Full, so full. Stretched around his dick, pinned to the bed underneath his muscled body.
Then to her utter shock, he leaned down, slid his arms underneath her belly and lifted her up. He pulled her back, leaning as she sat on his cock, her back pressed solidly against his chest.
Her bottom rested on the tops of his thighs, and he scooted awkwardly toward the edge of the bed. He rolled slightly to his side, his cock still buried tight in her ass, each movement sending it deeper. She gasped, part in pleasure, part in pain as the fullness overwhelmed her.
When he attempted to move his legs, he slipped out. Before she could move back toward him, her other lover grasped her firmly around the waist and lifted her. Dear God, this man had to be strong. He'd lifted her as easily as a sack of potatoes, and she was no dainty lightweight.
He lowered her down, and the other man reached for her, curling his hands around her waist as they both lowered her onto his straining cock again.
When he missed, he hastily reached down to grab his erection and guide it into her ass.
Her upright position pressed all her weight downward so that no part of his cock wasn't inside her. His arms came around her, holding her reassuringly. His hands palmed her breasts, rolling the tips between his fingers.
Gradually he roved downward, letting his palms glide over her belly and then lower, between her legs to her pussy. He fingered her gently, petting and stroking the sensitive folds, parting them and then delving into her wetness.
The other man grasped her legs just above her knees, and he spread her thighs, opening her further. Her first lover started to recline, holding her tightly against him as he lay back.
Holy hell. They were going to . . . Shit. Her brain and body went into overload. She trembled uncontrollably, her legs shaking, her mouth dry and her senses screaming for mercy.
Mercy, hell, she didn't want any such thing.
He stepped between her parted legs, between the other guy's parted legs. She'd sell her soul to be able to see them right now, but her imagination was going to have to suffice, and she'd never been accused of not having one.
Placing one hand on her belly just below where the other man's hands cupped her breasts, he tucked his cock against her pussy and pushed.
Her body resisted the dual invasion, but he persisted, exerting steady pressure.
Tight. She was so incredibly tight with one cock buried in her ass. It made her pussy nearly inaccessible.
He pulled back after she flinched, and she heard the soft squeegee sound of the oil being squirted. A second later, he pressed against her pussy again, this time his passage eased by the slick liquid.
In one hard thrust, he was in to the hilt.
Fire burst and exploded around her. Thank God they both stopped, not moving even a centimeter as she fought the wicked thrill of having two cocks stuffed into her body.
Their hands glided over her body, so light and caring. It baffled her, this extreme care they took with her. To them she should have just been an easy lay, some chick who wanted a quick fuck, but they didn't treat her like a piece of meat. Because of that, the experience . . . ah, the experience. It was grander, more exciting, more mind-blowing than she'd ever imagined.
She'd envisioned thirty minutes of sweaty sex, them humping her like dogs in heat then rolling off to be on their way. And she'd been okay with that. Originally. But damn if they hadn't wooed her with their hands, their mouths, their tenderness.
Now she wanted everything they had to offer, all they wanted to give her. Whatever they wanted, she would give. She was theirs for as long as they wanted their sweet seduction to last.
The man over her leaned forward, his mouth roving over the breasts being held and plumped by the man under her. He held each breast up, offering them to the other man's mouth like an appetizer. God, she wanted to see. How must she look? Like an enchanting seductress? Beautiful? Desirable?
As he suckled at her breasts, he pumped against her in steady rhythm. His thrusts moved her up and down on the cock in her ass. One hand slid between them, finding her clit as his pace increased.
She moaned helplessly as her orgasm built and swelled like an incoming tidal wave. Exquisite pleasure, the sweetest of agonies, bombarded her. Rained down like hail. Never had she experienced such cutting ecstasy. It hurt, it was beautiful, it was sweet, it was pain.
Her hands flew out, landing against the chest in front of her. Her fingers curled around his shoulders, holding on as she tried to breathe.
Higher. Longer. Harder. Tighter. The ripples began in her pelvis and fanned out, rushing faster and faster until she spun like a tornado.
They rammed into her, both sliding so deep. So, so deep. With a hoarse cry, she splintered and came apart.
The cock in her pussy jerked away. The bed dipped and impatient hands turned her face, a thumb prying at her mouth to open. The first jet of his release landed on her tongue just as she parted her lips. Then he slid inward, holding himself deep while he twitched and spasmed.
The man under her went still, waiting, his hands tenderly holding her hips as his cock snuggled deep in her ass.
The hands at her face went soft, stroking her cheeks as he executed short, quick strokes over her tongue. Finally he slipped away, and she swallowed then licked the stickiness from her lips.
To her surprise, he cupped her cheek and kissed her tenderly on her other cheek. It wasn't a passionate kiss. Oddly it was one of reverence. A sweet kiss.
Then she found herself being pulled away. The cock slipped from her ass as the man under her stood and cradled her in his arms. He laid her on the bed, and for a moment she was left alone. Surely they weren't done. No, someone was sitting at her head now.
Her cheeks bloomed with heat when a warm, damp cloth soothed over her skin. Ah, they'd stopped to clean up as well. As soon as they were done, a body pressed down over hers, and a cock settled against her pussy.
He shifted and moved his hips but didn't seem to be in a hurry to gain entrance. Finally the tip slipped inside, and with a sigh he sank deep.
His forearms were pressed to the bed, and she could easily imagine him just over her, staring down as his hips flexed and rolled against her. She spread her legs, arching upward to give him a better angle.
This was as vanilla as sex could be and yet it was sexier than anything she'd done with them yet. One on one contact, his body pressed so tight to hers, his warmth filling her.
She could sense him staring at her, intently, as if he found her the most desirable woman in the world. She raised her hands, wanting to touch him, but she got no further than his muscled arms.
Fingers curled gently around her wrists, pulling her hands away. The other man kissed her exposed palm as if to apologize but he kept her away from the man fucking her.
With a growl of frustration, she broke the silence.
"Why can't I touch you?"
He stilled above her, growing tense. His hands wandered down her body as he raised up to his knees, his cock still angled to reach her deepest parts.
She sighed knowing she wasn't going to get an answer. "I'm sorry. I'm not complaining. Honestly."
He leaned down again, framing her face in his hands, and he kissed her. Before she could kiss him back, he drew away. His way of telling her it was okay? She smiled. There was something to he said about wordless communication. It was certainly effective.
She stretched like a lazy cat, the aftermath of her orgasm making her lethargic. The gentle rhythm of the cock sliding through her post-release screaming nerves stirred the beginnings of her arousal all over again.
The first night had been more hurried, as if they, like her, were so taken in by the experience that it was over before it even began. Tonight was different.