Seven Nights of Sin - Lacey Alexander [75]
Her gaze slid to Jenelle’s, but their eyes didn’t meet. Jenelle already studied her naked breasts, the tip of her tongue slipping out to touch her upper lip. Brenna’s heart beat madly, passionately.
Only after a long, tantalizing moment did Jenelle’s eyes finally lift to her face. “Can I kiss them?”
Brenna felt lost in a sea of confusing lust. She didn’t know how far to take this or what she wanted or how she would feel afterward.
Helpless, she looked to Damon—but he didn’t appear confused at all. He met her gaze darkly, and he moved his lips to say one word: yes.
Damon wanted this. Wanted to see her with another girl.
And what Damon wanted, she wanted.
Because she loved to please him, loved to excite him, and right now—this night, this minute—nothing else mattered.
“Yes,” she said and listened to the low groan of satisfaction from Damon as Jenelle bent toward her.
Jenelle’s tongue raked gently across one turgid nipple, light and airy—and hot.
Brenna gasped with pleasure—the lick had felt just like when Damon did it, only softer somehow, and it was strangely thrilling to know it had come from another woman.
Then Jenelle did as she’d promised, bestowing a simple, gentle kiss to the peak of the same breast—before closing her mouth over it to tenderly suckle. The pull of her feminine lips shot straight to Brenna’s cunt, and when she shifted her gaze from Jenelle to Damon and their eyes met, his pinning her in place with more fire than she’d ever witnessed there before—God, it felt like entering a forbidden heaven.
Moving to the other nipple, Jenelle closed both soft hands around the outer curves of Brenna’s breasts, warmly massaging—and still Brenna looked to Damon, even as she sighed, even as she moaned, her eyes dropping shut at the sheer pleasure Jenelle delivered.
Damon reached to hold Jenelle’s hair back, clearly wanting to see her lick and suckle Brenna. And Brenna wanted…everything. She wanted every sensation, every touch—she wanted to feel all a person could feel. She wanted Damon, she wanted Jenelle. She wanted to quit thinking and lose herself in pleasure.
And that’s exactly what she did.
Damon leaned in to kiss her other breast, so that both were being suckled simultaneously. Oh God, she’d never experienced such a barrage of pure physical joy as when she arched her breasts upward, deeper into their mouths, attempting to pull the hot sensations inward.
Damon’s ministrations were harder, more masculine, the stubble on his chin gently chafing her tender flesh, while Jenelle’s lips worked soft and sweet, her every move more feminine. Brenna heard her breath growing more ragged as the physical delights assailed her, radiating down through her torso into her panties.
When Damon finally released her breast from his mouth, his lush lips shone wet, his eyes falling half shut in passion. He raised, kissing her lips, and…mmm, yes—as well tended as her breasts currently were, she needed to feel more, in other places.
Next Jenelle rose, too—bending to kiss Brenna’s welcoming mouth while Damon watched. Just like on her breast, Jenelle’s kiss was inexorably softer as she slanted her lips across Brenna’s lips first one way, then another.
Which is when Damon moved back in to initiate a scintillating three-way that Brenna felt all the way to her toes. Their tongues all met, licking delicately at one another, until Brenna felt hands pushing their way up beneath her dress’s hem. Damon’s or Jenelle’s? It was thrilling not to know for sure, but she concluded they belonged to her man since she soon realized they felt larger, slightly rougher.
Both her companions pulled back then, rising onto their knees, and Jenelle bent to push Brenna’s