“Ready for a nap.” She rolled away from both of them face down on the bed, still trying to catch her breath. But they weren’t about to leave her alone. Hands stroked her back, over her ass, the back of her thighs, where she was excruciatingly sensitive. Skin tingled, body shivered. She tucked a fist against her mouth, eyes squeezed shut.
Their touch eased her, comforted her, then aroused her again. She felt the aching renewed between her legs, rolled her hips against the bed. “That’s it,” Nate whispered, and it must have been his hands that slipped between her thighs again, parted her legs. He tested her wetness, fingers sliding slickly through her pussy. “God, Krissa.”
She was ready. She ached for it, needed to be filled, and when hands rolled her over to her back, she let them. The two men knelt beside her, one on either side. Their swollen cocks jutted out over her tummy. She loved them both.
She reached for them, one in each hand, gave a gentle tug and brought forth moans from both men. She wanted to tasteand feel them in her mouth, to suck on them and bring them that pleasure. But she needed a hard cock inside her, now. Maybe later they could play some more…
Derek withdrew, perhaps sensing the time had come when Nate and Krissa had to do this alone. He kissed Krissa’s mouth before settling back on the pillows to watch, fist on his hard penis.
Krissa gazed up at Nate. He met her eyes and they shared a long look. Words of love came to her lips, but she held them back.
She couldn’t love Nate. She loved her husband.
This wasn’t supposed to be about love.
Chapter 19
Except…it wasallabout love.
Krissa knew herself well enough to understand that sex could never be just about sex for her. Earlier, it had felt wrong. There’d been no kissing, no pretty words, no murmurs of pleasure. It had been cold and mechanical. Even more mechanical than it had been with Derek lately. And she couldn’t do it. Now…she couldn’tnotdo it, they’d excited her to such a fevered peak, the need inside her a spike of hot hunger.
She wanted to touch Nate, wanted to give him pleasure too, so she reached for him, curling her fingers around his cock. God, he was big, thick and long with a beautifully shaped head. He pulsed in her hand, soft over hard. He groaned at her touch.
Her mouth watered with the desire to suck on him. She would. But right now…she parted her legs wider, tugged him closer. He put his hand over hers to guide himself into her. He paused with the crown just touching her as if suddenly mindful of what they were about to do.
Krissa’d completely lost the fact that they were trying to make a baby and when it seeped into her consciousness, Nate poised above her, emotion swept over her. Hope bubbled inside her. Desire swamped her. And fear clamped down on her—not fear of doing it, but fear that it wouldn’t work when she’d put such high hopes on this. Everything commingled inside her, desire winning out, and she knew she wanted this more than anything. Did she want a baby? Or did she want Nate? She closed her eyes briefly, then opened them, unwilling to answerthat question. “Do it.”
He gave a short nod, pushed inside her. The sensation was exquisite, and Krissa’s eyes fell closed, her neck arched. He filled her up, filled the empty, needy ache, touched something deep inside her. He lifted her legs, bent her knees and pushed them back, deepening his stroke, the pleasure an acute point of heat inside her.
She opened her eyes and blinked up at him, gratified by both the hunger and ecstasy on his face. She wanted to please him, too, wanted this to be good for him, for how good he’d made it for her after their rough start. She lifted her hips, took him deeper, squeezed around him and he let out another long moan.
He released her legs, and lowered his body over hers, kissing her tender nipples, kissing her chest between her breasts, and then her mouth, deep, reaching, open-mouthed kisses. He inhaled her breath, licked her mouth, nipped at her bottom lip. “Want this to be good for you, baby.”
She kissed him back, wanted to absorb him, take in every bit of him. “It is good.” She wrapped her arms around his broad back, strong and hard, then curled her legs around him, too, let him drive into her.
“Want you to come again.” He slid a hand between their bodies and found her clit, still sensitive from her first orgasm. He stroked over it.
“Yes. Yes…ah.” Sensations combined, whipped through her like wildfire, his fingers outside her, his cock thrusting deep inside her. Pleasure twisted around and around inside her tighter, higher, until colors burst behind her eyelids and she arched hard against him. She cried out, dug her fingers into his shoulders, her heels into his back, holding him there as she felt him come, too, in hard, weighty pulses inside her.
“Fuck.” His muttered word in her ear made her tighten even more around him, and he pulsed on and on.
She stroked her hand down his back, slick with perspiration. His breath warmed her neck in hard exhalations.
Nate’s heavy heat crushed her into the bed, but shefloated—drifted on a blissful high. That had been spectacular. She hugged him tighter, pressed a kiss to his shoulder.
He rolled to the side away from Derek onto his back and covered his face with one forearm. His chest still rose and fell rapidly. Krissa turned her head on the pillow to look at him, watch him. As consciousness seeped back into her, she turned her head the other way to look at Derek.
He lay there, still stroking his hard cock, eyes hot, mouth open. She reached a hand out and clasped his. His fingers tightened on hers. Their eyes met. “I want you to suck me.”
She nodded, squeezed his hand, rolled to her knees beside him. She took him in her hands, stroked him up, over the head, moisture there slicking the way, down, up. Her hair trailed over his thighs as she bent lower.
Derek reached a hand out, gathered her hair back, and she realized he’d done it so both he and Nate could watch her take him in her mouth. Her womb contracted, heat spreading from it through her body, and she licked then sucked Derek’s cock. Wetter. She needed it wetter. She lifted her mouth, let saliva drip onto his cock, swirled it around with her tongue. Both men drew in sharp breaths.
She took him deeper, as deep as she could, swallowing him, letting him nudge the back of her throat, sucked hard on every up stroke, circled her tongue around him.
Derek’s hands tightened in her hair. God, she loved that tingle in her scalp, that pleasure-pain. She bobbed her head up and down on his shaft, faster, bringing a groan from him. She slid her hand down between his hot thighs, cupped his balls, drawn up tight against his body. He moaned again, and she looked up over his body at his face, eyes closed, head back, mouth open in an ecstatic pose.
Her eyes swiveled as far as they could to glance at Nate, who watched with a heated gaze. Their eyes met briefly, and then she felt his hands on her, stroking her back, her waist her hips, her ass.
