“When I get inside you, you’re going to burn, sweetheart.” Morgan kissed the words along the curve of her jaw.
“I’m burning now. Please. I need you. Oh, God, I need you both.”
“Hush, sweet baby.” Henry wrapped his arms around her from behind and nuzzled her. His tongue lapped, his lips kissed, caressing the shell of her ear and the column of her neck, and she shivered with horniness. His hands stroked up and down over her breasts, and she moaned and arched her back, pushing her greedy nipples closer to his wonderful touch.
“We want to see you, touch you. Will you let us?” Morgan had been watching her with his brother, and the arousal in his eyes was almost palpable.
They meant to share her, and for the first time she realized how doing so would very much pleasure them, as well as her. There appeared to be no jealousy between them at all.
To have two mouths, two cocks, focused on her would be every woman’s fantasy made real. To have their mouths, their cocks, would be a thrill beyond her wildest imagining.
“Yes, yes, anything. Everything.”
Henry slid his hands down to the edge of her T-shirt, then under. Morgan took the edge of it and began to lift it. “Arms up, sweetheart.”
Tamara raised her arms, and the garment sailed up and off. Morgan dropped it on the floor then used a single finger to trace, back and forth, over the tops of her breasts above her bra.
“Your skin is so soft and silky, here.”
Henry brought one hand to her back. His fingers easily unhooked the clasp. That same hand brushed first her right strap down, and then the left.
Morgan pulled the lacy bit of lingerie from her and dropped it on top of her shirt.
“I wondered what color your nipples would be. Would they be darkly brown, or lushly pink? Look at them, so sweet and peachy and responsive.” He used just a finger to circle and tease, turning them pebble hard. “Do they taste like peaches, I wonder?”
Before she could form a word he bent and suckled her. Oh, God, the pull of his mouth, so hot and strong, touched off tiny explosions of excitement in her clit.
Henry cupped her other breast, tweaking and pulling that nipple between thumb and forefinger.
“I wonder if we could make you come just by playing with your breasts?”
“I don’t…I’ve never…” She tried to tell them she’d never received much pleasure from having her breasts played with, but the words tangled in her throat.
“That’s because you weren’t under our hands, Tamara.” Morgan’s arrogant statement rang of truth.
In response, Tamara could only moan and roll her hips, a wordless plea for more.
Morgan glanced at Henry. “Let me hold her. It’s your turn.”
The words made no sense until Henry turned her so that Morgan held her from behind. Henry unsnapped, unzipped, and then pulled her jeans and panties down her legs and off.
She stood totally naked, held by one man while another rubbed his hand, back and forth, over her slit. She felt cream from her pussy leaking onto Henry’s hand. He grunted, deep and low, and she knew he liked that.
“Mm, so wet. So hot. So close. Let’s see what we can do about that.”
It felt like the afternoon all over again as broad, long male fingers penetrated her body, sliding into her cunt to stroke, reaching deep. Henry finger-fucked her, slow, sure thrusts that burned, that thrilled, that had her nearly begging to come. She shook as her climax neared, as it danced close then retreated.
Morgan shifted his hold on her and nuzzled her ear. Then he sucked his own finger into his mouth, wetting it, then pulled it out.
And rubbed that finger back and forth over her anus.
“Oh, God!” She came with a flood of pleasure, a gush of rapture so great she actually screamed as her body shook with each pounding spasm. Fast and furious, flush and full, her orgasm filled her and emptied her and robbed her of every one of her senses. She came and came and came until she groaned for mercy.
Henry tilted her face and mated his lips to hers, the penetration of his tongue as carnal as the plundering of his fingers had been.
He lifted her and held her as she continued to shake, as the aftershocks battered her from within.
“Here.” Morgan’s voice, coming from farther away than he had been, roused her. Henry moved and swung her down and handed her over to Morgan.
Tamara gasped from the chill of the sheets as Morgan drew her against his hot, naked flesh.
When had he stripped and gotten into the bed? She didn’t get a moment to think about it because in mere seconds, Henry lifted the sheets and slid into the bed on the other side of her.
“Go to sleep, Itty.” He kissed her shoulder then pressed himself against her back.
“Sleep? But you…neither of you—”
“We can wait, Red. Contrary to recently voiced opinions, not every man needs to rut to find pleasure, or puts his own fulfillment before his woman’s. You’ve had a hell of a day. You fell asleep in Henry’s arms a few moments ago and didn’t even realize it. Now you can fall asleep in mine.”
“You’re bossy.”
“I am.”
Tamara’s heart warmed. This was a new experience, one she’d never imagined she’d have. And she appreciated it, more than she had words to say. But she wanted very badly to feel their cocks inside her.
She yawned, snuggling down, fully intending to rest just a moment before she wound them up and did some plundering of her own. She wanted to see how far and how fast they’d fly together.
That thought put a smile on her face even as she felt herself sinking into sleep.
