the damp silk proved difficult to budge.
“Baby, you screamed, and then you passed out. My mouth is a dangerous weapon. Admit it.”
Isaac brushed her hands aside and, with a few efficient movements, had her skirt back in place, her sandals on the correct feet, and Carolyn on his lap. She pushed his wandering hands away with a huff, clambered off his knee, and slid out the open door straight into Grange’s arms.
“Cara, you smell so good.” Grange groaned into her hair. “And you did seem to faint just at the last,” he whispered in her ear as he swiped his tongue along the sensitive rim.
She pulled away, but he easily reeled her back in and held her against his side as he escorted her onto the porch of the white stucco ranch house. She barely had a moment to notice the new double swing in the far corner before she was through the front door and in.
Isaac was right behind them, of course, whistling a maddeningly happy tune, a musical gloat about his devilish talent.
“Isaac,” she warned, stopping in the hallway to throw a glare back in his direction as she took off her pinching sandals.
“What?”
That deceptively innocent smile had no business being seen on such a depraved pair of lips—lips that still carried the moist evidence of having so recently been used to torture and please her most feminine flesh.
Carolyn flushed and threw her arms up in defeat. “Fine, yes, I admit it. You are a dangerous man. Your mouth should come with a government-issued warning label. You should be a controlled substance in all the states of the union. You are without a doubt the most—”
He grabbed her and stopped her angry tirade midstream with a laughing kiss that quickly turned tender.
“Baby, please,” he said softly and nipped at her lips. “I just want to know that I pleased you. I need to know that I can make you fly like you make me fly.”
His words were whispered against her mouth, and this rare insight into the man stole her anger and made her sigh. He snuggled her against his chest and treated her to another luscious kiss, while Grange crowded in to press his muscled abdomen to her back. The thick bulge pushing at her lower spine was an indication of his advanced state of arousal.
The incredible sensation of being held between their two hard, hot bodies woke her sated libido, and Carolyn whimpered and wriggled in voluptuous need.
She reached down and palmed Isaac’s stiff cock through his tuxedo trousers. He jerked and grunted into her mouth while thrusting, tempting her to add more pressure to her next downward stroke.
Grange’s hands slid down her spine and around to her breasts, and suddenly, her dress was around her feet in a silken puddle. She was left standing naked in the arms of two men, and the dark beginning of her favorite dream had her shivering under their roving hands.
Following the usual course of her nighttime fantasy, she pulled down the zipper and freed Isaac’s hot penis. The skin was velvety soft over the steely hardness, and her vagina clenched in a wave of pleasure at the thought of taking him inside.
He pushed his tongue into her mouth, moaning as she squeezed him and called forth a drop of pre-cum from his swollen tip.
Circling her thumb around and around the crest of his erection, Carolyn spread the little drop of wetness, while Isaac kissed her and Grange cupped and fondled her aching breasts from behind. The pleasure was so acute that the three of them moaned in concert, each wanting more but reluctant to give up the intense sensations they were already creating. They rocked together, bodies rubbing and pressing, hands exploring until their clothes were all on the floor and it was just the maddening seduction of skin on skin.
Grange somehow maneuvered them all into the large living room without breaking the physical connections between them, and when Isaac went to his knees on the soft carpet, Carolyn was pulled down with him because she couldn’t bear to let go of