Through the Veil by Lacey Thorn

rhythm. His hands went from stroking her
hips to gripping them and then back to rubbing them.
    She leaned forward, changing the angle as she let her hands
brace on the mattress beside his shoulders. She kept working her hips on him
and his hands slipped down to cup the back of her thighs just beneath her
buttocks. She found his mouth with hers and the kiss they shared was long, wet
and deep. His tongue played erotically against hers in perfect simulation of
what was going on with their bodies. Her nipples were hard points of pleasure
where they rubbed against the hairy plane of his chest.
    Their breathing changed, coming in pants and gasps as the
pace picked up, both of them moving faster as they sought the release of
orgasm. Mouths parted and she rose slightly, allowing his mouth to find and
suck a turgid nipple. Each pull of his mouth, scrape of his teeth seemed to pull
an imaginary string that tugged at her cunt, making it ripple and squeeze his
pumping cock. She could feel the rush of orgasm as it began to pull her in.
    It seemed her entire body tightened, every muscle clenching
and holding tight as she reached the tip of the pinnacle. Then with a crash
that forced a cry from her lips she was falling down the other side,
free-falling into a cyclone of sheer pleasure. There was nothing to catch her,
no parachute to slow her fall. Instead she tumbled, flinging headfirst into a
whirlwind that left her breathless and sensitive to even the softest of
touches.
    Taggart had joined her at some point and she could still
feel the heat of his release inside her. His strong hands stroked down her back
where she lay limp atop him. His touch was gentle, soothing and exactly what
she needed as she shuddered her way back. She was just letting her eyes drift
open when she felt another hand, another touch. Jamison.
    Can you take more pleasure? His question filled her
mind as he touched her ass, running his hands over her curves.
    “Yes,” she answered aloud. She couldn’t—no, wouldn’t—deny
him the pleasure that she and Taggart had shared.
    She pushed herself up onto her hands and knees over Taggart
and with his help moved to lie on her back beside him. Taggart came to his side
beside her and just smiled and watched as Jamison moved between her thighs.
Soft and slow but no less consuming. That was Jamison. His rock-hard cock slid
deep as he bent to brush his lips over her. His tongue teased and rubbed,
moving from the soft skin just behind her ear to lick across her jawline before
nibbling down the column of her neck. Then it was a hot trail back up to her
ear and nibbling kisses along her lobe before his tongue traced the sensitive
shell.
    “Jamison,” she moaned and his husky chuckle brought goose
bumps as it washed over her wet skin. Her hands slid beneath his braced arms
and moved up his back to grip his shoulders, holding him close.
    Was it possible to feel real emotion this soon? To feel the
beginning of love for not one but two men who were more than she’d ever known
existed? She had nothing to compare this to. She’d never really known love
before.
    Jamison’s mouth moved back to her neck and he sucked at the
mark he’d left on her before. His pace quickened so that he rode hard and fast
between her thighs, his cock pumping deep into her pussy with every thrust. Her
nails buried in his flesh as she held on for the ride and her legs came up to
grip the sides of his thrusting hips, opening her wider.
    She was panting, moaning and couldn’t believe that she was
climbing another orgasm so soon after the first one. She wouldn’t have thought
it possible. Her back arched from the bed, pressing her nipples into his chest
as her head dug into the mattress. No sound left her throat this time as she
flew the heights of release again but Jamison’s groan of pleasure echoed her
feelings.
    She swore she felt the press of something inside her, as if
another presence was awakening within her and beginning to stretch. Her