anthony would try one last argument. She had one, too. “You’re talking physical strength, and I’ve plenty of that. Loving you both—becoming one with you both together—that will bolster my emotional and mental strength. I really, really need to have you both inside me at the same time. Please.”
For one horrible moment she wondered if they were going to hold firm and deny her what she believed with all her heart she needed more than she’d ever needed anything in her life.
Then they sighed, and then they moved.
“One more reason why you’re perfect for us?” Anthony lifted her from the water and turned her so she straddled him. “You can save us from ourselves when we go overboard in protective mode.”
“In the future, I’m certain our children will thank you for that.” The gleam in Toby’s eyes let her know he relished the thought of children.
Wow. I sure didn’t expect my heart to melt at that thought. She reached for his hand. “If they don’t, I’ll let them know they should.”
Mary’s words had the absolute best response, ever. Both the cock she was pressed against and the one inches from her face had just pulsed with hardness.
“Not one minute longer,” Anthony said.
Toby stepped out of the tub and barely dried himself. Then he grabbed another towel and held it out. Anthony stood and handed her over to him.
“I never saw the attraction in being ‘handled’ before,” Mary said.
Sitting on Toby’s lap while he gently and patiently dried her and feeling the fine trembles that racked him, she felt truly cherished. It was a wonderful feeling.
Anthony came over, gently worked the scrunchie out of her hair, and used the towel he held to just as gently sop any water out of her tresses. There wasn’t much, but his doing so showed her he’d listened that time she’d mentioned that she didn’t like being in bed with damp hair.
Then he used a finger to lift her chin. She met his gaze and melted a little more. She didn’t know if she could ever find the words to adequately describe the light of passion in his eyes. What a beautiful, and moving, sight.
“I’ll get the bed ready for us.”
By the time Toby carried her into the bedroom, not only had the bed been stripped of all but the bottom sheet but music played very softly and candles burned. And there, on the mattress, ready for Anthony’s use, lay a towel, a condom, and a tube of lubricant.
The combination of the ethereal and the practical was one of the hottest images she’d ever experienced.
Toby laid her in the center of the bed then loomed over her for a moment. An atmosphere of the sacred surrounded them, and Mary surrendered to it but, more importantly, she surrendered to her men.
Toby placed a gentle kiss on her lips then moved down her body, lips and tongue kissing and tasting in a manner she could only term reverent.
The hot breath of his sigh brushed her feminine folds, and when his mouth settled on her pussy, she shivered and whimpered and felt her arousal begin to burn.
Each moist caress of his lips, each rough rasp of his tongue showed her how much he loved her. The thrill of his intimate kiss arched her back and hardened her nipples. When he kissed his way back up her body, she raised her arms and then wrapped herself around him as he settled between her thighs and impaled her in one solid thrust.
“Kiss me.”
Mary obeyed. She lifted her head and gave him her mouth, receiving back the flavor of them both together. That exciting elixir sent electric tingles through her body. The world turned as Toby rolled them. Now on top of him, she parted her legs and pressed down, ensuring his cock was well and truly captured within her body. Ending their kiss, she rose up, held his gaze, and began to move on him. Never had she felt so sexy, so vibrant—and never had she felt the full scope of her power as a woman as she did in that moment.
Toby’s eyes shone as brightly as Anthony’s had with love and lust. Amazing.
Anthony stroked his hand down her back, a long and loving caress. Then he pressed, and she obeyed his silent command. She lowered her chest onto Toby’s, keeping him deeply seated within her while she offered her ass to Anthony.
The sounds painted an erotic picture. Her lover protected them both with a condom then ensured their pleasure with lube. He caressed her anus with slickened fingers, and Mary couldn’t hold back the urge to press against them.
He leaned in and kissed her shoulder, and in that kiss, she felt his smile. His fingers pushed past her sphincter, sending a heat and a fine, seducing pain through her erogenous parts.
Anthony moved those fingers in and out and in a stretching circle that fanned the flames of her passion and need. When he eased those fingers out of her, she shivered. Anticipation engulfed her. Time
