heavy to be on top of Elijah. Her weight would break his ribs or puncture his lungs in a few minutes.
But instead of letting her up, Asher kept her pressed between their two bodies and the men began driving their cocks back inside her again. With her nose pressed against Elijah, Ryia was driven crazy by his heady, earthy man-scent. But soon she couldn’t think at all. The relentless driving power of the men and their cocks, jackhammering in and out of her with metronomic regularity was even more potent than their sweet gentleness and their enticing scents. Elijah’s occasional comment in his deep, sexy voice just added to her sensation of being overwhelmed with erotic carnality.
Asher teased the sides of her breasts and licked and sucked at the skin on the back of her neck. Elijah kissed her face and lips, nibbled on her ears and gripped her hips tightly, preventing her from raising her body up off him. Still, he seemed fine. He wasn’t out of breath, or pushing her away from him. Just the opposite, he held her tightly pressed to him from neck to groin as did Asher.
The world’s biggest orgasm was building steadily inside Ryia’s belly. She was alive and excited in so many different ways. The men were touching and tasting her all over her body and everywhere they touched her, a flame of need flared up, high and powerful. The steady pumping of the men in and out of her cunt and ass was driving her insane. She wanted to come. She wanted them to come. But she never wanted them to stop. She’d never felt so alive, so desired, so powerful before, and she knew she never would again. But she still craved her climax.
She lifted her head and kissed Elijah full on the lips.
“You like that, huh?” he asked, slamming into her harder than ever.
Her eyes snapped shut as the orgasm raced through her body, sending a tsunami of sensations raging through every inch of her. It was all she could do to keep breathing as her entire body shook and heat exploded in her cunt and her ass simultaneously.
Now that was an orgasm!
* * * *
Asher had thought right from the very beginning that Ryia was a deep person, a person of many layers. She’d been so silent, speaking only when spoken to right from the moment they’d met her. Even here, with the three of them alone in the bedroom, she’d only initiated a comment twice, both times to let them know she was ready. She was a fascinating, complicated woman, and he wanted to know all about her.
Elijah had said he thought someone had teased her for being overweight, and he agreed with that. Not just because of her refusing food, but also because of a few of her actions in bed. She’d kept her weight off them unless actually encouraged to lie against them. That told him so much. Why wouldn’t a lover want her delicious, sweet-smelling, silky soft skin pressed to theirs? He couldn’t imagine rejecting her. And yet he was certain someone had.
Well, no more. She was theirs now and hopefully she’d soon agree to remain with them both forever.
But this was still the first day. They had a couple more days yet to get her to agree to be with them. They both needed to use everything they could think of to demonstrate to her how well they’d look after her if only she would let them. Yes, it was fast, but Asher already knew categorically that no woman would ever be better for them than this one. Their Ryia, even with her hang-ups. That just made her more interesting. A present to be opened and explored inch by inch, layer by layer.
He and Elijah rolled the three of them onto their sides and they cuddled for a while before he disposed of the condom and then Elijah did as well. As soon as Elijah returned, Ryia sat up. “Is it okay if I have a shower, please?” she asked.
He saw worry in her gaze and stared at her.
“Why wouldn’t it be okay to take a shower?”
“It’s not my shower,” she whispered.
He really didn’t understand, but she seemed concerned so he simply said,
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