Moans in the Night Page 8

  Her tongue played against Isadora’s, her hands reaching up to clasp the woman’s head to hold it still. She wasn’t taking control, rather, she was taking part, giving just as much as she was getting. Curious, wanting more, she let her right hand glide down Isadora’s golden neck, down her shoulder, then down to cup the outer edge of Isadora’s breast, not touching the nipple, only the outside. Breaking the kiss she opened her eyes again to look into Isadora’s.

  “Touch me, please.” She panted the words, her chest tight in anticipation of the touch. “Please touch me, Is.” Taking Isadora’s hands she mimicked the movements she’d made with her own hand and placed Isadora’s hands on her own breasts. Rather than just leaving her hands there to cup Zyana’s full breasts, however, Isadora moved her fingers to clasp Zyana’s nipples tightly.

  With twin bolts of pleasure rocketing through her body Zyana’s head fell back and she groaned loudly.

  “Don’t stop” she whispered.

  “Lay back my lovely. Let me fuck you.” Such a crude word from Isadora was one of the most sexy things Zyana had ever heard. She wanted more. Smiling, she let herself fall back on the blanket, holding her arms out to Isadora.

  “Fuck me, sweets?” She questioned, as she propped herself up on her elbows. “Only if I get to fuck you back.”

  “Oh, you might get to do more than that, if you’re brave enough. But for now, I want to make you cum. I want to see your pussy dripping for my tongue as I lick you clean. I want you panting, begging for more beneath me as my fingers glide in and out of you”. And then Isadora pounced, her mouth hungry against Zyana’s, demanding entry as her hands moved over the beautiful woman’s full body.

  Zyana was thinner than Isadora but she had wide hips that were lovely to hold onto, Isadora discovered. A tiny waist that filled Isadora’s tiny hands was enticing but she knew Jacob and Samuel’s hands would be able to touch if they ever got the chance to put their hands around it. Isadora’s hands were everywhere at once, memorizing the shape and feel of the soft, silky woman beneath her instantly. Her mouth, hungry to taste the golden skin that promised the taste of light honey, swept from Zyana’s mouth down to her left breast, discovered that the skin tasted faintly of peaches and Isadora knew which bubble bath she’d used and smiled against the breast filling her mouth.

  Teething Zyana’s nipple, tonguing it, brought gasps and a grinding movement from Zyana’s hips against her own. Isadora knew the friction between Zyana’s legs against her own would cause the pleasure there to intensify as she ground against Isadora’s leg. Kneeling over the woman, her hair falling over her shoulder, Isadora decided to use her own hair as a feather against Zyana’s other nipple.

  Zyana felt the silky, feathery touch of Isadora’s hair fanning her nipple and gasped. How could hair feel so erotic? Longing for more, needing more of Isadora’s attention Zyana pulled her arms over her head, inviting Isadora through movement to give her more. Looking into the eyes that were so brown the appeared almost red Zyana crooked an eyebrow in challenge.

  “Oh, it’s like that is it?” Isadora laughed throatily and prepared for all-out war. “I was going to keep you to myself kitten but I think you’re a hungry puss. You need far more than I can give you don’t you?” Isadora felt a twinge of satisfaction as Zyana’s eyes widened and then looked over to the men who had been sitting quietly on the couch. They were resting back against the couch, both in relaxed poses but Isadora knew from their tenseness that they were both very aware of what was going on, what Isadora wanted to do next.

  Leaning into Zyana’s neck, breathing against the frantically beating pulse there, Isadora licked up to the now panting woman’s ear and whispered to her.

  “Go sit between them and let me make you purr.”

  Zyana was lost to anything that might be sensible, sensation ruled and she didn’t want this to end. Looking into Isadora’s eyes once more, and then over at the men, she gulped then got to her knees and crawled over to the couch. Neither man moved but both somehow seemed to have come to attention, waiting to see if Zyana would get on the couch.

  Gazing up at the men from the edge of the couch Zyana took one last look at them and placed her hand against the edge of the chocolate brown velvet couch. She wondered if the men would feel like that, smooth velvet that seemed to suck you in. Rising up she turned and sat on the couch with her bottom barely on the edge, her head down. Then she smiled and looked up at Isadora.

  Tilting her head to the right she grinned at Isadora with more bravery than she perhaps felt. “Well?” she asked. “What now?”

  “Oh, they aren’t allowed to touch you yet, my dear. They can only touch you when and where I say. But touch you they will. Now scoot back and let me between those legs of yours.”

  Zyana sat back, her legs falling open as she did. “Does that mean I can’t touch them either, then?”

  “No, you can touch them, if you like, but I think you’ll be too distracted in a moment to notice if you do.”

  The men were still beside her, Jacob to her left, Samuel to her right. Both were obviously aroused but still. So very still. That stillness was almost a challenge. Or was it respect, Isadora thought. “Maybe it’s respect, either way, that’s going to change. This is my one chance; I’ll take what I get here.” Then she lost her train of thought as Isadora moved between her legs.

  Zyana watched as first Isadora’s hands, and then her body moved up Zyana’s thighs. Deciding to tease Zyana more Isadora moved her hands to Zyana’s hips, bypassing the spot Zyana wanted touched most. Throwing her head back Zyana groaned and whispered an encouragement to Isadora.

