Free Tapestries 03 - Woven Dreams by N. J. Walters

was almost too much.
    They continued to advance. Genny dug her heels into the ground and arched her hips higher, wanting them deep. “You’re so tight,” Garrik gritted out from between clenched teeth.
    “I’m sorry,” she cried as they continued to push into her resisting body.
    Garrik emitted a strangled laugh just a Jarmon’s hand stilled inside her. “Oh damn,” Garrik muttered.
    “You are a virgin?” Jarmon lifted his head to stare down at her.
    She ducked her head and nodded. Anger overlaid the disbelief in Jarmon’s voice.
    She didn’t see what difference it made. They had their fingers deep inside her, she was burning with need and they wanted to talk!
    “Genny?” Garrik’s voice was softer than Jarmon’s, coaxing her to reply.
    “I’m a virgin. What does it matter?” The last words came out in a gasp. It was hard to think. Their thick fingers were still inside her, stretching her sheath. It felt so good, but she needed something more.
    “It matters,” Jarmon muttered. “You should have told us.” He buried his face in the curve of her shoulder and took a deep breath. “We could have hurt you.”
    “Well, you didn’t hurt me, but I’m in pain now.” Garrik chuckled and Jarmon groaned. She didn’t care what they thought so long as they didn’t stop.
    “You are sure?” Garrik nuzzled his nose against her neck.
    In answer, she grabbed a hank of hair and tugged him down to her breast.
    “I’ll take that as a yes.” Both Garrik and Jarmon returned their attention to her breasts, covering them and suckling hard. They slowly pulled their fingers back to her opening until only the tips remained inside. She pumped her hips hard and they thrust inward. They still didn’t push as deep as she wanted and she knew they were conscious of the barrier of her virginity.
    One of them stroked the top of her sex with his thumb, brushing against her swollen clitoris. Every part of her body tightened at once. She hovered for the briefest of seconds, poised on the edge of completion. One more light brush on her clit and she exploded. Her hips jerked and her body spasmed as liquid gushed from between her legs. She lost all track of time as her orgasm consumed her.
    When she became aware of her surroundings again, both men were staring down at her. She offered them a sleepy, sated smile and then gasped as they slowly withdrew their fingers from her still-pulsing core. They raised their fingers to their mouths and sucked her essence from them. She swallowed hard as her sex clenched. She became 41
    aware that the solid ridges of their arousal were still poking into her hips. Neither of them had come.
    She lowered her hands to stroke them, knowing she owed it to them after the pleasure they’d given her. Both her wrists were caught. Strong fingers wrapped around them, tugging them upward. “I don’t understand.” Their actions totally confused her.
    Garrik offered her a slightly pained smile. “Tonight is all about you, Genny. Your pleasure is a gift.” Leaning down, he placed a gentle kiss on her lips. “Although if you still want to do something about it any time over the next few days, I certainly would not object.” His easy humor sank into her bones, relaxing her.
    She could taste her own essence from when he’d licked it off his finger. It was incredibly arousing and gave her several ideas. There was so much she wanted to try, so much she wanted to do.
    She yawned so hugely her jaw made a slight cracking sound. The stress of running, of always looking over her shoulder coupled with the mind-blowing orgasm she’d just had turned her limbs to mush. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt so totally relaxed.
    Garrik gathered her into his arms and she rested her head in the crook of his shoulder. She could feel Jarmon settling himself behind her and she snuggled her behind against his erection. He wrapped his arm around her waist and angled it upward, cupping her breast in his palm.