“May I?”
“Please, Simmy.”
Instead of covering my body with his as Zane had done, he rolled onto his back, his strong hands gripping my hips to position me above him. Understanding dawned, and I straddled him, lowering myself slowly onto his length.
I moaned as he stretched me in a different way than Zane had. Casimir was longer, which allowed him to reach places inside me that sent sparks dancing behind my eyelids.
“That’s it, my love,” he encouraged gruffly, his hands guiding my hips as I began to move. “Take what you need.”
I moved hesitantly at first, unsure of myself since I’d never done this with him, but grew bolder as pleasure built once more. His hands on my hips helped me find a rhythm that worked for both of us, lifting me and bringing me back down with increasing urgency.
Koa knelt beside us, his fingers slipping between our bodies to circle my sensitized jewel and quickly pushing me toward another peak. I moved faster, chasing the sensation, my thighs trembling with exertion and excitement.
“Come,” Casimir commanded, and something in his tone broke whatever restraint I’d been clinging to, and I cried out as my inner walls spasmed around him.
He thrust up one final time, burying himself to the hilt. Wet warmth flooded through me as his body shook, his deep groan rattling the headboard.
I fell onto his chest, breathing hard, deliciously spent. Before I could fully recover, I felt Koa’s firm hands on my hips, gently rubbing my backside, spreading my cheeks. Casimir was still inside me, mybreasts still squashed against his chest, and I wondered what Koa planned to do.
Seconds later, Casimir’s softening length dropped out of me with a wet pop, and I whimpered at the loss until Koa lifted my hips and slid in, his thicker girth filling me full to bursting. He rocked forward, his thighs bumping my backside, and I groaned at the feel of him, so different from either Zane and Casimir, but no less incredible.
“Is this okay, baby?” His chest against my back, he leaned forward to whisper in my ear. “I can stop if you’re too sensitive.”
“I want you, Koko,” I gasped into Casimir’s throat. “Don’t stop.”
He needed no further encouragement. His thrusts were deliberate and deep. One arm wrapped around my waist as, beneath us, Casimir grunted and cupped my breasts in his broad palms, his thumbs massaging my nipples.
“So beautiful,” Koa crooned between kisses down my spine. “So damn beautiful.”
I trembled as his hips jolted more urgently, his breathing ragged against my ear.
“Come, beloved,” he urged, his fingers slipping inside my folds. “One more time, sweet girl.”
My body obeyed in an instant, fracturing into a thousand pieces at his words. Moments later, he groaned and pulsed inside me, and I dropped my head to Casimir’s chest as little hums of satisfaction rippled from my throat.
“Damnation!” Casimir hissed as Koa dropped on top of me, panting and mumbled words I couldn’t hear.
“Are we too heavy, Simmy?” I asked as I kissed along his right collarbone, then paused to suck the hollow at the base of his throat.
“You, little wife, have aroused me all over again with your bouncing and moaning on top of me as Ko pleasured you.”
“Thenhaveme all over again,” I invited as Koa pulled out with a chuckle and dropped next to us on the bed, crowding Zane over and earning a curse from my redheaded husband.
“You’ll be sore,” Casimir tried to warn me, but I covered his lips with my fingertips.
“Onlyat youif you waste this chance to… What did Zoodle mean, anyway? What’s bareback b—”
“This,” Casimir snapped as he rolled us over, spread my thighs, and impaled me again. “Nothing between us.”
His strokes were deep and hard, and I couldn’t contain my moans. Zane was suddenly there again, his mouth sealing over mine as he pinned my wrists to the bed, holding me fast as Casimir pounded into me. I whimpered when Zane let me up for air and nibbled along my jawline.
“Tight. Wet. Hot,” Casimir grunted, driving in deeper as his fingers latched onto my quaking thighs. “Good girl. Good girl.”
Releasing my wrists, Zane stood on his knees, his brown eyes burning with want as he stroked himself, his hips bucking forward and his hand moving faster up and down his shaft when he saw my gaze on him. At the same time, Casimir’s rhythm grew erratic, his hands shoving my legs higher and further apart as his thighs crowded under my backside.
“Now, Seri,” he growled. “Comenow.”
“I can’t,” I whined.
