Love Under Two Benedicts(11)

Kelsey came, a tsunami of lush rapture drowning her, pulling her down deeper and deeper into the world of Eros so that nothing else existed but the fiery fingers of climactic pleasure consuming her.

“Damn, woman,” Steven said.

She could barely keep track of the moment. Even as Matthew lifted her and laid her on the bed, she was aware of Steven tearing the clothes from his body, reaching for her. Matthew handed him something, and she heard the tear of foil, but the act of protection didn’t slow him down one bit.

Then he was between her thighs, his large body, gloriously naked, coming down on her. The orgasm had ebbed, but the brief sight of his cock as well as the look of hunger on his face immediately sparked her ardor.

The heat of Steven’s body covered her at the same time his cock pressed between the folds of her pussy. He entered her in one powerful thrust.

“Oh, God.” The fullness, the stretching fed a hunger she’d suppressed. The weight of a lover pressing over her, into her, fed a need she’d forgotten.

“You’re so hot and tight, baby,” Steven said. “So good.”

The words brushed her face, and she had the sudden sense that he wanted to kiss her but held back. Determined to take and give in equal measure, Kelsey bowed up, fastened her mouth on his and tasted her own juices on his lips.

He surged into her, his cock seeming to grow even larger as he wrapped his arms around her and plundered her, above and below. His tongue dipped, delved, dominated as his cock thrust inside her, hard and fast and deep.

Kelsey wrapped her arms and legs around him, holding tight as her second climax sizzled her synapses and shivered her senses. She cried out, a feral screech of ecstasy erupting from deep inside her.

“Yes.” Steven thrust hard and held himself deep, and even as Kelsey continued to come, she felt his cock inside her pulse his own climax.

Kelsey let her arms fall to the bed. Eyes closed, she swore she could see stars. As she struggled for breath, sound and sense began to penetrate her fogged brain. Music played, and the scent of candles, lavender and citrus, mixed with the scent of sex, the aroma at once restful and arousing. Weight and heat separated from her body as Steven edged himself off. His breathing sounded as labored as hers, and she wondered if he felt as wrecked as she. Two orgasms. She’d never in her life had two orgasms in the space of a few minutes.

Before that thought could fully sink in, the bed dipped, and a hot, hard, naked male body pressed against her right side.

“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are when you come?” Matthew’s whispered words kissed against her neck. When he used his hand to turn her head toward him, she opened her eyes and her lips.

The press of his erect penis against her stirred her fires, adding fuel so that they began to burn anew. She turned on her side, threw her left leg over his hip and reached for his cock.

Hot and hard, his latex covered organ defied her hand’s ability to fist it completely. Her fingers barely touched, and as she pumped him, as her mouth took his, he surged into her hand and grew.

She plunged her tongue into his mouth and gave herself permission to pillage.

Hot and wild and free, she moved up, moved over, and took. Her mouth, eager for every flavor of this man, nibbled and tasted, learned and explored. She couldn’t marshal this need inside her to take and take and take. It burned deep, demanding, this new instinct driving her to reckless abandon as she’d never been driven before.

She would have taken more, she would have taken all of him, but he rose up, strong, dominant, and fairly tossed her onto her stomach on the bed.

Matthew growled as he covered her He used his knees to nudge her onto her own. He nipped her shoulder with his teeth as he thrust into her from behind.

“Yeah. Oh, God, Kelsey, you feel so fucking good.” He began to thrust in her, his control of her absolute. One hand found and squeezed her breast as the other wrapped around her middle. Palm open on her abdomen, his fingers spread wide, and she wondered if he could feel his own cock with his palm because it seemed to drive so deep into her.

His thrusts became sharper, faster, and Kelsey tilted her hips, raising her ass and splaying her legs to give him all she could. The need inside her spiraled out of control, became a raging scream for fulfillment such as she’d never known. Hornier, higher than she’d ever been, her orgasm eluded her, dared her to take more, and then still more.

“Oh, God, Matthew. Please!” Her thoughts scattered, literally floating out of her. There was no room for thinking, only for feeling, only for the physical.

Matthew heard her and understood her. She hadn’t expected or wanted this connection, but that didn’t matter. The connection between her and this man and his brother had been forged, grew strong, and fed on every part of her.