Free Born Again by Rena Marks

mouth. Her
sex creamed, feeling as though it would leak onto the bed beneath her.
    She writhed beneath the incredible sensations of his
talented mouth and thought of the cock that would soon be filling her empty channel.
    He took pity on her and let her come. She exploded into his
mouth and he gave her just a couple of moments to recover.
    “You’re wet enough to take all of me,” he muttered hoarsely
and reached for the condom Raphael passed him. Then he slid himself right in.
    He filled her up.
    He paused, both of them getting used to the sensation of
being so intimately joined. Then he slid his thrust back out, almost all the
way.
    And slammed back in.
    Hard testicles slapped against the sensitive skin between
her vagina and anus as he rode her hard.
    She’d forgotten about Raphael and Francesca. She glanced
around to see if they still watched but they were busy pleasuring each other,
Francesca on top of Rafe, her legs spread wide in a sixty-nine. Sara could see
Rafe’s tongue as it flicked against the woman’s bare, reddened flesh, over and
over rhythmically.
    And then Aric’s strokes brought her to completion again. She
held him close to her as her orgasm hit, stroking his sweaty back, and his lips
sought hers. He tasted of Aric, masculinity and lust. A hot combination that
completed her orgasm and sent her to frantically milking his.
    He thrust the entire time throughout his own orgasm and she
could feel each spurt of his seed through the condom as his cock emptied.
    After several minutes of catching their breath, Aric picked
her up and carried her back to his own bed, leaving an exhausted Francesca and
Rafael breathing heavily in a tangled heap of arms and legs.
    Naked through the hallways they passed, silent, her head curled
into his chest. His heart beat in her ear, his skin warm against her cheek.
    “Wrong room,” she said when they arrived at his. “I’d moved
into the guestroom, remember?”
    “I’m not letting you sleep alone. I can only imagine you
waking and thinking all kinds of recriminating thoughts about what just
happened.”
    “What did just happen?”
    “We enjoyed ourselves with old friends. Who happen to love
you.”
    “I’ve never…”
    “I know. But you were made for this, Sara. You’re highly
sensual, it comes naturally to you to be so erotic. You’re just afraid of the
unknown, but I’ll teach you to enjoy yourself. One day you’ll be more than
ready to join in.”
    He put her in the bed and crawled in beside her, pulling her
into him. His body was warm as it spooned her and the room was so incredibly
dark.
    He was hard and comforting and she loved being wrapped in
his arms, his sex pressed intimately against the smooth curve of her buttocks.
    She was pleasantly drifting, every now and then he’d nuzzle
his stubbled cheek comfortingly against the top of her head.
    But she was alone when she woke. She lay in bed a long time,
her face buried in his pillow as if she could inhale his scent, before getting
up to look around. Aric was nowhere to be found and it was nearly noon.
    Her stomach rumbled and she took a quick shower. He’d placed
her own things in there, but the shower gel that coexisted with hers smelled
like him. She breathed it in deeply, wondering where he was. She wound her way
down hallways, letting her nose lead her to the kitchen overripe with aromas of
food.
    “Good morning, miss. Master Aric instructed me to let you
sleep and to take care of you when you woke.”
    Sara turned to see a butler straight out of an old-time
movie, standing stiff and tall.
    “Are you hungry?” he continued.
    She nodded.
    “Come then. This way.”
    Sara paused, her hand on his arm. “Rafael and Francesca…”
    “They haven’t yet risen,” the butler told her.
    She was slightly relieved as she let him lead her into the
kitchen, although she wondered how late they would sleep. She didn’t know how
she would act when she saw them.
    She had brunch by herself, still wondering