Free A Desconian Happily Ever After (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Rachel Clark Page B

top. Considering some of the educational videos that she’d watched about claiming ceremonies, her “performance” was less than ordinary.
    “I just…” She frowned, unable to find the words to explain.
    “It’s a big step,” Drew said quietly, his soft caress on her spine reassuring. “If you’re not ready to make a commitment that’s understandable, especially considering your circumstances.”
    “No…no…I mean, yes, I am ready to make a commitment. I just…don’t want to bore people with my version of sex.”
    “Your version?” he asked, sounding both amused and confused at the same time.
    “Yeah, well it’s not exactly earth shattering.”
    Drew laughed loudly, catching her by surprise. “I didn’t realize you found it so boring.”
    “I don’t,” she said quickly, shaking her head as his unexpected interpretation of her words left her flustered. “It’s…I mean…I don’t…” She blew out an exasperated breath, made an effort to form in her mind the words she wanted to say, and then tried again. “I do enjoy it. I just don’t think others would find it very inspiring to watch.”
    “Apparently you aren’t seeing what Kallum and I see.” He lowered his hand to caress over her breasts, the nipples instantly straining against her clothing as arousal wound through her. “Watching you climb to your peak is very satisfying.” He lowered one hand to her crotch, rubbing the soft material of her pants against her aching clit. “And when you shatter I feel like the luckiest man in the universe.”
    “But it’s nothing like what you and Kallum do together.”
    He kissed her forehead and continued to caress her. “Kallum and I have been married for eleven years. We know each other’s likes and dislikes. The same will happen with you over time.”
    She hadn’t considered that their relationship would grow and deepen the longer they were together, but it definitely made her feel better about the claiming ceremony. She knew that there were many different styles and variations to the claiming, but she didn’t want to be the bride known for her awkward, fear-induced sexual restrictions on her men.
    “Can we try something new? I mean, I love you for worrying that I might freak out, but I want to experience more of the things we’ve watched on the videos.”
    “You haven’t been able to watch some of them through to the end. What makes you think you’re ready to experience something you can’t even watch?”
    She shrugged, not sure how she could explain herself.
    “Perhaps,” Drew said, pushing his hand into the front of her pants so that he could slide his fingers against the slippery lips of her pussy, “it would be easier to watch them after you’ve experienced the reality for yourself.”
    “Yes,” she said, nodding as relief wriggled through her. How was it that this man could interpret her own thoughts before she could?
    “So what did you have in mind?” he asked, stroking her pussy with one hand as he plucked at her hard nipple with the other. “In the shower? Up against the wall? Doggy style?” He thrust two fingers into her pussy, a third finger pressing against her anus as he whispered his final question. “Anal sex?”
    “Y–Yes,” she said, wanting everything he offered.
    “Perfect.” He lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her more passionately than ever before. His fingers wriggled inside her pussy, the one at her anus pressing harder against the tight muscle. “Come for me.”
    “What?” she asked breathlessly, surprised by his order. She’d grown used to the gradual buildup to orgasm while impaled on their cocks. Coming in the middle of the kitchen with her pants pushed halfway down her thighs seemed kind of strange.
    “You wanted kinky,” Drew said with a soft laugh. “If you come for me right now I’ll bend you over the table and take you doggy-style. Isn’t that something you wanted?”
    “Yes,” she whispered breathlessly as she finally