One Thanksgiving in Lusty, Texas by Cara Covington (short novels in english TXT) 📗

closed her eyes and moaned as she returned his push with one of her own. The scent of her nectar on his face stirred her curiosity and whetted her appetite, and she opened her eyes, met his gaze, and licked her lips.

He surrounded her, one arm under her shoulders, the other under her ass. He laid his mouth on hers, and she drank down the flavor of them combined. He moved in her, setting a rhythm that left no doubt in her mind he’d truly been on the edge and was letting his need take him over. Knowing she’d caused that lack of control felt amazing.

Again and again, he thrust into her, drumming deep, sending a little sizzle of heat through her as his cock hit something inside her that gave her a small pinch.

Pamela’s tongue danced with Adam’s as her body responded to his, as her hips raced his, reaching for that thrill, that completion—that state of wonderful bliss she’d so recently tasted.

Adam angled his hips, causing him to brush against something within her that felt electric. Her arousal detonated, sending her over the edge. The ecstasy exploded over her as if she hadn’t just come minutes before. Adam pulled his mouth from hers. He stiffened and groaned as the condom inside her become larger, and warmer. The tremors of his ejaculation pulsed through her. Her orgasm increased, and as it kept sending spasms through her body, she clutched Adam tight and just held on. Pamela reveled in the drenching pleasure of her climax.

The scent of sex, the rasp of heavy breathing, and the wonderful weight of her lover resting on her and in her caressed every feminine sense, physical and emotional, that Pamela possessed.

“My God.” Adam lifted his head. The look in his eyes astounded her. Tears glistened, and the kiss he laid on her lips felt reverent. “That was the most erotic, the most moving…I truly don’t have words, baby. Thank you.” He took his weight off her and then eased himself out of her and off the bed.

Beside her, James moved in close and gently stroked her cheek. She tore her attention from where Adam had just disappeared into the bathroom and met James’s gaze.

“Are you sore?” he asked.

Pamela felt her cheeks get warm. “Not sore, exactly. I feel stretched. Actually, it’s a very nice sensation.”

“She was very tight, James,” Adam said from the bathroom.

In that moment, despite all that had just occurred in this bed, Pamela felt embarrassed and maybe even a little pissed.

Beside her, James chuckled. “We did warn you we aren’t smooth talkers.” He leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. “Please be patient with us. Adam wasn’t complaining. He was marveling—and warning me to be careful of you.”

She had known they weren’t smooth talkers. Pamela let go of her pique, focusing on a more pressing emotion. “I’m the soul of patience,” she said. “But I want you.”

“I was thinking to maybe let you rest. There’ll be lots of time tomorrow for us to make love, sweetheart.”

It was only understanding that James’s words were an expression of his need to care for her, and not a sense of wanting to avoid intimacy, that gave Pamela the nerve to act.

She really wanted James, and it had to be now. Now while the sensation of Adam’s cock was still fresh in her muscles and her memory.

And so she moved and rolled and came down on top of James. She straddled him, and then she took advantage of him shamelessly. She rubbed her cunt over his hot and hard cock. She felt him pulse, and knew he was, as they’d said earlier, really triggered.

Adam emerged from the bathroom and wasted no time. He crawled up the bed until he’d reached the pillows to lay beside them. Pamela spared him a glance. “To respond to your comment about protection, I’m on the pill. I’ve been on it for about eight months, a move my doctor assured me would even out my periods, which it has.”

Then she bent over and placed a sweet kiss on James. “As for my resting? I can’t explain it, but I feel as if…well, as if I haven’t done things right if I don’t have you inside my body tonight, too, James.”

A look passed between the brothers. Then James reached up and caressed the side of her face. “We both understand that, sweetheart. I’m glad you’re on top. You control our dance, this time, Pamela. Just don’t let me hurt you, sweetheart. That would devastate me.”

They say they’re not smooth talkers, but they express themselves just fine when they’re not thinking about it.

Pamela laid one hand on James’s chest and lifted herself just enough to reach down and grasp his cock. She’d never made love in this position, but instincts, she learned there and then, were amazing things.

She brushed the opening of her pussy with his cock and then slid down, taking him deep. That sense of being stretched shuddered through her. There was a subtle difference between having a sheathed cock and a naked one inside her. She closed her eyes and threw back her head to better absorb the beauty of this moment.

“You look like a goddess,” James whispered. He reached up and cupped her breasts, and Pamela shivered as that touch, as the heat of his palms and the sneaky way he caught her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers shot her arousal almost impossibly high.

She didn’t know much, but she thought that two stupendous orgasms in one fairly short period might be rare. She opened her eyes and looked down at James. His enraptured gaze met hers as he helped her ride him.

“You feel so good inside me. You both do. I don’t know…I can’t…” Speech became impossible as those electric, sizzling sensations began to swirl and snap within her once more. They expanded, touching every nerve ending, every inch of her. Her flesh pebbled even as her heart pounded, and she labored for breath.

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