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stomach slightly louder, the sounds vibrating between Raine's skin and his lips. Raine drew him up into Raine's side, humming and murmuring into his mouth. One of his legs was drawn up to curl over warm thighs as Grey's fingers, slick and hot, trailed over his cleft. Is this what you want? A soft whimper escaped him, his hips pushing back, searching to deepen the contact. Yes... Yes. Grey's whisper was gravel and sand and need as slick fingers pushed deep inside him, stretching him. 50 The Center of Earth and Sky by Sean Michael Raine's voice, so soft and gentle, answered him. Yes, Whit. He slid his fingers over Raine, face and chest and abdomen, sliding over the long, hard cock with its drops of liquid heat at the top. He explored Raine, waiting for Grey's touch deep inside him. Grey finger fucked him for what seemed like hours, lips moving over the back of his neck while Raine kissed and stroked and moaned and aroused. It had been so long since he'd done this; only once before had he let anyone do this. It hadn't been great. Now he wanted Grey and Raine to do it, he wanted to invite them into him as they had invited him into them. He was stretched and pulled as Grey's fingers curled deep inside him, sparking a line of fire up his spine. It made him shudder, made him whimper. Made him beg for more. Are you ready for me, Whit? I want you to tell me what you want. Grey's voice, Grey's fingers, Grey's tongue were insistent. Yes, Grey. Ready. Oh please I'm ready now. He pushed back against Grey, voice shivering as Grey's fingers passed over his gland again. Raine? Yes, Grey. He's beautiful. His eyes are glowing, lips so full and he tastes like wine and berries and hunger. Raine's voice was gentle, lips moving over his face. A thick, wide pressure pressed against him, asking for entrance. Oh, he'd forgotten the burn and the stretch, wasn't 51 The Center of Earth and Sky by Sean Michael sure he remembered how to do this, so he just closed his lips over Raine's and thought about how much he wanted this. Hands moved over his skin, pushing and massaging, insisting that he relax, that he breathe and let them in. So he did. Finally Grey's hips were snuggled up against his ass, teeth nipping his shoulder. He opened his eyes wide, starting into dark brown eyes. Raine ... he's inside me. Yes, Whit. Does it feel good, Grey deep inside you? Touching you? Making love to you? Raine was smiling, eyes shining at him. Oh, Raine ... yes. So good. So full. He slid his hand around Raine's cock. Inside me. Yes. I'm deep inside you, so tight. Grey's lips found his neck, pulling steadily as his hips began to move. Raine moaned, pushing into his hand. So beautiful, our Whit. Our sweet lover. Their voices, their bodies, the scent of them, the cock inside him ... he was going to come, going straight over the moon. Grey's body rubbed against his back and ass as they made love, Raine's belly moving with his. Tight, Raine. Yes, my love. Holding you tight. Raine looked over his shoulder, eyes gleaming. So lovely. He's beautiful, in passion, in need. As are you, my Grey. Grey jerked, a soft sob sounding. Whit moaned and shivered, pleasure and strong emotion rocking him. So good. Raine ... Grey... 52 The Center of Earth and Sky by Sean Michael Whit... Together they called out to him, bodies pushing faster, higher, farther. He was surrounded, held tight, kept close. They were all reaching for the same goal, heading for it together. When they reached it, the world shattered into dark eyes and husky moans and the smell of their seed in the air. He felt like he was a part of them as they all came, his pleasure trebled by sharing it. They curled together on the bed, skin on skin on skin, arms and legs and hair all twisted together. He made a soft sound, meaning thank you and oh that was wonderful and I don't think I'll move again but I'm happy. He slid his hands along warm skin, just touching to touch, to feel even closer. Something heavy and soft and warm landed over him, blanketing them in sweet-scented darkness. Sleep now, Whit, Grey. I'm here. Right here, my loves. The words sounded like a mantra, reinforced by Grey's whispered, Stay. As long as you'll let me, he murmured, sleep beginning to steal him away. Yes, Whit, lovely man. Yes. Raine ducked under his chin, breath soft and warm like Grey's lips against his nape. Yes... Safe between them, he slept. * * * * He was dreaming about flying, about swimming, about air filled with dancing colors and butterflies and hot tongues sliding over his skin. The heat faded and he frowned, moving 53 The Center of Earth and Sky by Sean Michael towards it. A soft giggle was introduced into the music that was everywhere and that soft, hot touch returned. For a moment he was sure he was still dreaming and then everything else faded away but the wet tongue that slid along his skin. He moaned softly. Mm ... salty and sweet all at once. Perfect midnight snack. The voice, soft and full of pleasure, floated up to him, competing with the strains of music that filled the loft. Raine... He kept his eyes closed, just enjoyed the sweet sensations. He could feel Grey's solid warmth behind him, still and silent, breath gentle upon his back. The blankets were soft, well worn. Raine's hair tickled his waist as the teasing lips moved over his skin. Was watching you sleep you and Grey. His hair was resting on your throat, his hand on your heart. You both looked so happy. I had to taste it. Oh... His hand went to his throat, feeling Grey's hair for himself. Why aren't you sleeping with us? he asked softly, hand moving down to find Raine's face. Mm... Raine hummed softly. Needed to move, to put the food away, get tomorrow's salad marinating. Silly, normal, not in bed things. But then I saw you and I wanted to touch. Do you mind, sweet Whit? Only if you stop. Why on earth would I do that? Raine's giggle tickled his belly, so warm, so incredibly happy. It made him laugh, breathless, happy, aroused. I don't know. 54 The Center of Earth and Sky by Sean Michael Me either. Warm lips found one of his nipples, sucking for long minutes. Your skin tastes like berries. What kind? he asked, loving Raine's voice, loving the way Raine made it another caress, an integral part of love- making. Mm ... raspberries here. Those lips moved to his throat. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |
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