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between her knees. Now, shedding her boxers earlier in the evening had turned out to be a marvelous idea. She just hoped his position inspired him as it was inspiring her right then.
    Daniel's lips left her for a moment as he slipped free of her hold. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched as he placed her wineglass on a side table and then he returned. He wrapped his arms around her from behind, hands skimming the exposed skin of her arms and then resting on her stomach, just below her breasts. Slow, they moved slow, with deliberate shifts and touches, so sweet that they didn't want to frighten her. She could sense their hesitancy and she loved them for their care.
    Patrick skimmed her thighs with his hands, his attention focused on her lap as he touched her. She reached out with her tail, brushing the tops of his hands as he stroked her. The higher he eased along her thighs, the wider she shifted them. Subtle wasn't in her vocabulary. Ever.
    The bottom of her shirt covered where she wanted him most, but that didn't seem like a deterrent to him. He flipped the fabric up and both men groaned.
    "What?” Suddenly self-conscious, she tried to bring her knees together. Patrick wasn't having it.
    "You are gorgeous, Gina."
    "Fucking beautiful,” Daniel echoed.
    Patrick's fingers stroked her lower lips, the tiniest, barest of touches. “She's bare."
    She started to say “No shit, Sherlock,” but realized that Patrick wasn't talking to her, he was talking to Daniel. Then, he touched her again with a firmer hand and all thoughts of sarcastic retorts flew form her mind. Now, all of her attention was focused on the man between her thighs as he petted her pussy. He stroked her slit, slipping from top to bottom and with each successive pass, she grew hotter, wetter. Those fingers that normally handed her work and signed her paycheck were now teasing and caressing her. Her cunt clenched and clit throbbed with his gentle, tender branding on her sensitive flesh. Up and down he stroked, stoking the burning, scorching rush in her blood.
    Daniel's arms shifted and dragged along the fabric of her shirt until he slipped his hands beneath the hem. Then, warm hands rubbed along her abdomen, shifting higher until he cupped her breasts, fingers plucking her hardened nipples.
    "Yes,” she hissed, arching into Daniel's touch and rocking her hips in a silent beg to Patrick. Both men chuckled. The bastards.
    Soon, soft, tender lips seared her skin. Daniel nipped and licked the side of her neck, nuzzling her just below her ear while he continued to stroke and play with her breasts. He kneaded them, pinching the nipples lightly and occasionally adding a twist to the tormented nubs. The pinches, pulls and strokes shot straight to her overly-teased pussy, causing the ache and needy warmth to grow in intensity.
    Patrick's caresses grew in strength. His fingertips separated her labia, sliding easily through her cream. He circled the opening of her pussy, teasing her by sliding a finger into her throbbing cunt and then withdrawing just as quickly. She rocked her hips, aching for deeper penetration and all she got was a deep, male chuckle in return.
    Finally, she gave up. Gina let her head loll against the back of the couch and opened her body fully to the two men since they seemed to be content with keeping her on edge. She figured she'd ride that edge, the aching sweetness of being kept on the brink.
    Patrick circled her clit with his thumb and she forced herself not to move, to allow him to give her the pleasure she craved instead of chasing it as she usually did. Tremors started at her toes, forcing them to curl and grab onto the carpet. They shivered and shook up her legs to pause at the juncture of her thighs, the concentration of her pleasure.
    Daniel murmured in her ear, his words, as much as his hands, driving her arousal higher. “He wants to taste your sweet pussy, wants to lap at that cream like the cat he is. Open your legs for him. Let him