Free Dominic by Elizabeth Amber

Planning to copulate with her. Her husband condoned this. And she would al ow it. For tonight. For her child.
    Once her struggles ebbed, it became impossible to ignore the potent stimulation her two lovers were providing.
    Under Carlo’s attention, her feminine flesh had plumped and swol en with the heated rush of lustful blood. Her splayed thighs trembled now, and
    her hips swayed languidly back and forth, aiding his tongue in its stroke. Her channel had become a slick void, ready to welcome him inside, if only he
    could oblige.
    From the corner of her eye, she saw a masculine hand reach out. Dominic’s. Transfixed, she watched him scoop a dol op of cream from the jar on
    the table.
    The muscles of his left arm shifted along her back. She jerked when blunt fingers came between her rear cheeks, daubing her pruney ring with
    cool cream. Gently he began oiling it.
    For a while, his heavy cock set the pace of their ménage, rocking at her hip in time to the languorous stroke it required. Her slit and Carlo’s mouth
    could only haplessly dance to his tune, which determined how often and how deeply the lips of a wife and a husband would marry.
    She tried to disassociate her mind from what was happening. To shut out the slick smacking sounds of fingers and tongues and mouths as the two
    men attended to her.
    Dominic’s right hand covered her breast, surprising her into overlaying his with her own.
    Her free hand fel to the top of Carlo’s head, and for a moment, her palms connected her to both men. Absently she smoothed a lock of her
    husband’s fine hair and watched it flop back into place. She no longer loved him, and it was impossible for her to ful y understand his physical loss, but
    she felt regret for the grief it caused him.
    The fingers at her breast drew outward to pluck and twist at her sensitive nipple, sending a prurient thril over her. Dominic’s touch on her there
    almost seemed to hum, alive with some strange, stimulating force. Sparks arrowed directly from this distended peak to throb at the nubbed stem of flesh
    Carlo now worshipped. An erotic pulse, stronger than any she’d ever felt before, reverberated outward from it along her slit.
    It squeezed. Once. Hard.
    No! Surely, she wasn’t going to embarrass herself in that way. Surely she wouldn’t attain fulfil ment standing here in the middle of the room, where
    her features would be revealed to anyone who cared to look when it happened.
    Embarrassed, she pushed Carlo away. And immediately she wished him back. Wished for a finish to the wildfire passion he and Dominic had lit
    in her. She stroked his hair again, trying to induce him closer without the use of words.
    But her husband only pressed his cheek to the sloping underside of her rounded midriff, kissing her there with masculine lips stil rouged by her
    own feminine juices.
    Dominic’s mischievous palm at her breast began to rove. Like a dark cloud, it stroked stealthily down the landscape of her body, along her
    breastbone, between ribs, and over her gently rounded bel y. There, his strong fingers spread wide, shaping the mound of her child as though he was
    staking a claim.
    Carlo’s head yanked back, startled. Off balance, he tottered back on his heels and gaped at the possessive hand that had forced his lips away.
    Emma saw how it crushed him to see another man usurp his rights to her, his wife. How, then, was he going to bear watching his friend mate with
    her throughout the long hours that stretched ahead?
    Her husband’s eyes rose to hers, and he saw the pity there. He looked beyond her to search Dominic’s face, and whatever he read there distorted
    his features with agony.
    Without warning, Dominic’s creamy finger prodded the prudish, tight ring of muscle along her rear cleft. It invaded, going deep.
    A cry that was a confusion of shock and raw need wel ed from the depths of her soul. Hurt tinged the pain in Carlo’s face, an emotion that quickly
    flamed into jealous anger.
    “What