Page 60 of Ruthless Possession
They take me to the edge over and over, first Trenton on his back with me riding him while Matthew takes me from behind, then me on my hands and knees with one filling my mouth while the other fills me. Each position drives me higher, the pleasure building until I'm beyond thought, beyond fear, beyond anything except sensation.
"I can't," I gasp when the fifth orgasm tears through me, my body trembling between them. "Please, I can't anymore."
"You can," Trenton assures me, his mouth finding my breast. "One more."
Matthew's hand finds my clit, his fingers working in perfect counterpoint to Trenton's thrusts. The pressure builds again, faster this time, until I'm screaming their names as the orgasm shatters me completely.
When I come back to myself, I'm cradled between them, their bodies creating a cocoon of safety around me. The baby monitor sits on the nightstand, its soft light pulsing in time with Charlie's steady breathing.
"We should check on her," I murmur, my body still humming with aftershocks.
Matthew presses a kiss to my temple. "I already did while you were in the bathroom. She's sleeping peacefully."
Trenton's arm tightens around my waist. "She's safe. You're safe. For tonight, that's enough."
I close my eyes, letting their warmth and the memory of their touch wash away the fear that's been building since we found Charlie.
I wake to a delicious sensation between my thighs. I'm still floating in that hazy space between sleep and wakefulness when I realize Matthew's mouth is on me, his tongue working in slow strokes that send waves of pleasure radiating through my body.
"Good morning," he murmurs against my sensitive skin, the vibration making me gasp.
I open my eyes to find him looking up at me from between my legs, his silver eyes intense with desire. The sheets are pooled around my feet, exposing me completely to his hungry gaze.
"Where's Trenton?" I manage to ask, my voice still thick with sleep.
"Downstairs with Charlie," Matthew says, his breath hot against my inner thigh. "Giving us some time."
As if to emphasize his point, he slips a finger inside me while his tongue returns to my center. I arch off the bed, a moan escaping my lips as pleasure builds quickly. Last night was explosive, raw with need and desperation. This is different, tender like he's savoring every moment.
"I love watching you come apart like this," Matthew says, his voice low and rough. "Knowing I'm the one making you feel this good."
My fingers tangle in his hair, guiding him exactly where I need him. The house is quiet, except for the occasional sound of Trenton's voice drifting up the stairs. He must be reading to Charlie, giving her breakfast, giving us this time.
"That's it," Matthew encourages as my hips begin to rock against his mouth. "Let go for me."
The orgasm builds slowly this time, a delicious pressure that grows with each stroke of his tongue. When it finally breaks, I bite my lip to keep from crying out, not wanting to scare Charlie.
Matthew moves up my body, his erection pressing against my thigh. "Again?" he asks, his voice hopeful.
Before I can answer, we hear Trenton's footsteps on the stairs. "Everything okay up here?" he calls, his voice carrying clearly through our bedroom door.
"Perfect," I call back, my voice steadier than I feel. "We'll be down soon."
Trenton's low laugh tells me he knows exactly what we've been doing. "Charlie wants to know if you'll make pancakes again. She's convinced yours are magic."
"Magic pancakes coming up," I promise, already reaching for my robe.
Matthew captures my mouth in a deep kiss before I can stand. "Tonight?" he asks, his eyes promising more.
"Tonight," I agree, brushing my fingers through his hair.
Downstairs, I find Charlie sitting at the kitchen table with a coloring book, her small tongue poking out in concentration. Trenton stands at the stove, already pulling ingredients from the cabinet. The scene is so domestic, so normal, that it makes my heart ache.
"Good morning," I say, moving to kiss the top of Charlie's head. "What are you drawing?"
"A castle for Princess Sparklehoof," she explains, pointing to a pink blob that vaguely resembles the unicorn. "She needs a home."
"She certainly does," I agree, joining Trenton at the stove. I steal a quick kiss from him, tasting coffee. "You're amazing with her."
