One Voice 02 - Here Without You by Mia Kerick Page A

spoke first. Then just like the night before, Nate grabbed the lubricant out of the drawer, and they squirted each other’s fingers.
    Nate said very seriously, “It’s time to flip over onto your belly.”
    I heard an echo in my head of female voices saying close to those same words four years before. In fact, just about exactly four years ago. But this was so different. The loving tenderness, reverence even, they showed me washed away the fear, the humiliation, and the suffering of that assault. These two men loved me, and I would willingly turn over, expose my backside to them, so they could further demonstrate their love.
    Once I was on my stomach, several warm fingers invaded me, while others rubbed my thighs and the flesh of my rear end. I wasn’t sure who was doing what back there.
    “Get up on your knees, Casey,” Zander encouraged me.
    Although I was trembling from excitement, I did as he said.
    Nate got right behind me, and he spoke. “Open up your legs just a bit, babe.”
    I lowered my head to the bed and spread my legs enough to give Nate the access he needed. As Nate pushed inside, Zander stretched out beside me, leaned up and covered my lips with his, and swallowed all of my gasps. Soon Nate was moving in and out of me in a steady rhythm. Every once in a while I felt an electric spark of sensation that elevated my sensitivity ten notches. When I started panting into Zander’s mouth, he reached beneath me and began stroking. With the feeling of both my men loving me at the very same time, I couldn’t hold back, and I let myself go into Zander’s hand.
    Nate pulled out of me, bent down, and kissed the back of my neck as I slowly returned to earth. Once I trusted my voice to work again, I said simply, “Zander’s turn.” Nate wiped himself off with a towel I’d put beside the bed.
    Zander was what you might call eager. He flipped onto his belly, and Nate and I adjusted our positions so he was between us. Nate, I noticed, was still very excited, as he hadn’t climaxed when he made love to me. The two of us prepared Zander’s backside with more lubricant and more touching. When Zander started to moan softly, I felt a tenderness and connection to him I had never before experienced. Zander, so cool and calm, was lying on his stomach, showing us his vulnerability. It was beautiful and precious, and Nate and I looked at each other and smiled.
    “You wanna take him, Casey?” Nate was still looking at me.
    For a few seconds, time stood still. I knew for a fact that I didn’t want to do that. I didn’t want to be on top of him. I didn’t want to push my way inside Zander or Nate, but I also didn’t have the words to explain my feelings. I had this inner knowledge of myself and what I wanted sexually. And I didn’t want to do that.
    I shook my head, and Nate nodded.
    “It’s okay, babe. You do what you wanna do. Just what you wanna do.” I watched as Nate positioned Zander and gradually entered him.
    For a full minute, I just watched Nate’s expression of concerned tenderness, combined with controlled pleasure, as he studied the flexing of the muscles in Zander’s back. I saw Zander squinting and rolling back his eyes as he adjusted to the loving invasion—wanting it and enduring it, both at the same time. And what I saw wasn’t dirty or shameful or pornographic. Not even slightly. It was the picture of beauty. The picture of trust.
    I saw my future on that bed beside me.
    Zander pulled me toward him so I would share in the moment. At almost the same time, Nate grasped my shoulder and drew me against his thigh. So I joined them. I leaned up and kissed Nate deeply as he made love to our Zander. Next I flattened myself on the bed on my back close beside Zander, and I did as he had for me. With my lubricated hands, I grabbed his penis and tugged at it in time with Nate’s thrusts.
    “Kiss me, Casey. Please… I wanna be kissing you when I come.”
    I stretched up, parted Zander’s lips with my