Free Breath of Memory by Ophelia Bell Page A

sighed as he positioned the tip of his hard cock between her thighs. He slid deep inside with one slow thrust.
    Her tight, hot sheath felt amazing, but it wasn’t quite enough for his current appetite. He beckoned to Jill. Now that he had her back, he couldn’t bring himself to stop touching her. “I need you, too.”
    Racha braced her hands against his shoulders and began riding him, her breath coming in soft pants against his ear. She turned her head and reached for Jill, too. “ We need you,” she corrected. As the women’s lips slid together, Corey pressed Racha harder against the wall so that her ass rested on the tiled ledge. He braced one hand flat for leverage to fuck her deeper. He reached for Jill, cupped her breast with his free hand, slid wet fingertips down her stomach to the thatch of dark blond curls between her thighs. She leaned closer, moaning against Racha’s mouth when his fingertips slid between her hot, slick folds, slippery from her arousal more than from the water.
    The women parted, gasping harsh breaths in tandem. Jill leaned back against the wet wall next to Racha. She tilted her head back and closed her eyes in pleasure when he sank two fingers into her and rubbed her throbbing clit with his thumb.
    “Fuck, you both feel so good,” Corey said.
    The pitch of Racha’s moans changed, the clench of her muscles around his cock urging him to the point of no return. Her hips undulated, forcing him deeper with each thrust until he was sure he’d drown in her. He kept his eyes on Jill’s face, then skimmed a glance down to where her hands cupped her own breasts and she steadily swirled fingertips over her nipples.
    “Come for me,” he urged. “That’s right. Oh, fuck yeah.”
    His cock spasmed, the tightening of Racha’s pussy and her cries of pleasure pulling his orgasm from him. His fingers faltered between Jill’s thighs when the blinding rush of ecstasy washed through him. She arched her back and clung to him suddenly. Her hips jerked against his hand and she gripped his wrist, riding her own orgasm and soaking his fingers with her slick juices. The glow of the magic shimmered on their skin, the pale green light seeming to emanate from both women’s pores.
    Jill’s mouth crashed against his, her tongue plunging into his mouth in a hungry search. Abruptly she stopped and sought out Racha, who responded in kind.
    “Maybe you two just made a brother for my baby,” she said breathlessly. “Maybe all you need is a little extra power when you try.”
    Corey met Racha’s gaze and nodded. “We can hope. Either way, I’m happy to keep trying with that extra help.”
    The women slipped away from him then, leaving the steamy shower to dry off. He leaned against the shower wall, letting the water beat on the back of his neck and sighing deeply. He turned to look out the door in time to see them hugging tightly, no animosity at all between them—only acceptance.
    For the first time in a long time, he felt like he was on his way to unmitigated joy. “No thanks to yourself,” he whispered.

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