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Alternating between flicking my tongue and sucking, I grin like the Cheshire cat as Ash comments, "I think perhaps she wants more, Hale. Curl your finger into her sweet pussy."
I briefly pull my mouth away from her to coat a finger with spit before slowly easing it into her. Curling it up, I slowly work it in and out of her, working that g-spot within her. Her moans grow more frantic as I lower my mouth back down in tandem with the movement of my finger.
Flattening my tongue, I press it firmly against her clit and swipe my tongue with hard and purposeful flicks. "Fuck!" she cries out as her walls clench around my finger.
"Tweak her nipples," Ash calls out, and I glance up from my position to see Zedd and Luke doing just that.
Her hips buck but Luke firmly holds them down.
"Add another finger."
Obliging, I slip another finger into her slick heat and continue thrusting them in and out. I quicken my pace as I feel her continue to clamp down on my fingers, knowing she's nearing her peak.
"Zedd, tighten your grip. Luke, suck on her nipple again. Leo, dominate her mouth."
Her moans are muffled by his mouth, but they are still loud and telling us all that she's close.
I work her faster as Ash commands, "Cum for us, Lana."
And she does. All over my hand.
I continue my movements, riding out this wave of pleasure for her until her body is left shaking from the post orgasmic bliss.
Pulling back, I press kisses to the insides of both her thighs before moving off the bed completely.
All of us are staring at the precious woman we'd risk our lives for, and simultaneously we realize what's happening.
She's already asleep.
Chapter Twenty
Lana
When I come out of my haze of sleep, I feel several warm bodies pressed against me and extremities strewn over me in various spots. Wiggling in an attempt to get some room to breathe so to speak, I huff and still.
To make it simple: 'they've trapped my ass.’
With the amount of muscle laying on me, I'm not going anywhere.
As I lay here and try to figure out how exactly to escape this without waking them all up, my cheeks heat with the memory of exactly what made me fall asleep so quickly.
An orgasm that crashed through me like a tsunami, leaving my body in shambles.
Each section of warm skin that touches my exposed body sends tingles of remembrance through me, stirring my need once more.
I hadn't expected to feel comfortable and confident in a group setting, yet I found that it was as natural as breathing to be with them all. Not one second of it was awkward. They easily found their roles within the moment, leaving no trace of hesitation from anyone involved.
It was perfect.
It was healing.
These men never cease to amaze me with their compassion and understanding of what I need and what I can handle, delivering the perfect balance.
Beads of sweat roll down between my breasts, and I ache to feel cool air against my skin or to take a cold shower. Deciding to poke the rib cage next to my face, I hear Hale grunt and whisper, "Yes, Little One?"
"I can't move," I whisper back, poking his ribs one more time just for fun, knowing he's ticklish.
He squirms, and his hand snaps to my wrist, holding it captive as he whispers back, "Poking me in the ribs isn't a very polite way to get what you want."
