Chapter 11 #3
He bore me down to the bed, his delicious weight on top of me.
Rafe spread my legs with one powerful thigh.
I was panting, gasping for breath under his weight and the onslaught of his tongue.
I rolled my head to the side so I could breathe, and he sank into me, his cock buried deep.
I felt my slickness ease his entry, the heavy length of him driving all the way in with a single thrust. I cried out at the stretching sensation, the fullness.
My back arched as he began to move, circling his hips wickedly, plunging into me without a second’s respite to catch my breath.
I held on to his shoulders for dear life, the momentum of his heavy thrusts scooting me across the mattress.
His gaze bore into mine. I had to shut my eyes to try and catch my breath.
He caught one nipple in his mouth, sucking hard until I bucked under him.
Then as he lashed my nipple with his tongue, I felt Leo above me, his mouth covering mine, lush and slow, with his skilled tongue as Rafe fucked me.
I shattered then, even before Rafe could sink into me again.
Rolls of pleasure dragged me under, racking my body with shudders as I came and came, screaming into Leo’s mouth with the intensity of the experience.
Rafe pounded me harder, building to frenzy.
My fingers clawed at the sheets beside me, feeling as if the earth itself were tilting and splitting in two as he gave it to me hard and relentless.
I felt Leo’s teeth, felt an enormous pressure on my clit as Rafe pinched it before slamming into me with a final thrust. I screamed again and wept as a second climax ripped through me, a hot brightness radiating up from my throbbing clit as Rafe emptied himself into me, thick ribbons of liquid spurting inside me, dripping down my thighs as he finished.
Quaking, I lay there, my head tossing ineffectually on the mattress.
Leo pulled away, returned with a damp cloth.
He washed me, so gentle and caring. My fingers tangled with Rafe’s as we lay side by side, spent.
I started to drift off to sleep when wet heat shocked me.
Leo put his tongue between my legs, his lips kissing my sex the way he’d kiss a lover’s mouth.
My hips twisted, trying to get away from him, too sensitive and glutted with pleasure already.
He held me down, his fingers gripping my hips, forcing me down onto the mattress and opening me with his tongue.
Fiery strokes of his velvet tongue slid through my folds, probing every tender spot, flicking the underside of my clit in a way that made my vision go dark and blotchy.
I keened and moaned. Rafe rolled toward me onto his side.
He put my hand to his lips and sucked one finger into his mouth, tonguing it as if it were my clit.
He raised his eyebrows at me, naughty. I wanted to laugh, but the relentless pleasure gripped me in its pitiless fist. I whimpered, too weak and overcome to form words.
Bright violet spots filled my vision. My hips pumped against Leo’s mouth, shamelessly.
Rafe kissed my palm, teeth scraping sensitive flesh.
Slowly he kissed his way up my arm to my shoulder and neck.
All the while, Leo licked and sucked me, drawing first one lip and then the other into his mouth, ravishing my clit with the flat of his tongue and then parting my folds to thrust two fingers inside me as he lapped at me.
I was coming apart under his hot mouth when Rafe took my nipple between his lips and drew on it.
I came up off the bed, keening high and long as if my chest had been ripped open when I came.
Leo pumped a third finger into me as I started to thrash.
Slowly, I stilled, Rafe drawing me into his arms and cradling me against his chest. Leo covered me with the sheet as the sweat chilled on my skin.
Eventually Rafe lowered me onto the bed, my cheek resting on a pillow between the two of them.
Leo stroked my damp hair and kissed my forehead.
Rafe held my hand. We all drifted to sleep.
I woke hours later to a hand insinuating its way between my legs.
I stirred, parted my legs. I felt his thumb brush the tender lips of my seam.
I wriggled because it felt good, better than good.
I wanted more. I made a soft noise, never opening my eyes.
I spread my legs for him, for the pleasure I knew he would give me.
He rubbed something slick over my sex, then pressed his thumb deeper, past the entrance and into me.
Curling it forward, I felt the calloused pad of his thumb rub a spot that seemed to shoot lightning through my body. I stiffened, twisting under his grip.
“Rafe,” I whispered. I opened my eyes only to find thick darkness.
“How did you know it was me?” he said, his mouth close to mine. I turned my face, rubbed my lips against his.
“I know your touch,” I said as he kissed me softly.
This was paradise.