right."
"Shallow."
Logan
looked mildly offended and tugged her big toe. "You think so?"
"Mud
puddles have more depth."
"Ouch."
Tyler moved the tray. "Harsh, babe."
"Very
harsh." With a quick and unanticipated move, Logan pulled on Susannah's
ankles, making her slide down the bed, flat on her back.
Before
she could catch her breath he was between her thighs, lifting them to rest on
his shoulders. Her body flooded with excitement as she realized his intent.
Tyler
was beside her again, stroking her hair, taking his time as he touched her
gently, randomly, anywhere he wished.
"Oh
yeah, sweetheart. You have such soft skin."
She
closed her eyes as Tyler whispered the words, and Logan breathed on her pussy
lips.
If
there was indeed a heaven, then things like this must be going on there all the
time, because Susannah was almost flying off the bed with pleasure.
Then
there was movement, fast and effective.
She
was blindfolded before she could do more than squeak out her surprise. Even as
she took a breath, her wrists were grasped firmly and lashed together.
It
stretched her; she felt her breasts thrust upward as Tyler--it must have been
Tyler--pulled her arms above her head. She was further down on the bed, Logan
still between her raised thighs, and Tyler's legs now down either side of her
body.
She
felt him position her tied hands around his cock.
He
spoke softly, his tone caressing and light. "If you're uncomfortable,
please let me know with words, not deeds? I'm trusting you with the family
jewels, babe."
In
spite of her position, her overwhelming sense of vulnerability, Susannah couldn't
hide a smile. "Okay, Tyler."
Then
Logan bent to her and words were no longer possible.
She'd
already had one man drive her crazy this way and now, apparently, it was an
experience to be repeated.
His
tongue was firmer, more demanding than his friend's, delving deeply into her
sex, insisting on a response rather than encouraging it.
And
after her first orgasm, this was exactly what she needed.
He
sucked and teased and bit gently, going directly to the places needing such
attention. How the fuck he knew what they were…well, Susannah had no clue. Nor
did she mind at all.
Her
hands teased Tyler's cock, exploring, fondling, then relaxing and letting him
use them as he wished. She realized she was masturbating him, and found it
strangely exciting.
Being
blindfolded magnified her senses by a factor of at least ten, and now she could
hear things she'd missed before.
The
sound of bodies on a bed, soft noises of crumpling sheets and the quilt sliding
around beneath them. The gentle hushed noise of the bed itself, not a squeak,
since there didn't seem to be springs in it, but a different sound,
indescribable but identifiably unique.
She
could hear the men breathing. Tyler's breath louder as he thrust himself
through her fingers, and Logan more snuffling as he pushed his tongue way into
her body and nuzzled her clit.
And
she could hear her heart, pounding furiously within her chest.
There
were scents, sharper now she could no longer see anything.
Tyler
was man, tangy sweat, musk and the lingering fragrance of raspberries. Logan
was also man, but different--his tang was of the outdoors and the leather of
his boots. His skin smelled of soap, something clean and subtle. Tyler's skin
was slightly more perfumed. She guessed his soap was designer, and Logan's
probably supermarket shelf.
Odd
thoughts to have when captured beneath two of the sexiest men in the world, but
Susannah realized now what being blindfolded did to a woman in bed.
It
completely altered perceptions.
And
increased sensations.
She
bit back a cry as Logan moved his tongue downward, daring to leave her clit and
her pussy for new territory. She vaguely remembered him washing her thoroughly
and hadn't thought much about it at the time.
Now
they were moving her, turning her over, Tyler helping with her arms and
shoulders, Logan with her hips.
It
was her turn to lie
"Shallow."
Logan
looked mildly offended and tugged her big toe. "You think so?"
"Mud
puddles have more depth."
"Ouch."
Tyler moved the tray. "Harsh, babe."
"Very
harsh." With a quick and unanticipated move, Logan pulled on Susannah's
ankles, making her slide down the bed, flat on her back.
Before
she could catch her breath he was between her thighs, lifting them to rest on
his shoulders. Her body flooded with excitement as she realized his intent.
Tyler
was beside her again, stroking her hair, taking his time as he touched her
gently, randomly, anywhere he wished.
"Oh
yeah, sweetheart. You have such soft skin."
She
closed her eyes as Tyler whispered the words, and Logan breathed on her pussy
lips.
If
there was indeed a heaven, then things like this must be going on there all the
time, because Susannah was almost flying off the bed with pleasure.
Then
there was movement, fast and effective.
She
was blindfolded before she could do more than squeak out her surprise. Even as
she took a breath, her wrists were grasped firmly and lashed together.
It
stretched her; she felt her breasts thrust upward as Tyler--it must have been
Tyler--pulled her arms above her head. She was further down on the bed, Logan
still between her raised thighs, and Tyler's legs now down either side of her
body.
She
felt him position her tied hands around his cock.
He
spoke softly, his tone caressing and light. "If you're uncomfortable,
please let me know with words, not deeds? I'm trusting you with the family
jewels, babe."
In
spite of her position, her overwhelming sense of vulnerability, Susannah couldn't
hide a smile. "Okay, Tyler."
Then
Logan bent to her and words were no longer possible.
She'd
already had one man drive her crazy this way and now, apparently, it was an
experience to be repeated.
His
tongue was firmer, more demanding than his friend's, delving deeply into her
sex, insisting on a response rather than encouraging it.
And
after her first orgasm, this was exactly what she needed.
He
sucked and teased and bit gently, going directly to the places needing such
attention. How the fuck he knew what they were…well, Susannah had no clue. Nor
did she mind at all.
Her
hands teased Tyler's cock, exploring, fondling, then relaxing and letting him
use them as he wished. She realized she was masturbating him, and found it
strangely exciting.
Being
blindfolded magnified her senses by a factor of at least ten, and now she could
hear things she'd missed before.
The
sound of bodies on a bed, soft noises of crumpling sheets and the quilt sliding
around beneath them. The gentle hushed noise of the bed itself, not a squeak,
since there didn't seem to be springs in it, but a different sound,
indescribable but identifiably unique.
She
could hear the men breathing. Tyler's breath louder as he thrust himself
through her fingers, and Logan more snuffling as he pushed his tongue way into
her body and nuzzled her clit.
And
she could hear her heart, pounding furiously within her chest.
There
were scents, sharper now she could no longer see anything.
Tyler
was man, tangy sweat, musk and the lingering fragrance of raspberries. Logan
was also man, but different--his tang was of the outdoors and the leather of
his boots. His skin smelled of soap, something clean and subtle. Tyler's skin
was slightly more perfumed. She guessed his soap was designer, and Logan's
probably supermarket shelf.
Odd
thoughts to have when captured beneath two of the sexiest men in the world, but
Susannah realized now what being blindfolded did to a woman in bed.
It
completely altered perceptions.
And
increased sensations.
She
bit back a cry as Logan moved his tongue downward, daring to leave her clit and
her pussy for new territory. She vaguely remembered him washing her thoroughly
and hadn't thought much about it at the time.
Now
they were moving her, turning her over, Tyler helping with her arms and
shoulders, Logan with her hips.
It
was her turn to lie
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