Marrying Mari by Elyse Snow Page A

want again?
    “Do you want more?”
    She turned her head to Ethan, where he leaned over her. “I—Yes, I want more. I want you, both of you.” She held her arms out to him and saw a flash of triumph cross his face.
    He smiled, his predator smile. And lifted her into his arms. “Oh, baby, you’re going to get both of us, I promise.” He kissed her, a fierce kiss of such carnal heat Mari swooned against him, wrapping both arms around his neck and opening her mouth to his. He swept one hand down her throat and unclipped her bra between her breasts. Then he turned her in his arms, pulling away the loosened scrap and settled her against his chest. Her bottom nestled against his erection, and the heaviness between his legs, still covered by the black cotton of his underwear. He was as potent as Gabriel, hot and thick against her.
    Gabriel sat, looking at them. In the light from the one bedside lamp, he was gorgeous, big and golden and muscled. The gold medallion around his neck glinted at her, tangled in his chest hair. He was all male. Their kisses had left his lips swollen too. He rested on one hip, one long arm, watching.
    Behind her, Ethan kissed her nape, then said, “Ready?”
    Not certain she was, Mariella nodded. Ethan settled back against the mounded pillows, resting her against his chest. He left his right hand just above her knee, cupping her leg. His left hand held her left shoulder.
    She felt vulnerable, exposed to both men. That feeling wasn’t helped when Gabriel pushed onto his knees and crawled toward her. “Off,” he said, then pulled the lacy panties down in one stroke, tossing them aside. Ethan lifted her right leg and draped it over his, then slid both across the sheets, forcing her legs open. She trembled and clutched his hand; Ethan turned his palm up and meshed their fingers.
    Gabriel lifted her left leg and put it, too, over Ethan’s, then slid onto his belly between them. He stared at her lower body, then sifted a finger through her clipped, dark curls. “Such a beautiful pussy.” He spread her soft folds with his thumbs. “So wet. I can’t wait to taste you.” He shot a glance upward. “Bet you taste like honey.” He slid his palms under her and lifted.
    “Gabriel—” Her words turned into a sharp cry as he lowered his head and licked her from the bottom to the top of her slit. It was too much. She twisted away, and Ethan slid his left arm across her belly, holding her in place.
    “Shh, shh. Let Gabriel please you. Let him love you, and after he makes you come, then I will.” Ethan lifted their twined fingers to his mouth. “Do you want to come for us, beauty?”
    Her breasts, untouched, ached. Both nipples were pointed and the naked globes were swollen. She wanted something more. Mari turned her head, seeking Ethan’s kiss. “Yes. Touch me.”
    Gabriel was swirling his tongue around her clitoris while his thumb stroked and circled everywhere. She pushed against his mouth. Gabriel sucked her clit into his mouth, and she bucked, twining the fingers of her free hand into his thick hair. To push him away, to pull him close, she didn’t know. She moaned. He let her go with a soft pop and began to explore the folds of her flesh with his tongue while two fingers continued to tease the hard button. Fireworks were exploding in her veins and behind her eyes, and when Gabriel began to stroke in and out of her hole with one, then two fingers, she arched and sobbed.
    “She’s tight,” Gabriel said, his voice taut. He put his mouth on her clit again, sucking as his fingers stroked, faster, twisting now as they thrust. She pushed back against his fingers, riding them.
    Ethan whispered in her ear. “You like that, baby? It feels good, doesn’t it?”
    “So good.”
    Gabriel gently bit the swollen nub of flesh, and Mariella exploded. Her body arched and jerked. Wetness gushed from her. She cried out. Ethan held her tightly, murmuring in her ear, while Gabriel licked her pussy, stroked her