her lips, plunging in his tongue, stroking it across her tongue. Her pussy pulsed as if she felt the stroke of his tongue in a phantom caress through her slick folds.
Steve’s continued to devour her mouth and she slipped deeper under their sensual spell as they made short work of sliding down her skirt along with her panties leaving her completely exposed.
A small shudder of fear ran through her, they wouldn’t like her body. They placed her on her back, and pulled away; she whimpered with the loss of close contact. She opened her eyes when Steve released her lips. Their hungry, lustful gazes as they roamed down her naked body left her in no doubt they loved what they saw.
It sent her heart soaring and wiped way the last doubt.
Steve cupped her chin, turning her face to meet his gaze. “We’re not going to take you anally tonight love, but we’ll start preparing for it, are you alright with that?”
She already made up her mind, knowing they wanted verbal confirmation and she whispered a soft, “Yes, I am.”
“Remember, you have the control here, beautiful. Anything you feel uncomfortable with, or don’t like, tell us, we’ll stop.”
“I want this, I really do, I trust you both to show me what real pleasure is.”
“Don’t ever doubt that, little mermaid.” Steve’s fingers slid through her long hair, gliding it over her body, tickling the tips of her breasts and nipples.
“Please.” She arched her body. “Touch me.”
Her hair fell as Steve swooped in again claiming her mouth, hungrier and more desperate. Ben’s lips found her right nipple. His other hand running circles over her lower body. Their hands and mouths glided in so many places she lost track of who was touching what and where.
Her moans filled the air, her body a fever pitch of sensation and need.
She gasped when one of her men slid fully over her body. Her eyes opened wide meeting Steve’s intense predatory gaze.
A shiver ran down her spine at the dark, sexual look in his eyes. “Baby, we’ve needed you for so long, but I don’t want to hurt you. It’s why I’ll go first and Ben can stop me if I lose control and get too rough.” His strong hands gripped her firmly on her hips.
The man was worried he would hurt her. It would have been a sweet gesture, if not for the dark, sexual gleam in his eyes.
“I trust you, Steve, maybe you should believe me. I don’t want you to hold back in fear. I’ve lived that life and it doesn’t suit me, you, or Ben.”
“You’re so damn beautiful inside and out. Thank you, baby, thank you.” Steve’s lips crashed into hers and his tongue pushed into her open mouth. Arial kissed him back with matched fever.
She loved his strong arms around her, and the feel of his broad, muscular chest.
She sighed as a slight smattering of chest hair rubbed against her rapidly hardening nipples. She ran her hand up and down his back, encouraging and revelling in the feel of his taut muscles under her palm. Steve’s body was incredible and Ben’s was equally impressive. She wanted to feel both her men.
Nothing could ever compare to their loving touch…nothing. Here is where wonderful new memories which lasted a lift time were made between three loving people.
Steve’s hands roamed over her flesh, exploring every inch of her skin. He cupped her breast taking the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, sending shivers skating down her spine.
He teased, pulling and rolling her hardening nub. A shock of electricity shot directly to her slickened sex, she broke the kiss to let out a low moan.
“That’s it, baby.” She heard Ben’s soft encouraging words from the side.
Steve took the opportunity to bring his mouth to her exposed neck. His lips trailed over her sensitive flesh and his tongue darted out to lick.
Every part of her flooded with liquid heat; unable to stand it, she tangled her fingers in his mop of dark hair, holding him close as he kissed.
Arial glanced up for a moment her eyes
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