knowing
whether she meant him sniffing his fingers or depositing her on their bed.
“It’s their turn to watch, since you don’t seem to be ready
to let them join in.”
Chapter Five
Sara was silent for a moment and Aric began to undress her,
pulling off each article of clothing piece by piece.
“This is why they make you uncomfortable, sweet,” he said
and her eyes cut to Rafe and Francesca, mortified that he spoke in front of
them.
“You are uncomfortable with the idea of the pleasure we
could have. The idea of what actually turns you on. Strangers. Foursomes. Voyeurism.”
She was naked now, but hotter than she’d ever been. His
words were such a turn-on and she found she enjoyed displaying a show for
Raphael and Francesca.
Aric pulled a couple of pillows from on top of the bed and
slid them under her hips. Then he spread her legs wide.
She tried to cower from the splayed-out position, but his
hands locked on her thighs, keeping her still. Rafael and Francesca made their
way to the bed, sitting on top of it for a close-up view, but not touching.
“Uh-uh, that’s not fair,” Francesca chided as Sara fought to
close her legs. “You saw mine. And remember how hot it got you?”
Remember? It had taken her less than a minute to come in
Aric’s hand.
It was a challenge, female to female.
Sara relaxed against Aric’s large hands and helped raise her
hips while she looked directly into Francesca’s eyes.
Rafael sucked in his breath and Aric’s eyes glazed over.
“Holy shit,” Rafe said, his voice deep and sounding like
sex. “Aric, taste her for me.”
Aric dipped his head and Sara shuddered at the pass of his
tongue.
It was the most intense liquid heat, a skilled masterful
tongue seeking and tasting and pleasuring at the same time.
Her eyes rolled back in her head, breaking her eye contact
with Francesca. Sara’s face stiffened in sensual pleasure. White-hot delight
rushed through her body, invading every cell, flushing through every organ.
“Mmmm,” Francesca moaned. “I know just what she’s feeling.”
Aric shifted his head back for a moment so he could use both
hands to spread apart her labia, like opening the petals of a rose.
Her clitoris popped out of its hood.
“Christ,” Rafe said, reaching out with a trembling hand.
“Don’t touch,” Aric said sharply. “Not unless she agrees to
it.”
“Then let’s get you out of your clothes,” Rafe said to him,
his eyes on Sara’s.
From behind Aric, Rafe’s hands came around Aric’s chest to
begin unbuttoning his silk shirt.
Sara nearly squealed, it was so erotic. To see a man’s
masculine hands baring Aric’s sexy chest, the buttons sliding from their slots,
one by one, inch by inch more slick skin revealed, while he held her most
intimate flesh spread apart for all to see.
When he’d finished with the buttons, Rafe tugged the material
over Aric’s broad shoulders, one at a time, while Aric replaced each hand
holding Sara. The shirt hit the floor with a whisper of silk, revealing all the
firm muscles beneath.
It was a good thing Aric was staring at her, awaiting her
reaction instead of licking at her flesh, because she would have exploded when
Rafe wrapped his hands around Aric’s waist to unbuckle his pants.
Oooh , big hands , definitely masculine , sprinkled with sexy hairs , reaching around and sliding the zipper down . Lord , did his hand brush Aric ’ s erection ?
Aric’s underwear matched his black pants. Sleek and sexy.
Rafe slowly pushed Aric’s pants down over his hips, exposing
his underwear fully. There was one less layer over the swollen bulge. Then, he
inserted his fingers into the waistband and…
Tugged.
Aric’s manhood sprang forth, huge and long and so incredibly
hard her mouth watered. She could almost smell the palpable lust in the air,
the white-hot need.
Then he leaned over her and caught her exposed clitoris
between his lips.
He pulled at the hard organ, elongating it with his
whether she meant him sniffing his fingers or depositing her on their bed.
“It’s their turn to watch, since you don’t seem to be ready
to let them join in.”
Chapter Five
Sara was silent for a moment and Aric began to undress her,
pulling off each article of clothing piece by piece.
“This is why they make you uncomfortable, sweet,” he said
and her eyes cut to Rafe and Francesca, mortified that he spoke in front of
them.
“You are uncomfortable with the idea of the pleasure we
could have. The idea of what actually turns you on. Strangers. Foursomes. Voyeurism.”
She was naked now, but hotter than she’d ever been. His
words were such a turn-on and she found she enjoyed displaying a show for
Raphael and Francesca.
Aric pulled a couple of pillows from on top of the bed and
slid them under her hips. Then he spread her legs wide.
She tried to cower from the splayed-out position, but his
hands locked on her thighs, keeping her still. Rafael and Francesca made their
way to the bed, sitting on top of it for a close-up view, but not touching.
“Uh-uh, that’s not fair,” Francesca chided as Sara fought to
close her legs. “You saw mine. And remember how hot it got you?”
Remember? It had taken her less than a minute to come in
Aric’s hand.
It was a challenge, female to female.
Sara relaxed against Aric’s large hands and helped raise her
hips while she looked directly into Francesca’s eyes.
Rafael sucked in his breath and Aric’s eyes glazed over.
“Holy shit,” Rafe said, his voice deep and sounding like
sex. “Aric, taste her for me.”
Aric dipped his head and Sara shuddered at the pass of his
tongue.
It was the most intense liquid heat, a skilled masterful
tongue seeking and tasting and pleasuring at the same time.
Her eyes rolled back in her head, breaking her eye contact
with Francesca. Sara’s face stiffened in sensual pleasure. White-hot delight
rushed through her body, invading every cell, flushing through every organ.
“Mmmm,” Francesca moaned. “I know just what she’s feeling.”
Aric shifted his head back for a moment so he could use both
hands to spread apart her labia, like opening the petals of a rose.
Her clitoris popped out of its hood.
“Christ,” Rafe said, reaching out with a trembling hand.
“Don’t touch,” Aric said sharply. “Not unless she agrees to
it.”
“Then let’s get you out of your clothes,” Rafe said to him,
his eyes on Sara’s.
From behind Aric, Rafe’s hands came around Aric’s chest to
begin unbuttoning his silk shirt.
Sara nearly squealed, it was so erotic. To see a man’s
masculine hands baring Aric’s sexy chest, the buttons sliding from their slots,
one by one, inch by inch more slick skin revealed, while he held her most
intimate flesh spread apart for all to see.
When he’d finished with the buttons, Rafe tugged the material
over Aric’s broad shoulders, one at a time, while Aric replaced each hand
holding Sara. The shirt hit the floor with a whisper of silk, revealing all the
firm muscles beneath.
It was a good thing Aric was staring at her, awaiting her
reaction instead of licking at her flesh, because she would have exploded when
Rafe wrapped his hands around Aric’s waist to unbuckle his pants.
Oooh , big hands , definitely masculine , sprinkled with sexy hairs , reaching around and sliding the zipper down . Lord , did his hand brush Aric ’ s erection ?
Aric’s underwear matched his black pants. Sleek and sexy.
Rafe slowly pushed Aric’s pants down over his hips, exposing
his underwear fully. There was one less layer over the swollen bulge. Then, he
inserted his fingers into the waistband and…
Tugged.
Aric’s manhood sprang forth, huge and long and so incredibly
hard her mouth watered. She could almost smell the palpable lust in the air,
the white-hot need.
Then he leaned over her and caught her exposed clitoris
between his lips.
He pulled at the hard organ, elongating it with his
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