by Roxy Harte
She hadn't been as nervous.
Terrified.
They were each stroking her, face, arms, belly, thighs, and she lay as rigid as a board between them. That's the difference. Me. “I don't know which of you to kiss.”
Daniel rolled her to face Thunder and molded behind her. “Kiss him.”
She liked not having to choose, picking between the two having been so hopelessly impossible. Being told to kiss Thunder made the action easy, and she gladly wrapped her arms around his neck and opened her mouth to him.
Behind her, Daniel stroked her back, teasing the sensitive flesh over her ribs, kissing his way down her spine. She didn't think about what he was doing. She didn't want to think.
She wanted to kiss. She wanted to touch.
Thunder held her face, looking deep into her eyes and kissing her with such reverence, she thought she might just cry. “I thought I might lose you forever.”
She kissed him back passionately, remembering why life was so good.
Daniel slid his hand beneath her thigh, lifting her leg to wrap around Thunder's. Her brain jerked, sensation overwhelming all her thoughts as Thunder kissed her mouth and Daniel slid his tongue through her lower wetness. His tongue explored, finding her open and ready. She jolted when he rimmed her ass, but then Thunder was sucking and biting her nipples, making her forget why she haf had a moment's pause.
Between the two men, she rolled, ending up straddling Thunder. She lowered herself onto his erection without conscious thought that she was, and only realized she was riding him when it became evident that Daniel had likewise moved and was also straddling the man, matching her rhythm with a hold on her hips.
Thunder pinched her nipples, making her gasp with both the pleasure and pain of it. Her head dropped back, and she found a pillow against Daniel's shoulder.
That's nice.
Daniel took control of her body, pushing her forward, lifting her hips just enough to try to fill her from behind. “Oh God! It's too much.”
“Sh-h. Relax.”
Thunder arched his back, lifting, conspiring to help Daniel meet his goal. He slid almost completely out of her, allowing Daniel the space to tease her anus with his prick. Using her moisture to ease his passage, he pushed deeper.
“Ahh!” Her mind spun wildly, she wasn't quite certain if what she was feeling was good or bad, but trusted her memory that it could be very, very good if she relaxed. She met the rhythm Daniel was setting and relaxed just as he pushed all his weight against her, forcing her down, forcing her back onto Thunder's hard dick. “Oh God, oh God!”
“Ride him.” Daniel commanded, holding her hips, taking charge of the rhythm.
She wasn't sure when she'd started riding the spin of the vortex; she only knew that she was crashing with one pleasurable wave after another of pure bliss.
Later, as both men lay wrapped around her snoring softly, she couldn't remember ever feeling so happy or so complete. She replayed the final moments of their lovemaking through her mind again and again. She knew she'd come first but had quickly been followed by Thunder and then Daniel. Thunder had cried out, “Holy Mother of God.” Daniel had growled like a great, raging animal, but both men, once they had calmed their harsh breathing enough to speak, had whispered, “I love you.”
Smiling, she leaned left and kissed Thunder's shoulder. “I love you.”
Leaning right, she kissed Daniel's cheek. “I love you too.”
Are you watching, Emma? Can you believe the perfect life I've found in California? I'm here. I'm living this moment, and I can't believe it either.
Loose Id(R) Titles by Roxy Harte
Control
Edge
So You Want a Job?
Voyeur
“Submission”
Part of the anthology Dom/sub
With B. D. Dark
Roxy Harte
Roxy recently moved to an even smaller town in Southwestern Ohio with her husband and sixteen year old daughter, a very loud, boisterous dog, and two independent cats, where they are serenaded at night by coyotes and wakened each morning by geese flying over.
“Life is good. Sometimes I worry that it is too good, that writers need angst and personal drama to draw from. When I first started writing a decade ago, it was a respite from caring for my invalid parents. After tucking them in, I would write the day's stress away until the wee hours of the morning, sometimes until it was time to start my day over again. Now, I write for myself, for my joy…and to hopefully bring a moment's escape to my dear reader's when they are in need of respite themselves.”
I am often asked, “So, what do you write?”
And the answer, Contemporary Erotic Romance just doesn't answer the question justly. Yes, it's contemporary romance. Yes, it's erotica.
But first and foremost, it is fiction which serves the purpose it was originally intended to and that is to encourage my readers think, to push their boundaries, and to give my readers emotionally, psychologically, and spiritually complex characters to fall in love with.
Keep up on the release dates of all of Roxy Harte's erotica at www.roxyharte.com
