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toward
him, unable to concentrate enough to even continue to sit upright.
    “Come here, honey.” Marc pulled her away from Rob until she
leaned against Marc’s chest. Her nipple popped out of Rob’s mouth. She
whimpered at the cold draft caressing her wet tip.
    “Just want to get you comfortable so the only thing you have
to concentrate on is us.” Marc slipped from behind her and pushed her back onto
the pillows while he reclined next to her on the bed.
    “And the naughty things we’re going to do to you,” Rob
finished with a wicked grin.
    Sara took a deep breath as they ran their hands over her
body—up her arms and over to trail teasingly across her breasts before moving
down to rub her navel. She groaned at the exquisite torture.
    “I don’t think she’s enjoying this anymore.” Rob chuckled.
    “Come on, guys, get to the good stuff already!” Sara
couldn’t stand the agony of the suspense. What was going to happen? Who was
going to do what? And where?
    “Some things need to be savored.” Marc leaned forward, took
her left nipple into his mouth and suckled lightly.
    Rob bent to take her right nipple back into his mouth. He
nibbled, his teeth scraping and nipping before his tongue came out to soothe
the ache.
    Which created an answering pang between her thighs. The
juxtaposition of Marc’s gentleness and Rob’s roughness drove her insane. She
looked down to watch both men’s heads rubbing up against her. The sensory
overload made her eyes roll back. She couldn’t stand to watch and feel their
caresses at the same time. She’d gladly go blind if only she could continue to
feel their touch.
    Sara groaned as Marc nibbled at her nipple then laved it
with his tongue as if he could take the ache away.
    Rob meanwhile had taken a southerly path, licking his way
down her torso. His tongue dove into her bellybutton.
    Sara shrieked and wiggled to get away.
    “Ticklish spot,” Marc mumbled between nips.
    “Uh-huh,” Rob agreed as he continued his way south. His
hands came to rest on her hips, hooking his thumbs under the elastic at her
sides.
    Suddenly, Sara felt unsure. She should probably have worn
sexier underwear. What woman goes out to lose her virginity in polka-dot bikini
bottoms? She should have worn some sexy thong number to drive them wild. At
least they weren’t granny panties.
    Marc softly whispered, “Hey?”
    “We must be doing something wrong if you have that look on
your face,” Rob said.
    “I-I just… I don’t know. I want to be…”
    “Darling, you are. You’re sexy and hot. Marc and I are two
damn lucky SOBs to be here with you.”
    “Are we going too fast again, honey?” Marc asked.
    Sara took a calming breath. “No.”
    She wanted this. Them. That little doubting voice in her
head needed to shut up.
    “All-righty then.” Marc returned to his licking and teasing
of her breast while Rob rubbed his hand over her polka-dot panties.
    A familiar warmth spread through her face.
    “Just relax, babe.” Rob stretched up and covered her lips
with his.
    The wonderful feeling of his masterful kiss and the way his
tongue swept inside her mouth soon had every thought gone from her head. She
felt like one big, throbbing nerve ending as her entire body became a pulse
point, pounding in rhythm with her heart.
    She moaned as Marc left her breast to blow gently on the wet
tip. His hand came up to pluck and torment her other pulsating nipple, his
calloused fingers rough against her skin.
    Rob’s hands had never left her hips as his mouth continued
to devour hers. Slowly, one of his hands moved over to cover the front of her
panties. He gently teased and caressed the seam of her labia, rubbing gently
while his fingers traveled up and down.
    Sara knew his fingers were getting wet from the dampness now
leaking through her panties. But she wasn’t embarrassed, she reveled in the
feeling and the power of having two men in her bed, all their attention focused
on her alone.
    Wait, was she being a