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Tarl kept circling her clit, extending the pleasure. “So fucking hot when you come,” he said, excitement lacing his voice.
“You’ve drenched my cock,” Grady said, his voice hoarse. “Oh, fuck, that’s incredible … I’m … I’m coming.”
He was pulsing inside her, filling her with his seed.
She gasped his name and pushed back onto his cock, wanting everything he could give her.
“Oh, yeah, oh, yeah…” Grady moaned and slapped up against her hard as he pulled her back onto him. “That’s fucking it.” He let out a strange, strangled cry that almost sounded like a howl.
“Jesus,” Tarl said, slowing his efforts on her clit. “You’re incredible together.”
Sienna was warm, perspiration laced her skin, and her left side was hot from the fire.
“You did it.” Grady ran his hands from her hips to her ass and set each palm over her cheeks. “You were brilliant.”
“That was…” She was gasping for breath. Bright lights still flashed in her vision. “Incredible.”
“It didn’t frighten you?” Tarl asked. “That he was stuck inside of you?”
“No, it was the only thing I wanted at that moment, for him to be there, until he came. And my G-spot, fuck, that felt good.”
“That’s why I wanted you on all fours,” Grady said. “For this first time at least. So you could feel it all.”
“And there will be so many more times,” Tarl said, kissing over her ear. “The winters are long, we have to entertain ourselves somehow.”
“I like … the sound … of that.” And oh, she really did.
“Give me a minute to deflate,” Grady said. “I can’t pull straight out, but it won’t be long.”
He must have been losing his erection to some extent because trickles of cum, or perhaps her own release, were making their way down her thighs. What was this new squirting thing? It certainly added to the intensity of her orgasms, she’d never come so hard and long as with Tarl and Grady. Luckily,they seemed to love it so that countered any embarrassment.
“Okay, just relax,” Grady said, beginning to pull out. “I think it should be okay now but if it hurts, I’ll stop.”
Very slowly he withdrew, it didn’t hurt but Sienna could feel every inch of him as he left her body. He’d been so deep, his cock so thick, that when he did pull away from her, she missed the sensation of fullness.
She flopped onto her stomach, too exhausted and sated to move. Suddenly there was a towel being wiped over her thighs, poking in between them.
“I’ll sort this,” Tarl said. “Then you can just sleep.”
“Here?”
“For a while?” Grady pulled her into an embrace, her face settling into the crook of his neck.
She breathed deep, enjoying his scent and the roughness of his stubbled flesh.
“And then, when you’ve got your strength back, perhaps we’ll move to the bed, go again, reckon it’s my turn to fuck you,” Tarl said, settling on her other side and tangling his legs with hers.
Sienna yawned and reached behind herself to touch Tarl. “I could be persuaded to go along with that plan.”
“Good.” He kissed her nape. “But sleep now, you just took something not many people could.”
Chapter Ten
One Month Later
Sienna woke to the sound of silence and a milky light streaming in from a crack in the curtains.
It had been snowing all night. A quiet blanket now lay over Kochi. It had been expected and she was excited to see the camp as a winter wonderland.
