still be afraid to join her life with theirs?
“Please, can you make love to me?”
The words came out so quietly she wasn’t even certain they were loud enough to be heard. But then Thomas leaned over, briefly pressed his lips to hers, and whispered, “Of course, babe.” And then almost as if he read her need for things to be less intense he added, “But first you need to lose a whole heap of clothes. Considering we’re in bed, you are way overdressed.”
He pressed a kiss to her nose and then slid down the mattress, grinning wickedly when he reached the waistband of her jeans. She’d unsnapped the top button when they’d crawled onto the bed earlier so all he had to do was lower the zipper. He did it with excruciating slowness, pressing lingering kisses to the flesh that was revealed.
Adam propped his head on his elbow, his eyes searching her face for a moment before he used his thumb to wipe away the tears that remained. “Whatever else happens,” he said with a soft smile, “know that we will always love you.”
“Okay,” she said, lifting her face to his. He pressed his lips against hers, the kiss almost reverent in its worship of her mouth. But as Thomas hooked his fingers into the denim at her hips, Adam deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding into her mouth, thrusting over and over, mimicking what they all wanted.
The jeans were dragged off her legs, and then calloused hands spread her thighs wide. Thomas’s warm breath bathed her flesh a moment before his tongue laved over her swollen pussy lips and then thrust deep into her body. She lifted off the bed, the amazing sensation taking her by surprise. Both men groaned, Adam’s hand moving to undo the buttons on her shirt even as they both continued their gentle assault on her senses.
He pushed the material aside, his hands smoothing over the skin of her belly and up over the soft mounds of her breasts. She gasped into his mouth as he found her nipple, squeezing gently through the soft lace before growling softly and tearing the garment from her body. The sound did nothing to cool her ardor, the expensive garment forgotten in the overwhelming feeling of finally belonging to these two men.
It was so similar to her dreams, but at the same time somehow better. They were here. They were real. She knew for certain they weren’t figments of her overactive imagination. And then Thomas licked over her clit and all rational thought was forgotten.
She cried out, her orgasm circling closer as Thomas sucked her clit into his mouth at the same time that Adam claimed her nipple. Together they tormented her most sensitive pleasure points, groaning as she lifted off the bed, pushing harder against them, whimpering in delight when they doubled their efforts. Everything spun wildly, her brain barely functioning as liquid heat swirled around and around her body, igniting her excitement, forcing her into orgasm. She gasped, every muscle vibrating, every nerve ending singing, every part of her body undulating as wave after wave of heat crashed over her senses, the wild, uncontrolled free fall shaking her very soul.
Both men groaned, Thomas rolling off the bed to tear his clothes off, his hard cock pressed against her still-pulsing pussy a moment later. “I love you,” he said on a moan as his hot flesh slid into her body. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close, holding him hostage as he filled her completely and then held still. They were both gasping for air when Thomas began to move slowly. Unlike the dreams where it had seemed that anything was possible, here Thomas moved with exquisite gentleness, his hard cock sliding into and out of her body far less forcefully than in their dreams.
But somehow it was perfect. The feeling of connection, of completion, of finally being with her men filled her heart and mind. Her body tingled with excitement, her need building even as Thomas loved her slowly.
Her orgasm swelled through her, the unexpected crest