She felt Mason kneel behind her, then his mouth was on her cheeks, his hands separating the firm globes and then his tongue was lapping at her pussy. She sucked in air at the exquisite feel of his mouth.
She set aside the cloth and braced herself against Derek's chest, widening her stance to allow Mason deeper penetration with his tongue. Oh, yes, that was so wonderful, so wonderful.
Then she felt one of Derek's hands at her clit, circling and rubbing. Another orgasm started to build inside, she felt it rising higher and higher. Derek lifted her chin and claimed her mouth as she climaxed around Mason's tongue, a growl deep in her chest rising, yet stifled by Derek's deeply probing tongue.
Both of their tongues were now thrusting and retreating, almost in counter rhythm, like two small penises, and she couldn't seem to come back to earth. Neither would let her land, as time and again, between them, she climaxed, until she reached a point she could no longer stand on her own, her legs shaky and weak. Her mind was fuzzy with echoes of pleasure, hardly aware when one of them turned off the water as the other lifted her in his arms.
As Mason held her, Derek toweled her dry. He then dried Mason and finally himself. She cuddled against Mason's chest as they walked back into the bedroom and he laid her gently on the bed. Again, their cocks were already hard, and she watched lazily as they each sheathed the other and then lay beside her.
Derek ate at her breasts, suckling and tonguing, as Mason's fingers opened her lips and prepared her, testing her. Then Derek levered himself above her and she felt his cock at her hot entrance. She lifted her hips and he pierced her, her passage widening to accept him, eager for his penetration. He felt wonderful.
Mason straddled her and she willingly accepted his cock between her lips, stroking and tasting, pleasuring him, savoring the flavor, until she felt him spasm with his orgasm, coming quickly with her lips wrapped around him, sucking at him. Derek thrust inside her in long, slow strokes, building her slowly, not rushing, taking his time.
Mason withdrew from her mouth, lifted her shoulders, and settled behind her, bracing her as Derek continued fucking her. Heat built inside her quickly. Mason's hand's encircled her breasts, warm and firm, claiming her as Derek continued stroking inside her, driving her higher and higher.
Derek lifted her legs and Mason reached out to anchor them up to either side of her breasts, opening her more fully to Derek's cock, lifting her hips as Derek sank to tease at the entrance of her womb, and she screamed at the deep, exquisite penetration. He ground against her clit. Mason pulled her head back and claimed her mouth, sinking his tongue deeply inside.
Oh, God, she felt them both right down to her soul. They touched at her center and she broke apart in shattering waves of pleasure as she came and came and came. Her scream of rapture was captured by Mason's mouth. And then, when she felt Derek burst free, she came again, and finally collapsed bonelessly into Mason's arms.
This was how it was meant to be. It always had been the way it should be. If only they hadn't been afraid to voice their wants to each other.
Mason lowered her legs gently as Derek pulled his softening cock from her vagina. Derek climbed from the bed and headed to the bathroom. Mason held Ginnie in his arms, stroking her body.
She felt serene and calm, floating on a pleasurable high. She snuggled against him, her head against his heart, hearing the steady beating lulled her into a half-world between sleeping and waking.
Another body came from behind to spoon around her. Then Mason slid from the bed, and Ginnie turned to Derek--her wonderful mountain man. She felt his tightly beaded nipple beneath her cheek and turned to suckle at it. Oh, he tasted so good.
When Mason returned, he spooned around her. He lifted one of her legs and nestled his own thigh between them, then sank one finger between her opened and engorged lips.
Derek anchored a hand at her hip, kneading her skin.
"You're so beautiful, Ginnie. We've missed you a lot."
Mason's finger began to slowly thrust inside her, a hard, yet slight, lingering presence.
"We're glad you came home, Ginnie. Without you, it hasn't been right. Not since the day you left. A part of us needing to be filled and only you could do it."
She arched against Mason's questing finger. "You had each other," she whispered. "But all these years, I've been without both of you. I thought I had to make a choice and I couldn't do it. So I was left with nothing but the memories."
Derek stroked her hip, down her thigh, back up to feather across her breast. "There was no choice to make, honey. We're a family just as we are--a triad rather than a duet."
She turned onto her back and arched up against Mason's questing, undemanding hand, enjoying his touch. Their scents surrounded her, mingling with her own. And it was so right.
Theirs was a special relationship a lot of people could never understand. She hadn't herself, not until tonight.
She ran her investment consulting business from her house for the most part and could change location with ease--much easier than they could move their business. When the time came, she would be the one to change locations and be happy to do so.
As Derek had said earlier, they'd have to take it slow, make sure it was what they all really wanted, the way they wanted it. For right now, this was right. And she had to thank her old broken down Mustang for the opportunity to find out she really hadn't had to make a choice at all. Not about the car, and not between her men.
Derek's mouth pulled her thoughts back to the here and now as his tongue drove deep into her mouth. Mason added a second finger to the first and all she could think about was the pleasure of being at the heart of the two people she loved most, and the only choice she had to make was between rapture and bliss.
Adrianna Dane
Theresa Gallup uses the pen names of Tess Maynard and Adrianna Dane. Theresa has been writing since the age of 10. A legal secretary for 30 years, she is currently working on another erotic romance, as well as a full-length romantic mystery/suspense. She has been married for 30 years and has three grown children (a daughter and twin sons), and is a new grandmother.
Writing as Tess Maynard, her first published short story appeared in the ezine, The Whispering Forest, in January of 2004. Writing as Adrianna Dane, where adding sensual heat to romance is her motto, Esmerelda's Secret was her first foray into the erotic romance genre.
Having traveled and lived from the East Coast to the West Coast, Theresa receives inspiration for her stories from a variety of sources, including music and poetry, and her tastes are eclectic.
For more information about current projects, visit Theresa's websites at www.tessmaynard.com or www.adriannadane.com.
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