The emotions of this moment, this sacred moment, shook them, hearts and souls, as it settled deeply and became their new core reality.
“Yes. Oh, yes, I want you both in me at the same time. I want us to be one flesh.” She needed to connect with both her lovers at the same moment—in that blissful place they could only ever go—together.
Other times, they’d each carried her up these stairs, intent on seduction. This time she walked, showing them without words she needed no seduction. They belonged to her as surely as she belonged to them.
She’d never believed in a forever kind of love before meeting these two men. Now, she not only believed, she dared to claim it for herself, for them all.
They’d left a soft light burning, a lover’s promise to return. Now that light played against flesh, against movements sinuous and seductive as clothing fell away, discarded, as hands and mouths explored.
“You’re ours.” Henry’s heated words bathed her neck even as his hands cupped and kneaded her breasts. “Forever, sweetheart. You’re ours, forever.”
“And you’re mine, both of you. Forever.”
“Oh yes. We’re all in this together, babe. You’ll marry us and have our children. And we’ll share grandchildren and, God willing, great-grandchildren.” Morgan’s proclamation could have been a vow.
Tamara reveled in their certainty, in the strength of their convictions and the strength of their hands. “I think I love your arrogance.”
“Of course you do,” Henry said.
Tastes and touches gave way to long, gliding sips and slow, sultry sighs. Her knees no longer held her. The men brought her down to the bed then stretched themselves out on either side—Morgan on her right, Henry on her left.
While they kissed and cupped and suckled, she fisted and squeezed and stroked. These men had the power to melt her bones, and it thrilled her to be able to command arousal in them both in turn.
She arched as Morgan nuzzled her breast and sucked her nipple into his mouth. Electric sensations of ecstasy swirled through her body. She felt her own moisture when Henry reached down and stroked her slit.
“Oh, yes!” Such pleasure swamped her when he speared his fingers into her pussy, and when he began to fuck them in and out of her, her hips moved, a needy cadence that begged for more, for a larger possession.
“You’re so hot for us,” Henry marveled. “So hot and wet.”
“I crave you.” No other word fit. “I hunger for your touch, for your hands and mouths and cocks. It’s never been like this before.”
“It’s because we’re mates,” Morgan said. “The three of us, we’re mates.” He lifted his head so that their gazes connected. “It’s more than I ever imagined it would be. Deeper. More primal, and more fulfilling. I love you, Tamara. Now and forever.”
“I love you. I never believed in forever. But you’ve both made me a believer.”
“Come here, love.” Henry reached for her then and wrapped his arms around her. The press of his body, hot, vibrant male pushed her arousal higher. Her hips moved, bringing her clit closer to his cock, an instinctive move that sent shivers down her back when she felt the resulting slide of that engorged flesh between her wet folds.
“Put a condom on me, sweetheart.”
“I will. But first…” She trailed kisses down his chest, sipping at the glistening sweat, relishing the saltiness of him, the heat of him. She knew it was desire for her that coated him, and she wanted to drink in his desire in every way possible.
Her fingers followed the path of her lips. He shivered, and she smiled, the knowledge that she could affect such a strong man a warming balm to her soul.
On her hands and knees, she continued to sample him until his light shivers became great quakes, until his fingers combed through her hair, flexed, and gripped.
“You’re killing me,” he groaned.
Her laughter, low and sultry, brushed his scrotum. The scent of him there thrilled her, made her mouth water and her pussy gush. Another time, maybe she’d restrain him and drive him slowly insane. Right now, she needed his wonderful cock in her pussy, filling her.
She reached over to the bedside table and took out two condoms. She kissed the tip of Henry’s cock just before she slid the latex in place.
Morgan hovered close, the heat of his body a blanket against her back and side, the rasp of his breathing a reassurance that while she touched only one lover, she aroused them both.
She turned her head and captured his cock with her mouth. He sucked in air, grabbed her head, and pumped his hips, fucking her mouth with deep, needy strokes.
The wet plop of her release of him echoed in the room. In moments, she’d smoothed the condom over him.
“Enough teasing.” Henry grabbed her waist, lifted her, and brought her down on his cock.
“Mm, yes.” Tamara sighed as Henry’s penis entered her, as the heat and the strength of him filled her completely. Her entire body tingled with the thrill of him, with excitement born of the reality that her two lovers would soon both be inside her.
She moved on him, riding him in a gentle, thorough motion that drew the pleasure out, made it sharp and sweet.
Morgan ran his hand up and down her back.
“It turns me on to see you fuck him.” His voice rasped, and his hand trembled.
Tamara looked over her shoulder and gave him what felt like a very wicked smile. “Fuck my ass,” she begged.
“Oh, yes.” His voice sent shivers down her spine, the dark timbre reverberating in her belly and sending out tiny fissures of electric excitement. He reached over her to the table for the lube.
She watched Morgan as she rode Henry while his fingers plucked and pinched her nipples.
When Morgan reached toward her, she hissed with the sensation of the cool, silky gel being smoothed over her anus. Her pussy clenched in anticipation, and she moaned just
