He reaches forward and slips my dress down over my hips. His fingers hook in my panties and pull them down along with it, and I’m naked. Ready. Waiting.
But no, he takes it slow.
The energy from Gerwyn is on the opposite side of the spectrum from Ant’s.
His fingers trail up my back and leave a flutter of tickles, and then he brushes my hair from my shoulder, peppering my collarbones with kisses so genuine that I feel his smile against my skin. And I can’t. I can’t stop…
It feels the most natural thing to wrap my arms around his neck and ask for his mouth with mine. Kissing, and kissing, and kissing. And loving every heated second.
My fingers run down his chest, appreciating every single inch of him, and this time he doesn’t stop me when my hands get to his belt. My mouth is still on his when I drop his pants. I feel his cock against my stomach before I see it, and he is definitely more than comfortable in his skin as he hitches me up against him. I feel both the crusader and my friend at once. He’s even hotter in the flesh than on the vampire photo with Jo in his arms.
I’ve almost forgotten Ant is in the room with us when he clears his throat.
“Nice to see you can actually get it up, Ger. Well done.”
Ant’s sarcasm doesn’t dampen the tone. The passionate crusader takes to the fore as he guides us to his bed and eases me down onto my back. He drops down alongside me, and his mouth works along with his hands, exploring every part of me with the same kind of fascination I feel about him. We’re two teenagers, looking through adult eyes, teasing with fingers and lips and tongues.
My God, I could do this for ever.
My mouth misses his kiss from the second he pulls away to kiss a path down my throat, across my collarbone and down to my tits. My back arches, and he grants me the most incredible flicks of his tongue as he teases my nipples. The passion from him is insane.
And then he moans. Gerwyn, my amazing friend of a crusader, moans like a lover. He moans so beautifully because he wants this so bad, so much, and I’m right there with him, moaning myself.
I run my fingers through his hair as he sucks at me, and I wrap my legs around him to get as much skin on skin as I possibly can. When he moves, I smile and close my eyes, heart thumping as his lips kiss a path down my stomach.
I’m desperate for his mouth, but he teases. He runs his fingers against my pussy so lightly that it makes me cry out, then he spreads me like I’m precious, his breaths hot and heavy before he takes his first taste.
And yes.
Yes.
He sure knows what he’s doing.
He kisses my inner thighs until I’m squirming, whimpering, begging for his mouth on my clit. He doesn’t keep me waiting, runs his tongue up my slit, teasing, probing, pressing against my clit and I’m already crazy with desire, my body screaming out for him to be inside me. I look down at him and his eyes are closed, savouring every second along with me. Fuck, I need him.
I want him.
I love him.
I never knew it would be possible to love two men at once, but it is possible. I know that now. It’s possible, and I’m swimming in the amazing glow of it all.
I’m so wet for Gerwyn that my pussy aches for more when he slides two fingers inside me. Two turn to three and I’m crying out as he curls them inside me, desperate. I need his cock so much.
Not yet, though. As desperate as I am, I want to savour every single part of him.
I coax him back up and onto me, guiding him with my hands until we’re face to face. When he kisses me this time I taste myself on his tongue, and I love how wet his lips are.
“My turn,” I whisper, and we flip over so it’s him on his back.
I taste him the way he tasted me. I trail my kisses from his neck, down his chest to his nipples, tasting and loving, and then I move lower, lower…
My hands are on his cock before my mouth gets there, and he’s already glistening. His cock is nice and big, especially impressive in its thickness. I smile, because I’m sure going to feel it nice and hard when he thrusts it inside me.
I lap my tongue up the length of him, and he groans nice and loud, but he doesn’t fuck my face to take control. He lets me play how I want to, flicking my tongue up and down as my hand works his veined shaft. His thighs tense up when I get into a firmer rhythm and he moves with me, but he doesn’t whisper filth, just breathes heavily, nicely, and I love that he’s enjoying it. I suck him into my mouth, work it deep, and feel his cock get suddenly stiffer. He puts his hands on my shoulders and pulls out with a whisper of wait.