humiliating.
But she was beginning to believe she was totally out of her league here. She’d considered herself experienced. Able to handle any situation.
What she was feeling for these two men wasn’t anything she was prepared to handle.
Not that she was about to pull out now.
She shuddered as Erik touched her, just the tips of his fingers down her spine.
“You have the most gorgeous skin I’ve ever seen.” He stroked the hollow of her back just above her ass then palmed one cheek before squeezing the other.
Her eyes closed as she absorbed the warmth and roughness of his skin. Her breath caught when she thought he might reach between her legs to play with her pussy but he continued down her thigh.
When he removed his hand, her eyes opened but she couldn’t see him, couldn’t see what he was doing. Disoriented, she writhed, pressing her mound into the mattress, trying to gain a little relief.
She felt over-wound and over-stimulated, even though he’d touched her so sparingly.
Need more. Need it now .
When the bed shook, she sucked in a breath, realizing she’d been holding it.
She felt him pick up her braid and seconds later, her hair spilled around her shoulders.
Then he put one hand high on the inside of each thigh, kneading her flesh. Moisture seeped from her needy sex.
He didn’t say a word as he began to stroke her, his hands smoothing over every inch of skin he could reach. His knees were between her legs. She felt the hair on his legs graze her inner thighs and she knew he could see her pussy clearly.
Was he looking? Could he see how wet she was for him?
His palms felt rough against her skin, calloused. They had some scarring but it didn’t turn her off. Nothing about this man turned her off.
She had a moment to wonder if the reason he wanted her face down was because she couldn’t see his scars but then he tapped her ass and said, “Lift.”
It took her a second to compute what he wanted then she lifted her hips off the bed. Something cool and firm slid under her. A pillow held her body away from the bed.
And exposed her sex even more.
“So fucking pretty.”
He didn’t touch her again for several seconds and she began to wonder if he was ever going to.
Then he ran one finger along the seam of her sex and sent a shudder of desire sweeping through her. She tried to close her legs, even though she knew she couldn’t.
“Every night, I dreamed about this.” His voice made her skin break out in goose bumps. “About you naked on my bed. I wanted you here.”
“Then do something.”
“I plan to. I just don’t plan to rush it.”
She felt the bed move but she couldn’t see what he was doing. Then she felt the heat of his body as he put his hands on either side of her torso and leaned forward. His mouth landed on her nape, planting a kiss there, then moving to the side and laying a string of them along her right shoulder. Her left.
Every now and then, she felt the scrape of his teeth and she shuddered, muscles tightening, before he began to make his way down her back.
He bit and sucked and kissed, arousing her to a fever pitch with only his mouth. He was halfway down her back when he stopped. Her lungs stuttered and she found it nearly impossible to breathe as she waited for him.
Finally, she felt something brush against her lower back. But it wasn’t his mouth.
He scraped his beard-roughened cheek against the hollow of her back, just above her ass, and her body reacted as if he’d shocked her.
Barely able to breathe, sensation pulsing through her, uncontrollable and raw, Jules felt herself sinking into a state of heightened awareness, where each rasp of his whiskers, each brush of his fingers against her skin, made her pant for more.
His hands moved now, grabbing her ass before smoothing down her thighs. When he bit her on one ass cheek, she flinched, though not from pain.
“Erik. Please.”
His answer was to bite her other cheek.
Could he smell her arousal? He had to
But she was beginning to believe she was totally out of her league here. She’d considered herself experienced. Able to handle any situation.
What she was feeling for these two men wasn’t anything she was prepared to handle.
Not that she was about to pull out now.
She shuddered as Erik touched her, just the tips of his fingers down her spine.
“You have the most gorgeous skin I’ve ever seen.” He stroked the hollow of her back just above her ass then palmed one cheek before squeezing the other.
Her eyes closed as she absorbed the warmth and roughness of his skin. Her breath caught when she thought he might reach between her legs to play with her pussy but he continued down her thigh.
When he removed his hand, her eyes opened but she couldn’t see him, couldn’t see what he was doing. Disoriented, she writhed, pressing her mound into the mattress, trying to gain a little relief.
She felt over-wound and over-stimulated, even though he’d touched her so sparingly.
Need more. Need it now .
When the bed shook, she sucked in a breath, realizing she’d been holding it.
She felt him pick up her braid and seconds later, her hair spilled around her shoulders.
Then he put one hand high on the inside of each thigh, kneading her flesh. Moisture seeped from her needy sex.
He didn’t say a word as he began to stroke her, his hands smoothing over every inch of skin he could reach. His knees were between her legs. She felt the hair on his legs graze her inner thighs and she knew he could see her pussy clearly.
Was he looking? Could he see how wet she was for him?
His palms felt rough against her skin, calloused. They had some scarring but it didn’t turn her off. Nothing about this man turned her off.
She had a moment to wonder if the reason he wanted her face down was because she couldn’t see his scars but then he tapped her ass and said, “Lift.”
It took her a second to compute what he wanted then she lifted her hips off the bed. Something cool and firm slid under her. A pillow held her body away from the bed.
And exposed her sex even more.
“So fucking pretty.”
He didn’t touch her again for several seconds and she began to wonder if he was ever going to.
Then he ran one finger along the seam of her sex and sent a shudder of desire sweeping through her. She tried to close her legs, even though she knew she couldn’t.
“Every night, I dreamed about this.” His voice made her skin break out in goose bumps. “About you naked on my bed. I wanted you here.”
“Then do something.”
“I plan to. I just don’t plan to rush it.”
She felt the bed move but she couldn’t see what he was doing. Then she felt the heat of his body as he put his hands on either side of her torso and leaned forward. His mouth landed on her nape, planting a kiss there, then moving to the side and laying a string of them along her right shoulder. Her left.
Every now and then, she felt the scrape of his teeth and she shuddered, muscles tightening, before he began to make his way down her back.
He bit and sucked and kissed, arousing her to a fever pitch with only his mouth. He was halfway down her back when he stopped. Her lungs stuttered and she found it nearly impossible to breathe as she waited for him.
Finally, she felt something brush against her lower back. But it wasn’t his mouth.
He scraped his beard-roughened cheek against the hollow of her back, just above her ass, and her body reacted as if he’d shocked her.
Barely able to breathe, sensation pulsing through her, uncontrollable and raw, Jules felt herself sinking into a state of heightened awareness, where each rasp of his whiskers, each brush of his fingers against her skin, made her pant for more.
His hands moved now, grabbing her ass before smoothing down her thighs. When he bit her on one ass cheek, she flinched, though not from pain.
“Erik. Please.”
His answer was to bite her other cheek.
Could he smell her arousal? He had to
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