Part 14 (1/2)
I'm a warrior, and I've done things, hard things in the execution of my duty. But from this moment on I will take care of these two people with all that's in me. They're mine.
They are my family.
Mel held himself off Emily Anne, his head bowed as he tried to catch his breath. For her part, their woman had a dreamy kind of smile on her face. Eyes closed, she ran her hands lightly over Mel's head. It didn't appear to bother her that her legs were still in the air, spread and suspended over her lover's arms.
Moving slowly, needing to be a part of them but unwilling to disturb their mood or the connection between them, he eased himself onto the bed beside Emily Anne on her left.
He could smell her arousal, a sweet siren-scent that made his c.o.c.k even harder than it had been just moments before.
Connor reached out and stroked her, running his finger up and down her side, just missing the plumpness of her breast.
”That was incredibly hot to watch.”
”It was incredibly hot to experience,” Mel said. He eased up onto his knees and slowly lowered Emily Anne's legs to the bed. Then he reached down and removed first one shoe, then the other. He rolled her stockings down one at a time, dropping a kiss on each thigh as he did so, then let her stockings fall to the floor.
”I didn't hurt you, precious?”
She opened her eyes and blinked. Then she smiled, reached out and caressed Mel's face. ”Of course not. I didn't know I could get so high or feel so much. Thank you.”
Connor saw in Mel's expression the sense of wonder he felt in his own heart. Mel leaned over and kissed her gently. ”I'll be right back.” He flicked a look at Connor, and said to Emily Anne, ”I think Connor needs you, now.”
She turned her head and met Connor's gaze. ”Now that's just fine, because I need him, too.” She looked over at Mel for a moment, then back to him. ”I don't know why it is, but I don't feel as if I've done it right unless I have the both of you.”
Connor flicked a glance at Mel. Did their woman understand the reason for that? He might very well be new at the menage lifestyle, but even he knew why Emily Anne felt that way.
It was because she loved them, and was meant to be loved by the both of them.
He very nearly told her so. But then he decided knowing it for fact, at the moment, was enough. He didn't need to hear the words spoken aloud right then and there.
Mel got off the bed and headed to the master bathroom. Connor stroked Emily Anne's face with just one finger.
”You have me so triggered. I'm afraid, sometimes, that I'll lose control with you and hurt you. I don't ever want to hurt you, Emily Anne.”
”I know you don't.”
The look in her eyes just then humbled him and made him feel as if he could move mountains at the same time.
She reached over and ran her fingertips lightly down his face. ”Darlin', I'm not as fragile as all that, you know.”
”Ah, but you are. And I don't mean that in a negative way.” He angled toward her and kissed her lightly. ”You're softer to the touch than I am.” He picked up one of her hands and brought it to his lips. ”I consider you to be a woman of strength, but I know I could hurt you and not even realize I was doing it.”
He could tell she was neither offended, nor convinced.
Emily Anne sighed. ”Connor, I'll tell you if I think things are getting out of hand, if I think you're on the verge of hurting me. And when I do, I know that no matter how 'triggered' you are, you'll stop. I have no doubt whatsoever about that.” She grinned. ”But the idea of a man losing control? The thought that a woman could make her man lose all control? That's an exciting thing to contemplate. And a woman wouldn't mind experiencing it, either, every now and again. I wouldn't mind experiencing it. Sometimes s.e.x should be raw and edgy and maybe more than just a little bit rough.”
Then in a move that surprised him, she rolled until she lay on top of him. He let her have her way, lying flat on his back when she showed him that's how she wanted him. She wiggled her luscious body until his c.o.c.k was nestled snug between the lips of her c.u.n.t.
His gaze locked with hers as he ran his hands down her sides. Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s were pressed into his chest, so his thumbs, as he caressed down, didn't actually brush over her nipples. But he felt those twin succulent peaks pebble against him in response to his touch.
”A man likes to know he turns his woman on.” Connor turned her words right back on her.
”You do. You both do. Sometimes it's so huge, this heat, this arousal. I honest to G.o.d didn't know it could be like that until you decided to make a move on me.”
Connor wrapped his arms around her so that one hand splayed over her head. He exerted just a little pressure telling her without words what he wanted.
When she laid her mouth on his he plundered, using his lips and tongue to taste every bit of her mouth, to drink her in as if her essence alone could sustain his life.
The taste of her fired his blood, creating a craving in him that only she could quench. Without taking his lips from hers he lifted her hips slightly, holding her above him. Her hand surrounded his c.o.c.k, and then yes, she moved and took him inside her hot, wet p.u.s.s.y.
Wet and warm, tight and tantalizing, Emily Anne surrounded his c.o.c.k, bringing him home. She squeezed him, giving him the sweetest caress he'd ever had.
She grinned against his mouth and broke their kiss. With her hands on his chest she pushed herself upright. Sighing, closing her eyes, Emily Anne raised her arms above her head. Thrown up in victory-or maybe joy-that gesture proclaimed her a woman who'd taken hold of her own fate. Her lips stretched wide in a sultry smile, Emily Anne began to ride him, her body moving in a soft, steady, undulating pace.
Emily Anne Bancroft lost in s.e.xual abandon was the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen. How could this angel have ever thought herself unattractive, or unappealing?
”My G.o.d, look at you.” Reverence laced Mel's words, and Connor knew his friend-his brother-felt the same way about her as he did himself.
”Glorious,” Connor agreed. He flicked a glance at the man who stood watching and waiting. Connor nodded, giving permission for him to step into the moment with them. I guess I'm not the only one being careful.
Mel headed for the bedside table and the delights that Emily Anne had placed there for them to enjoy. He took both items with him back into the bathroom.
Connor knew Mel would return shortly, and that was fine.
He put his attention on the woman riding him. His hands slid up her body until he cupped her gorgeous b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Overflowing his palms, her plump orbs felt softer than any flesh he'd ever stroked. He used his thumbs to pluck her nipples and smiled when those tiny points responded by turning into hard little b.u.t.tons.
Acting on pure male impulse, he squeezed her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, giving them a steady but firm pressure.
A veritable flood of hot, fragrant juices gushed around his c.o.c.k, accompanied by the sound of a very s.e.xy moan.
Emily Anne opened her eyes and looked down at him, pa.s.sion kissing a blush across her face and down her neck while arousal lit her eyes. ”Do that again, please?”
”d.a.m.n, woman, you're perfect for us.” Connor complied, and felt his c.o.c.k react to the heated look in her eyes by pulsing strongly in her c.u.n.t.
”That was incredible.”
”It's called erotic pain, sweetheart, and I think you're going to really like all the different ways we know how to give it to you.”
”I do want you to give me everything. I want to try it all.”
Mel came to stand beside them. He looked down and watched the way Emily Anne rode Connor's c.o.c.k. Then he leaned over and kissed her cheek. ”Does that mean you're ready for some a.n.a.l play, sweetheart?”
”Yes, please. I think...” Her words faded off and her blush deepened.
Connor really looked forward to the day when she wouldn't stop herself from saying whatever was on her mind. ”What do you think, Emily Anne? You can say absolutely anything you want to say to us.”
”I think it'll be easier for me-the a.n.a.l play-if I'm really turned on while you're doing it.”