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his chest was sparse, but there was a light covering in the center between his nipples. It arrowed downward in a thin line, disappearing into the waistband of his pants. Threading her fingers through it, she followed its descent. The muscles of his stomach were rock hard beneath her questing fingers.
Garrik, obviously tired of waiting, stroked his hand across her stomach before moving upward. This time, he didn’t stop. Genny cried out, arching her back as he palmed her breast, pushing it more firmly into his hand. His fingers kneaded the pliant flesh and when he stroked his thumb over the swollen tip, she moaned. She felt that 39
small caress everywhere in her body. Her scalp tingled and her core burned. He did it again and liquid heat flowed from her sex.
Jarmon leaned down and captured her mouth with his. This was not the gentle kiss he’d given her earlier. No, this was the kiss she’d expected the first time. This was a claiming. But rather than fearing it, she embraced it as it fed the growing hunger within her. His mouth was hard and heavy, consuming her, sucking the very air from her lungs. Her fingers curled into his chest. She needed something to hang on to, something to anchor her in this growing storm of desire.
Jarmon pulled away with a growl of pleasure and kissed a hot path down her jaw and neck. She gasped when she felt the nip of his teeth at the curve of her neck where it met her shoulder. Her womb clenched hard. He didn’t stop but kept moving lower until his head was poised over her breast.
Garrik plumped her other breast in his hand. She could feel his warm breath against her nipple. It puckered even tighter, making her moan. “Please.” She wanted them to touch her, to put their mouths on her flesh. Something, anything to help ease the growing ache that was consuming her.
They moved as one, both of their heads lowering to her breasts. Their hot mouths covered the aching tips and they began to suckle. Genny cried out as lightning bolts of pleasure whipped through her body. They stroked their tongues over her swollen nipples. Instead of appeasing the ache, it seemed to swell, growing in strength. Her hips thrust upward, meeting only air. The blanket was long gone and she had no idea if one of them had pulled it away or if she’d kicked it away with her restless movements.
“Spread your legs.” Jarmon’s voice was so low and guttural she barely recognized it. “Your pussy is hot and wet. Give it to us.”
“You know you want our fingers deep inside you, fucking you, making you come.” Garrik swirled his tongue over her nipple and then blew on it.
Both men were pressed tight against her sides and she could feel the hard ridges of their erections stabbing against her. Her inner muscles constricted. In spite of the coolness of the night, sweat clung to every inch of her skin. Her breath was coming in harsh gasps as she spread her legs, unable and unwilling to deny them anything.
Garrik groaned as he rubbed his erection against her. His hand swiftly skimmed down her stomach. There was no gentle exploration this time. She felt Jarmon’s hand slipping over her torso as well and she sucked in an expectant breath.
“Hook your legs over ours. Give yourself to us.” Without thought, she did as Jarmon asked. The night air flowed over her sex but did little to quench the fire burning within her.
Fingers sifted through the curls covering her mound and quickly moved lower. She whimpered as they traced the wet folds of her sex, circling it once before dipping just inside her slit.
“More.” She bucked her hips upward. They couldn’t stop now. She needed those fingers inside her.
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Both of them slipped the tip of their fingers just barely inside her. Two thick fingers pushed past the natural resistance at the entrance of her body. Her inner muscles clamped down hard, at once trying to stop them from going any deeper and at the same time trying to pull them further into her. The sensation
Garrik, obviously tired of waiting, stroked his hand across her stomach before moving upward. This time, he didn’t stop. Genny cried out, arching her back as he palmed her breast, pushing it more firmly into his hand. His fingers kneaded the pliant flesh and when he stroked his thumb over the swollen tip, she moaned. She felt that 39
small caress everywhere in her body. Her scalp tingled and her core burned. He did it again and liquid heat flowed from her sex.
Jarmon leaned down and captured her mouth with his. This was not the gentle kiss he’d given her earlier. No, this was the kiss she’d expected the first time. This was a claiming. But rather than fearing it, she embraced it as it fed the growing hunger within her. His mouth was hard and heavy, consuming her, sucking the very air from her lungs. Her fingers curled into his chest. She needed something to hang on to, something to anchor her in this growing storm of desire.
Jarmon pulled away with a growl of pleasure and kissed a hot path down her jaw and neck. She gasped when she felt the nip of his teeth at the curve of her neck where it met her shoulder. Her womb clenched hard. He didn’t stop but kept moving lower until his head was poised over her breast.
Garrik plumped her other breast in his hand. She could feel his warm breath against her nipple. It puckered even tighter, making her moan. “Please.” She wanted them to touch her, to put their mouths on her flesh. Something, anything to help ease the growing ache that was consuming her.
They moved as one, both of their heads lowering to her breasts. Their hot mouths covered the aching tips and they began to suckle. Genny cried out as lightning bolts of pleasure whipped through her body. They stroked their tongues over her swollen nipples. Instead of appeasing the ache, it seemed to swell, growing in strength. Her hips thrust upward, meeting only air. The blanket was long gone and she had no idea if one of them had pulled it away or if she’d kicked it away with her restless movements.
“Spread your legs.” Jarmon’s voice was so low and guttural she barely recognized it. “Your pussy is hot and wet. Give it to us.”
“You know you want our fingers deep inside you, fucking you, making you come.” Garrik swirled his tongue over her nipple and then blew on it.
Both men were pressed tight against her sides and she could feel the hard ridges of their erections stabbing against her. Her inner muscles constricted. In spite of the coolness of the night, sweat clung to every inch of her skin. Her breath was coming in harsh gasps as she spread her legs, unable and unwilling to deny them anything.
Garrik groaned as he rubbed his erection against her. His hand swiftly skimmed down her stomach. There was no gentle exploration this time. She felt Jarmon’s hand slipping over her torso as well and she sucked in an expectant breath.
“Hook your legs over ours. Give yourself to us.” Without thought, she did as Jarmon asked. The night air flowed over her sex but did little to quench the fire burning within her.
Fingers sifted through the curls covering her mound and quickly moved lower. She whimpered as they traced the wet folds of her sex, circling it once before dipping just inside her slit.
“More.” She bucked her hips upward. They couldn’t stop now. She needed those fingers inside her.
40
Both of them slipped the tip of their fingers just barely inside her. Two thick fingers pushed past the natural resistance at the entrance of her body. Her inner muscles clamped down hard, at once trying to stop them from going any deeper and at the same time trying to pull them further into her. The sensation
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