Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 107453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Dev swivels his gaze to the woman between us. “Did that turn you off?”
“No, I kind of tuned it out, to be honest,” she says dryly, and fuck, I think I might fall in love with her for that.
I mean, not real love. Just momentary affection. Amusement. Yeah, that’s what this is.
I don’t mention my sponsorship with a watchmaker or a cologne company. Instead, I turn to Aubrey again. “Got any other rules?”
Her eyes twinkle. She stretches her neck from side to side, exposing soft skin I want to kiss and lick, then says in a seductive whisper: “Yes. I want you to take turns with me.”
I’m not about to correct her since that’s not technically a rule. It’s just a very good idea. So good that I’m out of this hot tub in seconds.
The best part of sharing a woman is watching her get turned on. If you do it right, she melts into your touch, into your mouth, into the two of you, falling apart in a new kind of exquisite bliss.
But every woman is different. Every woman has her own likes and dislikes.
Learning her is the fun of it.
I am here for all the exploration. I stand at the side of the bed with Aubrey then gently take off the towel that’s wrapped around her breasts, letting it fall to the floor.
I’ve still got a towel hooked around my waist. Well, undressing is part of the fun in bed. Dev is at the foot of the mattress, waiting for her.
“Lie back,” I say, and she complies, then I move her up to the pillows at the top of the bed. “Want to take our time with you. You want that, honey?”
“I think so,” she says, but she sounds uncertain.
I’m pretty sure we can help her along. I join her, lying next to her, stroking her hair as Dev climbs onto the foot of the bed, pressing light kisses to her calves.
“You’re not sure though?” I ask, kissing her shoulder.
She trembles. Yes, let the melting begin. “I just don’t know.”
“That’s fair,” I say, roaming my fingers down the soft skin of her arm, layering more kisses along her collarbone.
“You want us to take the lead, sweet thing?” Dev asks in between kisses along her shin.
“Yes. I think so,” she says, breathy, but there are those nerves again in her voice.
One way to quiet them. By soothing that busy head of hers. I stop, then lean over her, capturing her mouth in a hot, hard kiss that has her writhing, reaching for my face, tugging me close. She’s grabbing at my hair and revving my engine all at once.
But, I hope, relaxing too. As she cranks up my desire, I break the kiss to say, “You can tell us anything you like or don’t like. Anything you want more of or less of. Anything at all.”
She nods, faster this time, and I glance down. Fuck yes. She’s tilting up her hips, offering herself to us. Our girl is already turned on from his mouth on her legs and mine on her lips.
I spread a hand across the soft flesh of her stomach, then bury my face in the crook of her neck, kissing hard, then nipping on her earlobe.
As Aubrey stares down at Dev with amazed eyes, I whisper hotly in her ear. “How badly do you think we want you?”
She shudders, then gasps an “oh god.”
I grin wickedly. Good. So fucking good. She can barely even answer my question, she’s so aroused.
With noisy groans, Dev doesn’t relent his path up her calves, kissing her behind the knee now.
My hand travels up to her tits, squeezing one roughly. “Tell me,” I command as I pinch the nipple. She gasps. “Tell me. Scale of one to ten,” I urge. I want her to know, to really know, how much we want her. The more she feels worshiped, the more she’ll surrender to the pleasure.
“Um,” she says, but her eyes go glassy again.
“Aubrey,” I chide. “How badly?”
With a shudder she looks at me, then him, then she reaches for his towel.
“Ohhh,” she groans.
She feels wanted, and that’s the sexiest thing ever. Then, she’s even sexier when she falls back on the pillow, her back arching as she meets my gaze and lets out a feathery “one hundred.”
I groan approvingly, then slam my mouth to hers, taking her lips in a possessive kiss. “Good girl,” I tell her when I break it. “Now take mine off too.”
She shifts to her side, tugs at my towel, and her eyes widen. “Guys…things are definitely, definitely better.”
28
DELAYED GRATIFICATION
Aubrey
Look, I’ll admit I’ve watched some porn. I’m even a devoted monthly subscriber to a particularly delicious site that’s run by women, made by women. Spanking, hair grabbing, pushing her down to her knees, coming on her tits—those are all my faves.