Forrest, Dawn - Sweet Water Wedding: Sharing Shannon (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Dawn Forrest

thrust, glided...home. That’s how it felt, like a reunion with a long lost love.
    Shannon nearly jerked off the bed, slamming into his hard chest, as his thick, long cock slid inside her, forging through the slick but tight spasming muscle and nudging the end of her cervix as he came to rest, balls deep, against her.
    “Oh, don’t stop, fuck me please,” she half cried, half begged.
    It pleased him that any reservations she may have had were lost with her panties. He loved her confidence and lack of inhibition.
    “Don’t fret, sweetheart, I told you I’d give you what you want, what you need.”
    He rose up off her body, slipped off her heels and placed her legs over his shoulders, lifting her ass, deepening the angle of penetration. He pulled nearly all the way out of her then slammed back hard repeatedly. His balls slapped against her butt as he thrust into her, shunting her body up the bed.
    She was on fire, her internal heat only tampered by her wetness, and he could feel her peristaltic pussy stimulating his cock even more than he thought possible. Dear Jesus, he was having the ride of his life. Her breasts swayed with the fast hard rhythm of his penetration and another orgasm started deep within her, bloomed, and swept them both howling away. He gave a last ferocious thrust, nearly sending her into the headboard.
    For a minute Luke couldn’t move, he had to concentrate on getting enough air into his lungs. Either he was out of practice flying solo without his partner in the cockpit or he had just fucked both their brains out. He looked down at Shannon and guessed it was the latter. She looked flushed and faintly overwhelmed. He smiled, feeling immensely pleased with himself for having pleasured her so thoroughly. Releasing her legs he lay lightly over her body to kiss her again, slowly and gently this time.
    “Amazing, that was...incredible,” she sighed in between kisses.
    “It was,” he wholeheartedly agreed.
    They petted and caressed each other for several more minutes before Luke went to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. He grabbed two bathrobes because he reasoned there was no point in getting dressed again. When he came out she was lying on her side propped up on her elbow smiling at him and looking like she was enjoying the view.
    “Like what you see?”
    “Well, the curtains could be brighter,” she commented, deliberately misunderstanding.
    He snorted, “You’re not looking at the curtains, babe.”
    “Yeah, but I’m thinking about them,” she teased.
    “No, you’re not.” He pretended to frown. Luke was used to women fawning over him, but he liked her quirky humor. “You will be thinking about food soon though. You must be hungry, let’s order.”
    He found the room service menu and took it over to the bed. Admiring the curve of her waist and hip, he couldn’t resist running a hand gently over her toned, rounded little ass.
    “I already know what I’m going to have for dessert,” she stated saucily, wiggling her eyebrows and making him chuckle.
    “You’re almost as bad as James.” He slipped before realizing how that might sound and instantly regretting it.
    “What?” Her voice wavered a little with uncertainty.
    “James, you know, my business partner. He’s got a one-track mind.” He tried to sound nonchalant.
    “Luke, is there something that you’re not telling me? Are you bisexual?”
    “Christ no!”
    “Because, I guess it doesn’t really matter if you are.”
    “I’m not,” he said indignantly, “although I’m glad that you’re so open-minded.”
    “You don’t have to be embarrassed about it.”
    “Shannon, I am not bisexual. If I was I would tell you, but I’m not.” He said it seriously and with all the sincerity he could muster.
    “Okay, well, then this James sounds an interesting guy.”
    “He is. I wish you could meet him, I think you’d get on. Now, what shall we order?” He waved the menu in front of her and effectively changed the