Embraced By Passion by Diana DeRicci Page B

lovers. No one else’s. I don’t believe in open relationships,” she informed them.
    “Without a doubt,” Slone confirmed.
    Ja’Rol watched the rise and fall of her breasts as she thought out her next words. Their shape was heavy, filling her nightshirt with a sexy, appealing curvature that made his mouth water.
    “I’m willing to try to understand. I’m willing to try this. There’s no reason to deny I like you both, or that you’re both better than chocolate-coated sex.”
    Slone cut her off with a hand to her cheek. “There won’t be any competition to please one over the other. Ja’Rol and I want you for us . No jealousy, no matter with who, all of us, or two.” He leaned over and sipped at the very corner of her lips. “You make us both so hot. It’s going to take time for all of us to find our stride.”
    Then Ja’Rol and Slone sucked in groaned breaths, unprepared. The flats of her palms slid down the front of their pajamas, finding the pulsing flesh of their arousals.
    “I guess I don’t have to mention that I’ve never done anything like this,” Brigit told them in a demure tone, standing in front of both.
    “You’re doing it very well,” Slone said, his voice gruff, following her with hooded eyes.
    With gentle pressure, she urged them both to take a few steps away from the bed. Ja’Rol would have done anything in that moment for her. The heat of her palm singed his shaft, and she hadn’t even touched him flesh to flesh yet.
    Sinking to her knees, she tugged their clothing free, both aiding her to let it gather around their feet. Almost in unison, they kicked their pajamas clear, leaving both of them naked, and stiff before her.
    Ja’Rol had to lock his knees, her expression sultry as she took in what they had to offer. Then she wrapped a feminine hand around each shaft, and neither could hide the trembles she created.
    “Someone said they wanted bathed by my tongue,” she purred, eyeing them through her lashes, like an enchantress.
    Without waiting for an answer, she brought herself up from resting on her calves, and deftly swiped her tongue over Slone’s cock, then Ja’Rol’s. His heart thudded into his ribs, fighting to escape as sensation tore through him with the light contact. Lava shot through his veins as he watched her taking the head of his cock between her lips, sucking it with little pops of suction. Her hand stroked up and down Slone’s shaft with an even pace, then she switched, giving him the same sweet heaven she’d just given to Ja’Rol.
    Slone’s hand shot out and grabbed onto Ja’Rol’s hip, his frame shuddering when Brigit’s mouth closed over his engorged head. “The sweetest mouth,” he rasped. Slone’s head sagged on his neck, his mouth falling open as sensation poured through him, so strong, Ja’Rol didn’t have to look for it. It rolled off of Slone in waves of sheer ecstasy.
    Together, they reached for her nightshirt, and pulled it over her head. Full and round, her breasts were begging for their touch.
    “On the bed,” Ja’Rol managed, his voice more growl than anything else. With a hand on either arm to help lift her, together they sat Brigit on the edge of the bed.
    Ja’Rol stood at her side, filling a hand with the weight of her tit. She shivered when he scraped a nail over her nipple, the flesh tightening to be teased more. Slone encouraged her to spread her legs, exposing the glistening lips of her sex. A drawn breath made them both shudder in gripping need.
    “ She’s so hot,” Ja’Rol heard. Slone’s hunger was so strong, it raced through them all like a power surge. “ I have to taste you.” Desire made Slone’s eyes sparkle like the gems they resembled.
    Ja’Rol saw her release Slone’s cock, her mouth leaving a shiny passion trail as she licked her lips.
    “I’ve never said it,” she told them, a timidity in her desire that negated the seductress who’d been ravaging their cocks.
    “What do you want, pet?” Slone