What She Craves (8 page)

“Nothing to discuss. Our group has never been exclusive.” He pulled back with a soft smile on his lips. “We have enjoyed our follies, but you and I both prefer cunt. This was not intended to last.” Rupert patted him on the shoulder. “You have a second chance. If you don't think you're up to this, let Emma give her the dose. She will sleep through the rest and you won't have to commit yet.” He squeezed his shoulder once more and left.

Bloody hell. He closed his eyes. He had shared women with Rupert off and on for the past four years, and he never once told him he knew about Hannah.

Hannah.

Without a doubt, he was ready for this. More ready than he would have guessed yesterday. He wanted Hannah more than he wanted any other person.

But did she want him with the same ardor?

H
annah exited the room and pitch-blackness met her. She only hesitated an extra moment. Had the ceremony begun?

Her breath caught as shuffles of feet and heavy breaths sounded all around. The door closed behind her, extinguishing the only light. She couldn't see. A warm breeze blew her hair back from her body and she shivered, gooseflesh rising on her skin. The breeze was faintly familiar…Oh. The woman from the painting in the hall. Hannah smiled warmly as the breeze blew her hair.

“So enchanting.” Kenny's voice seemed to come from all about her. “Beautiful. Passionate. Wanton.” Light touches feathered her body, making her tremble. “The best combination.”

She reached out in the direction of where the voice came from, in the direction of the touch, but clutched nothing but air.

“Where are you?” she whispered.

“All about you. In you. A part of you.”

Light cool silkiness dragged down her stomach. “Stay absolutely still.” Warm moist air dragged past her ear. Her body trembled at the desire washing through her skin. Nipples peaked hard, her skin tingled everywhere.

“Kenny.” The light caresses—a feather—trailed down her back. Her chest swelled, and her bum cheeks clenched. “The ache is returning.”

“Not for long, sweet.”

Hair brushed her thighs, and her hips jerked forward. Warm lips traveled up both her legs. Good Lord. Her eyes widened. Someone else caressed her. Kissed her. “Kenny? Who is with you?”

“We are all here to serve you. To worship you.” His breath caressed the heated skin of her thigh.

“I…I—” A tongue brushed the curls at the apex of her legs, then pushed into her slick flesh, probing and seeking the entrance to her womb. The other lips traveled up her stomach to her breasts. Groaning at the intense sensations, she squeezed her eyes shut. She shouldn't enjoy this, but it felt so good.

“Mmmm. The most exquisite taste,” Kenny said as his tongue left her mound. “You are so wet for me.”

“Yes.” Fingers probed her slit. Lips suckled her nipples. “Oh, Kenny!”

“So hot.”

“Yes.”

Warm fingers slid over her body, probing, stretching, sliding fingers in. Her hips pressed forward, opening her thighs farther for the caresses.

A finger pressed into her bum. Oh! Her muscles spasmed, and bit by bit, the digit sunk fully in. Her breath caught as pressure built, and the finger buggering her picked up the same rhythm of the fingers probing her sex.

Oh so…she gulped for air…shockingly exquisite. More touches rubbed her blissful place and her body jerked. Her breath puffed in and out as warmth spiraled her muscles, tightening, bliss just on the horizon. But she didn't want to shatter this way; she wanted Kenny's hard phallus buried deep as she made him scream in pleasure. Her heart sped and a gush of wetness seeped from her.

Kenny moaned as fingers wiggled between her legs, then thrust back in.

The moan, pure delight, wound the rapture higher. She bent her knees and rode down on the fingers frigging her. Good Lord, she wanted Kenny's prick sliding in and out of her womb or her bum.

“Kenny, I…I need you in me.”

“Patience, sweet. There is much more delight to come.”

Fingers that couldn't be Kenny's circled her breasts. Nipples tingling, she gasped. Oh, the sensation was exquisite.

She owned engravings where multiple partners touched and caressed each other and always wondered what different touches would be like. Now she knew why people enjoyed such acts.

“Yes, that's it, sweet. I want to hear more gasps. I want to hear you scream. Like you did at the river.”

Did he want her to scream in rapture?

“Truly?”

“Oh yes. It is the most maddening sound.”

