Lost and Found

She had taken the trouble to prepare for the evening, waxing and shaving. Nate stroked her smooth legs, drew in a breath as he studied the neat triangle of dark hair above her slit. He stroked a finger down the crease where thigh met hip, satiny bare.

Derek wrapped his arms around her, across her tummy and she turned her head against his shoulder to look up at him. He kissed her, slow and warm. “Damn, you’re hot, baby,” he whispered against her mouth.

They were doing it. All three of them. It felt right. It felt special and loving.

Nate pressed a kiss to the puff of curls between her legs, and she felt him inhale. God, that was sexy. Her thighs parted involuntarily, just a bit, enough for him to slip a hand between. He stayed like that, kissing around her groin, her thighs, his hand clasped between them.

Derek played with her nipples again, tweaking them with his fingers, pulling at them until they felt hot and glowing. She looked down at herself, breasts full and swollen, nipples cherry red. She groaned.

Then Nate pushed her thighs further apart, and he scooted down on the bed. Languorously, she spread her legs for him. He murmured appreciatively, kept kissing and licking her thighs, moving closer and closer to her centre.

“You smell delicious, Krissa.” Her clit pulsed and her vagina ached.

“Lick her,” Derek rasped near her ear.

“Mmm.” Nate parted her with his thumbs and her hips lifted off the bed.

“Oh, God,” she muttered. She leaned her head back on Derek’s shoulder, let him cup her breasts while Nate licked his way through her folds. His tongue pointed and dug into her opening, a teasing taste of what she needed, only she needed more, more…more. He kissed her folds, little suckling kisses, gentle and delicious.

“Sweet, Krissa. You taste sweet, like honey and peaches.”

She arched with pleasure. God, this man knew how to give oral sex! She felt disloyal to Derek thinking it, but Derek’s technique was aggressive, with fast, hard tongue movements. Nate was slow and luxurious, tender kisses and gentle sucking. He pulled her swollen flesh into his mouth, gently released it, then moved to the other side and did the same. Sensation burned and twisted inside her. Then he moved his mouth up and suckled his way up to her throbbing clit. When he finally took it into his mouth, tugging and nibbling it at, his teeth holding it while he licked over it, she exploded against his mouth.

She cried out, body arching, spasming, Derek holding her down. She dug her heels into the mattress, pressed up into Nate’s mouth, felt herself flood with wetness, hot pleasure sliding from his mouth, radiating out to her fingertips and toes, sweeping up into her hairline.

“Jesus,” Nate muttered against her pussy, still giving her little licks and sucks, drawing out every last quiver of delight until she lay limp between them.

“Oh my God, oh my God,” she mumbled, unable to move even enough to raise her eyelids. Her chest heaved, heart raced.

They both gently stroked her body, Nate’s attention on her hips and legs, Derek’s hands sliding up and down her arms and shoulders.

“Now you’re ready,” Nate said, satisfaction evident in his voice.

“Ready for a nap,” she muttered. 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 taste and 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 about love.

Chapter Nineteen

Except…it was all about 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’t not do 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, curled 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 of his penis 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 wi

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,” he whispered.

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.