called her ‘beautiful’ in such a tone that she knew he meant it. Suddenly, she felt lips on her nipple. He tongued the tip of her nipple, teasing, and a moan escaped from her lips. All coherent thought no longer existed. Her hands moved up toward the back of his head and intertwined with the dark tendrils of his hair. She switched his attentions to her other nipple and then trailed light kisses between the valley of her breasts.
She sighed. She could feel an aching need for release building up between her thighs. It was an ache that could only be satisfied by him. As she looked into his eyes, they seemed to fight between a dark, almost black color and their natural blue.
She reached down and began struggling with his belt, but without success. She felt his lips come down on hers again, possessing her—claiming her. He reached down, never breaking his kisses, and undid his belt. He looped his thumbs into the waist of his boxes and pants, and slung them toward his ankles in one motion. He stepped out of them.
Miranda felt butterflies in her stomach as she anticipated getting exactly what she wanted. She had become accustomed to getting her way, but then again, so was Zechariah.
Still, there was a lingering feeling of uncertainty. She felt bad about not talking to him first. Normally, she didn’t allow herself to get caught up in relationships unless she discussed her expectations first. Yet, the lack of rhyme or reason with Zechariah befuddled her.
“Wait.” she said. “I…”
But, her words were cut off by the sensation of his lips on the inside of her right thigh. As she immediately realized his intent, she closed her mouth. He was going to please her in a way that no man had ever done before. Though she was not a virgin, no man had ever been interested in ensuring her pleasure first and foremost.
But another set of arms came around her, dragged her away from Zechariah. Zechariah smiled at her and nodded in approval. As she was turned around, she came face to face with Lucius. His hands slipped around her waist to draw her against his hard chest. He had already discarded his shirt. Her heart slammed against her ribs, her mind nothing but liquid. She couldn't think this through.
“Don't,” Lucius said, softly. “Don't think about it. Just let it happen.”
Miranda had no clue what she was going to do. Now, both men were touching her in ways she never imagined would be so erotic. Her brain screamed for her to stop all of this now and demand to go home, but her body overruled. Also, there was this strange attraction she had to Zechariah.
Feather light kisses continued on her inner thighs and continuing upward, distracting her from her thoughts. Oh, my god. Hurry up and please give me release, she begged inside her head, as his passionate teasing rendered her speechless. She could even feel his lips spread into a smile against her sensitive skin as he moved up toward the edge of her panties. He was doing it intentionally, teasing her, and purposefully avoiding the center of her desire.
“Zechariah… please” she begged. She knew he was probably sporting a cocky grin at her begging, but she didn’t care. She needed relief now. She felt his tongue and then his teeth take hold of the elastic of her matching black laced panties. With a sudden and vociferous snarl, he ripped her panties off of her with is teeth. He tossed her panties aside and grabbed her thighs, gently spreading them a little further apart.
As Zechariah was devoting his attention to the apex of her thighs, Lucius began teasing and nipping at the tips of her nipples. While his mouth was busy, his hands were caressing places on her body that she had not realized
She sighed. She could feel an aching need for release building up between her thighs. It was an ache that could only be satisfied by him. As she looked into his eyes, they seemed to fight between a dark, almost black color and their natural blue.
She reached down and began struggling with his belt, but without success. She felt his lips come down on hers again, possessing her—claiming her. He reached down, never breaking his kisses, and undid his belt. He looped his thumbs into the waist of his boxes and pants, and slung them toward his ankles in one motion. He stepped out of them.
Miranda felt butterflies in her stomach as she anticipated getting exactly what she wanted. She had become accustomed to getting her way, but then again, so was Zechariah.
Still, there was a lingering feeling of uncertainty. She felt bad about not talking to him first. Normally, she didn’t allow herself to get caught up in relationships unless she discussed her expectations first. Yet, the lack of rhyme or reason with Zechariah befuddled her.
“Wait.” she said. “I…”
But, her words were cut off by the sensation of his lips on the inside of her right thigh. As she immediately realized his intent, she closed her mouth. He was going to please her in a way that no man had ever done before. Though she was not a virgin, no man had ever been interested in ensuring her pleasure first and foremost.
But another set of arms came around her, dragged her away from Zechariah. Zechariah smiled at her and nodded in approval. As she was turned around, she came face to face with Lucius. His hands slipped around her waist to draw her against his hard chest. He had already discarded his shirt. Her heart slammed against her ribs, her mind nothing but liquid. She couldn't think this through.
“Don't,” Lucius said, softly. “Don't think about it. Just let it happen.”
Miranda had no clue what she was going to do. Now, both men were touching her in ways she never imagined would be so erotic. Her brain screamed for her to stop all of this now and demand to go home, but her body overruled. Also, there was this strange attraction she had to Zechariah.
Feather light kisses continued on her inner thighs and continuing upward, distracting her from her thoughts. Oh, my god. Hurry up and please give me release, she begged inside her head, as his passionate teasing rendered her speechless. She could even feel his lips spread into a smile against her sensitive skin as he moved up toward the edge of her panties. He was doing it intentionally, teasing her, and purposefully avoiding the center of her desire.
“Zechariah… please” she begged. She knew he was probably sporting a cocky grin at her begging, but she didn’t care. She needed relief now. She felt his tongue and then his teeth take hold of the elastic of her matching black laced panties. With a sudden and vociferous snarl, he ripped her panties off of her with is teeth. He tossed her panties aside and grabbed her thighs, gently spreading them a little further apart.
As Zechariah was devoting his attention to the apex of her thighs, Lucius began teasing and nipping at the tips of her nipples. While his mouth was busy, his hands were caressing places on her body that she had not realized
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