Heavy breaths and the sounds of wetness scattered about them. She inhaled and could smell sex and cunny. Her body trembled. Others were mating about her.

“Listen to the sounds around you.” Kenny's breath heated the curls on her mound. “What do you hear, Hannah?”

“Umm, mating.” Fingers pinched her nipples, fingers caressed her stomach, fingers smoothed down the swell of her bum. Her breath puffed in and out as her body shook with arousal.

“Just futter? No more?”

What did he mean? She tried to calm her beating heart and listen. “I hear wetness.”

“Yes.”

“I hear motions.” She inhaled, trying to pull her mind from the sensations assaulting her body and comprehend. “I smell cream.”

“Yes, they are all in the air. But there is more. Feel it, Hannah.”

Her body trembled as the murmurs of love endearments from both females and males came from all about her. They whispered to each other, so softly that if you didn't really listen, you would only hear them as moans. They did not just mate. They loved.

Her breath caught. Her body trembled. Did he mean he loved her? Was that what he wanted her to hear?

“Kenny?” The fingers stopped their caress.

“Yes, love.” His breath caressed her ear, his heat radiating down her entire back. “What do you hear?”

“I…I hear lovemaking.” Her lip trembled in the dark.

“Yes.” His tongue traced her cheekbone. “My goddess, I—”

“What are you saying, Kenny?”

“I love you. I always have.” His lips pressed to hers. And her knees wobbled. “Let me worship you with my body.”

“Kenny.” Tears ran down her face.

“Hannah.” Strong naked muscles wrapped about her. “I want you to see how I love you.”

A candelabra lit, flickering in the room. In front of her stood a mirror, no more than an arm's reach away. In the reflection Kenny stood behind her, hands wrapped possessively about her stomach. Two forms brought a large stool out of the darkness and placed the bench behind Kenny. He sat, pulling her with him. Lodging his legs between hers, he spread her wide.

She could see her sex in the mirror, the deep crimson lips engorged and shimmering, her nubbin poking out, pebble hard. She bit her lip.

“Yes, you are beautiful. Every part of you.”

Kenny's hand splayed across her stomach and pulled her back tight against his prick. He rubbed his phallus on her bum, his coarse hairs tickling her aroused skin. Male heat and the smell of spice enfolded her body. Trembling with intense lust, she groaned.

“Sweet, sweet Hannah, I'm going to slip my cock in here.” His hand slid to the apex of her thighs and dipped into her slick flesh. Finding her opening, he curved a finger into her.

“Kenny.” Her hands grasped hard thighs, and her head fell back as she slid her tongue along the rough skin beneath his chin. The masculine texture sent shivers cascading down her spine.

His finger probed in and out. “Watch the mirror, love. Watch how I love you.” His hand rubbed the sensitive nub, and her hips arched into his hands.

Forcing herself, she turned her head back to the mirror. Kenny's fingers slipped into her glistening sex and spread her. Good Lord. She could see his motions. Could feel his touches. Hannah's eyes gaped. Never had she seen the female sex, so open, so exposed. Watching her folds part as fingers slid in and out was the most erotic thing. She trembled.

“That's it, love, see how I'm loving you.”

She whimpered, but she wanted more. Needed more.

Abruptly, his fingers slipped from her wanton flesh, leaving her open and empty. She squirmed and rubbed her bum against his erect shaft. Her body needed him, needed his phallus to stretch her slick flesh as he sunk all the way in, warming her from her core to her toes.

Demanding more, she whimpered as his hand continued to rise to his lips. Slowly his tongue slid around each thick finger in a caress she wanted on her body, and sucked her cream from them.

“Umm, so wonderful, love.”

She needed his mouth. Arching against him, she kissed his chin, sucking the rough stubble and spicy scent. Her hand reached between her legs, following the scalding heat of her sex to his sack. She massaged the marbles, and he rewarded her with a groan vibrating through his chest. Her pulse soared and she grinned. Yes. She could please him.

His hand slid down her arm and gently removed her grasp from him, then trailed back up the slick core of her and pushed their fingers deep. Juices flooded out of her, coating their fingers, as he thrust them in and out. She had never been so wet or touched herself so deep.

