Colters舗 Promise by Maya Banks

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    He maneuvered up, standing and leaning back toward the headboard. Then, using one hand as leverage against the wall and leaving the other tightly wound in her hair, he pushed his hips forward until his cock pressed against her mouth.
    She ran her tongue over the tip, appreciating the moan that spilled from his lips. Then she sucked him inside, wanting that last connection.
    They were all three a part of her. Deep inside her.
    She relaxed, allowing the tension to ease and the fear that had knotted her insides for so long to slide away.
    She let them take the reins. Let them have control. She trusted them. She was in their hands. In their care.
    Closing her eyes, she inhaled deeply and took Michael as far as she could, savoring the taste and feel of him on her tongue.
    Seth slid deeper into her body in an alternating rhythm with Dillon. When Seth pulled back, Dillon sank deep. When Dillon retreated, Seth pushed forward.
    Their movements were exquisitely tender. No hurry. No frantic race to completion. It was as if they’ddetermined that they had all the time in the world and they weren’t rushing a damn thing.
    Dillon’s hands left her hips and trailed up her belly, pausing for a moment to caress her abdomen. Then he went higher, palming both of her breasts in the most tender of gestures.
    He ran both thumbs lightly over the puckered nipples, all the while making sure he didn’t press too hard.
    “Touch yourself, Lily,” he said huskily.
    Having long since lost her self-consciousness when it came to lovemaking, she lowered one hand to Dillon’s taut abdomen and then trailed her fingers down to his groin where their bodies met and meshed.
    She slid her fingers between them, through damp folds, until she stroked over her clitoris.
    Immediately her body tightened all over. Seth and Dillon both let out strangled sounds. Her mouth molded tighter around Michael’s cock and his fingers tangled in her hair once more, holding her in place while he stroked back and forth over her tongue.
    “That’s it,” Dillon murmured. “Pleasure yourself. I want to see you come apart right in front of my eyes. I want to feel you tighten all around my dick and then bathe me in your heat.”
    Her nostrils flared and her body began to trembleall over in response to the seductive words. Dillon had such a wicked tongue. He had a way with words that never failed to tilt her right over the edge. He could talk a woman to orgasm. She was convinced of it.
    Seth’s hands gripped her behind, held her as he began to thrust more forcefully.
    She was teetering. So close. So very close.
    She rubbed her clit in a circular motion, stroking the taut, sensitive bud with one finger. Harder. Faster.
    The world went hazy around her. All she was aware of was pleasure. Beautiful, never-ending pleasure. And the love of the three men who’d changed her life forever.
    Inside her. All of them. Deep. Loving.
    She let out a soft cry around Michael’s erection and then went liquid in their arms. Seth and Dillon both held her up, supporting her with gentle hands.
    Michael slid out of her mouth, though she knew he hadn’t come, and she slumped forward onto Dillon’s chest as Seth shuddered behind her, in the throes of his own orgasm.
    Dillon twitched, arched his hips up one last time and then he closed his eyes and wrapped his arms solidly around her, holding her as he poured himself into her body.
    For the longest time, she lay there, softly panting, eyes closed as she savored the aftermath. All too soon, Dillon shifted and then she found herself lifted into Michael’s arms. He turned, rolling with her so she was nestled into his side on the bed.
    She snuggled into his embrace, tangling her legs with his. She wanted to be close. Didn’t want any space between them.
    And then Seth was behind her, molding himself to her back, one leg thrown over hers so she was completely and utterly surrounded by him and Michael.
    She smiled against Michael’s neck.