Tiny Dancer(Divine Creek Ranch 13)(80)

“We’ll talk to Ben about it and see what he says. I know what you really need right now.” His suggestive tone made her giggle. Quinten always thought she needed sex.

“You do?”

He shifted her around on the double chaise, laying her out on her throw and pulling the blanket over them as he crawled over her thighs, placing kisses randomly, igniting sparks in her belly as he traveled up to the spot that ached for him between her thighs.

“Mmm-hmm,” he murmured as he pulled her hips to him and buried his face in her wet cunt. His mouth was very busy, but his lips curled when he smiled at her.

She sagged against the chaise as waves of pleasure soared over her. Quinten moved fast, eating voraciously at her flesh until the release sprang up within her, taking her almost by surprise.

With a victorious growl, Quinten climbed over her until the thick head of his cock was nestled between her pussy lips. He kissed her and said, “For a little while, I want you to put all the worry aside. Can’t fix a thing at the moment, anyway. Just relax and feel.”

He slid his cock inside her with one firm stroke. She moaned loudly as her pussy adjusted to his thick invasion. Her clit was trapped against his pubic bone, and every movement stoked her arousal higher.

Tremors started deep inside her while she still recovered from the last orgasm. She buried her face against his shoulder, letting him control the moment. Wrapped around him tight, she panted as the flickering spasms of her orgasm gathered strength. Her muscles went rigid, holding on to him and squeezing his cock harder with each stroke until they were both groaning as they raced each other to climax.

Her juices soaked them both as she moved in counterpoint with him, holding on around his neck so tightly that she was afraid she might choke him. The conflagration slammed into her, and her back bowed with the power of it. She heard the noise when her head hit the arm of the chaise, but she didn’t feel a thing as she rode each wave, not fearing that he would hurt her or leave her hanging.

His grip on her intensified as he neared completion. “That’s it, baby.” He gasped harshly and stilled as he flattened her against the cushion, his cock pulsing deep inside her. “Fuck!”

When he was able to move, he pressed hot kisses and little love bites along her throat and her shoulder. She giggled as his lips found hers in a playful kiss.

He studied her for a few moments, his warm gaze reaching her soul with the tenderness she saw there. “I love you. Are you okay? I think you hit your head.”

“I’m fine.”

“You’ve seemed out of sorts the last week or so.”

“I think it’s just the combination of excitement and tension with the club, the move in here, and the stuff with my house and car. I’ll be fine.”

“We haven’t talked about it again since that first night, but you’re sure everything’s okay with that condom breaking?”

That reminded her that she’d intended to call Emma Guthrie, her doctor and friend, to see about getting an appointment with her and had completely forgotten about it.

“I’ll make an appointment with Emma. Maybe she can give me a B12 shot or recommend a vitamin.”

“We need to feed you more veggies.”

Camilla scrunched up her face, which made him chuckle, but she said, “You’re probably right about that. Regarding your question, yes, I’m sure everything’s fine. I’ve never experienced a condom breaking like that but know that it does happen occasionally.” Prior to knowing Ben and Quinten, the thought of an accidental pregnancy would’ve scared her shitless. She kept to herself that she thought either of her men would make beautiful babies.

So not the time to be thinking thoughts like that.

He slid his cock from her and stroked her pussy which still tingled with release. “Are you getting cold? Feel like going back to bed?”

“I’m just getting warmed up.” The French doors opened and Ben came out. Camilla giggled as she crowed, “You’re nekkid!”

“And lonely, damn it.” Ben’s gravelly voice was a pleasant rasp over the night sounds surrounding them. “I’ve been listening to the two of you for the last few minutes, and I’m hoping you got enough sleep, Camilla, because I think it’s time we gave you what you asked for earlier tonight.”

She’d asked them for her first threesome.

Ben stood there, so manly and proud, nude, stroking the tremendously hard organ jutting from his groin, and Camilla hungrily licked her lips as she stared at it. Arousal returned, hot and insistent, swelling her pussy lips until she had to rub her thighs together. His presence exuded raw sexuality, but it was tempered by the tenderness she saw in his eyes.