Pulling her fingers from her cunny, he raised them to his mouth. His tongue swirled each finger, lapping every ounce of cream from them. Oh, that tongue. What she would give to have him licking deep in her womb where she just touched. Her body shook with need.

He shifted his hips and his prick popped in front of her. Gazing down at the plum-shaped head and large shaft, her mouth watered.

“I…I want to suck you, Kenny.”

“Not yet, sweet. It is my turn.” Grasping his sex, he shifted and lifted her, pressing his prick into her slick folds. She breathed in through clenched teeth. “Watch, love.”

The head of his prick parted her folds. Barely entering her body, her flesh stretched. The walls of her cunny burned as his large swollen head disappeared into her glistening sex, spreading her wide.

She panted, her heart hammering in her chest as her muscles eased to his penetration. His fingers spread her folds along the edges, tracing the engorged flesh for a better view.

So good…so good…His hot flesh probed her and her insides quivered. This was what lovemaking was supposed to be. Not the hasty hard mating her husband had done, but slow sensuous caresses. Loving with one's complete being, not just their body parts.

Watching each movement in the mirror, she groaned.

He nudged up. She sank down.

Their breath caught, as bit by bit his hard shaft parted her soft flesh, disappearing into her wetness. A gush of fluid coated the walls of her womb, and her cunny muscles clamped tight about him. Hannah groaned again and again, unable to stop herself, her eyes fixed on their joining.

Warm caresses slid up her elbow to cup her breast from behind. Sliding her nipple between two fingers, Kenny pinched the peak, then rolled. A sharp delicious pain swept her, and her breath rushed in through clenched teeth. “Oh my!”

Moist heat fanned her neck and ear. “Beautiful. Perfect in every way.” His tongue tickled her.

“Ahhaa.” Her knees shook as his legs spread her wider. Gooseflesh pricking her skin, her cunny muscles tightened. Eyes half closed, she watched as the couple in the mirror continued to grope and plunder each other. The same sensations happening to her. She was the woman loved. He was the one providing the caress, the emotion.

The red head of his phallus disappeared into her body, then reappeared shimmering with her cream. With each slip of his prick, they groaned and sighed, muscles straining. Their slow love played like a fine piece of music; it soothed, heightened, and tightened the need coursing through them.

He made love to her. She trembled and tears pricked at her eyes. Emotions and passion washed through her so intense she wanted to sob and scream in ecstasy at the same time.

The strong muscular thighs that bunched and clenched beneath her belonged to a man who declared his love for her. His phallus pulled to the tip of her folds, then thrust back in, and she saw his sack tighten.

“Good God, Hannah.”

Her gaze jumped to his face and her breath caught. He stared at her with such vulnerability, such caring and love. Her cunny muscles spasmed, clamping hard about his shaft. “Oh…oh…oh my!” she screamed. Her whole body convulsed, milking his seed, as gush after gush of hot fluid filled her womb and spasm after spasm racked her.

“Good God, love. Kiss me,” he panted. “I need to taste you.”

Hard and firm, his lips met hers. His tongue thrust in her mouth and twined sensuously with hers. Tears spilled down her face. A smile curving her lips, Hannah sighed.

 

Kenneth woke the next day to hot oiled velvet sliding down the length of his cock. He groaned. Sweat beaded his body and his teeth clenched hard. He neared discharge. How long had Hannah been riding him in his sleep? Her tongue traced her lips. Arms trembling, she slid her entire body along his, caressing every nerve. Damn, those full round breasts rubbed his chest.

Her thighs clamped tight about his sack, an exquisite pressure. God, she was beautiful, her skin rosy with passion. Passion she spent on him. His hands gripped her fleshy hips and guided the rhythm.

Tremors rippled his stomach. “Good God, Hannah!” His cock quivered deep inside her silk.

He was about to spill. He couldn't hold back.

“Yes. Indeed.” A smile touched her lips as she pressed hips to hips, increasing the friction.

Hot velvet slid rapidly over his staff, milking his very essence. With each caress, his prick never leaving her hot hold. His hips thrust up hard, body shuddering as his sack contracted. “Ooh…damn…” Burst after burst, his seed spilled into her womb.