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darkening as she licked her lips.
    Lisa shivered as Grayson licked the remaining cream and sauce from her belly and she felt his mouth move lower, kissing her thighs.
    ‘I think I’ll give our host the pleasure of finishing you off,’ Mark said with a smile in his voice as he glanced at Grayson.
    ‘Thank you,’ Grayson murmured. Then he buried his head between her legs, while Mark moved to stand at the other end of the table behind Lisa’s head.
    She gasped as she felt Grayson’s tongue licking along the soft folds of her flesh, her body jerking and bucking off the table. She was grateful for the pillow Isabel had given her, her head thrashing involuntarily against the wood as Grayson nibbled and sucked the aching flesh between her legs, gently flicking over her clit. Then Mark leaned over her and kissed her with passionate ferocity, while his hands caressed her breasts. She was pinned down by his mouth and hands, so there was no escape from the almost unbearable pleasure.
    She groaned deep in her throat, an almost animalistic sound of need as she felt the heat build inside her while the two men stroked, licked and caressed until she thought she might pass out from the sensory overload. She whimpered against Mark’s lips as Grayson thrust two fingers inside her, while he nibbled and sucked on her clit.
    ‘Ssh,’ Grayson breathed against her skin, putting a hand on her stomach and holding her down when her body would have bowed off the table, so she was held in place and there was no respite from the fire building inside her as he pleasured her relentlessly. It only intensified the explosive burst of ecstasy as she came, wrapping her arms around Mark’s neck and screaming helplessly into his mouth as huge, shuddering waves of sensation racked her body, more intense than she’d ever have thought possible. She felt she might break apart from the force of it, but still neither of them let up, mercilessly stimulating her already fevered body until she felt herself once more pulsating against Grayson’s tongue as another orgasm took hold.
    As her legs started to shake, Mark lifted his head and unwound her arms from around his neck. Stretching them out to the sides, he pinned them to the table so she was helpless, completely at his and Grayson’s mercy. His eyes glittered with excitement as he watched her come.
    ‘Good girl,’ he whispered in her ear as he bent to kiss her again. She squirmed and writhed uselessly against their restraining hands and mouths as her whole body shook, seeking any release it could find from the blissful torment. Finally Grayson’s fingers stilled, his kisses becoming lighter, gentler, soothing her sensitive flesh. Her body started to relax, sinking down into the wood of the table as little aftershocks of pleasure rippled through her. Mark lifted his head a fraction.
    ‘More?’ he murmured.
    ‘No,’ she said in a panicked whisper. ‘Please. I can’t–‘
    He gave a throaty chuckle. ‘Relax, baby.’ He stroked her sides soothingly. ‘I’m only teasing.’
    She sagged in relief. She didn’t think she could take any more.
    Grayson lifted his head from her, wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt. ‘You were amazing,’ he said, his voice throaty. ‘So beautiful.’ He pressed a soft kiss to her stomach. Then he straightened up, and gave her a smile, his eyes dazzling with something akin to awe.
    ‘You did great,’ Mark said as he released her hands.
    She was relieved that he seemed to be pleased with her, but now that the fog of desire was starting to lift, self-consciousness began to creep back in and she felt horribly aware that she was spread out on the table completely naked while Grayson and Mark were fully dressed.
    She felt boneless as she struggled to sit up, her weak limbs uncooperative.
    ‘Here, let me help you,’ Grayson said, taking her hand and pulling her up to a sitting position. Lisa let her shoes fall to the floor as her legs dangled over the edge of