  “Please.”

  “Please what, kitten?”

  “Touch me.” Zyana panted and begged Isadora with her eyes.

  “Touch you where? With what?” Isadora purred against her left thigh.

  “Please lick me.” Zyana pleaded.

  “Nope, not good enough. Tell me exactly what you want. Where you want it, how you want it.”

  Zyana wasn’t sure why she was being so shy about saying it but she knew what Isadora wanted. All she had to do was say the words and her torment would be over.

  “Please lick my pussy with your tongue. Lick me until I cum.”

  “Oh, that will be my pleasure.” And with that Isadora spread Zyana’s thighs wide, honing in on Zyana’s clit with one long lick before sucking it between her teeth. Gently at first, she waited until Zyana’s head fell back against the couch before she started sucking harder at the focal point of Zyana’s pleasure. From her own experience she knew something that would make it better. Pulling her dark head away from Zyana’s pussy she looked at the woman’s breasts.

  “I think those need some attention fellas, could you oblige?” then she went back to Zyana’s pussy, licking from the bottom to the top.

  Isadora barely noticed as the men moved to their knees beside her, each one cupping a breast before taking the nipple in their hot mouths. She did notice the jolt that went through Zyana’s body, however. She laughed against Zyana’s clit, and then slid two fingers into her dripping pussy.

  “You like that don’t you kitten? Oh yes, I can feel your pussy clenching against my fingers now. You’re beautiful like this Zyana. Lost in pleasure and loving it. I thought you might.”

  Zyana couldn’t respond, too lost in the touch, the feeling. She wanted to explode into a million pieces but wanted to hold onto the feelings. She wrapped an arm around each man’s head, holding them to her breasts. She tried not to move too much but couldn’t help the squirming all the attention was inflicting on her. She had to move, her hips had to reach for Isadora’s fingers, and her breasts had to reach up to the men’s mouths. Even her toes were clenched as she panted, trying frantically to take a deep breath. Then the men started to move their hands over her, discovering her the same way Isadora had done earlier. Zyana looked down at the scene taking place over her. All she could see were the men’s mouth on her nipples, sucking, biting, and licking them. She could f
eel Isadora below, her fingers moving in and out of her pussy as her hot mouth devoured Zyana’s pussy.

  Isadora increased the speed of both her fingers and her tongue on Zyana’s clit wanting to make the woman come. She’d never done this before, either, but she knew what made her come. She loved the taste of Zyana, the feel of her skin, and wanted to see what it was like when the woman came. Seeing her husbands working so diligently on Zyana’s breasts was also pretty hot. Deciding to take a chance she slid her other hand under Zyana’s ass, letting her middle finger run down the split there until she found what she was looking for. Sliding a finger inside she wasn’t surprised when Zyana let out a startled yelp.

  She was even less surprised when Zyana started to come around her fingers. Trying to hold back another grin and concentrate on getting Zyana off, she couldn’t help but let a satisfied groan out. Continuing to work the writhing woman she went back to concentrating on the pussy beneath her.

  Zyana was riding the waves of pleasure coursing through her body, trying to breathe through all the groaning she was emitting without control. Head bent back, back arched, she was pure sensation and didn’t care what else was going on in the world. Wave after wave went through her, her pussy clenching so hard against Isadora’s fingers she was almost worried she’d broke the digits but then forgot as another orgasm hit her. The men never broke from her, following her body as it moved. Finally the spasms that took over her body, that made her thrash and scream in pleasure, started to ease and the men moved away from her nipples, sensing she was hitting that point where it was going to be too much sensation.

  “Fuck me.” Zyana gasped, trying to catch her breath.

  “I just did” Isadora said as she stood on her knees. Reaching up to Zyana she kissed the woman once more, tongue teasing at Zyana’s lips. “We aren’t done yet, though. You can have a little break, I’ll get you a glass of wine but then we’re back to it, okay?”

  “Mmm, a glass of wine sounds lovely. Thank you, Is.” It was about all she could think to say. Her brain, for the first time in a long time, was completely quiet and happy.

  She could hear Isadora in the kitchen, opening a bottle, and opened her eyes as reality settled back onto her. Looking at Jacob and Samuel, sitting beside her on the couch she wondered how to approach them. She’d never done anything like this before.

  “Come here,” Jacob said and held his hand out. “Cuddle up against me and Samuel will rub your feet.” Zyana moved into the crook of Jacob’s arm and shyly moved her feet to Samuel’s lap. Her feet weren’t large but they weren’t tiny like Isadora’s either. She hoped they didn’t bother Samuel.

  “You have nice strong feet, Zy.” It was almost as if he knew she needed reassurance.

  She smiled over at him and whispered a thank you to him, shyly. She was so brave with Isadora but the men made her shy. For the first time in six months she also felt safe. With these men, with these people, in this house she truly felt safe so she was going to have to get over this shyness, she thought to herself.

  “Have you got any idea how sexy even your name is? Zyana.” Jacob said, drawing the name out as if he was savoring the feel of it on his tongue. “Zyana. It’s so incredibly fucking sexy. May I kiss you?” He looked down at her with a question and a promise in his eye.

  Sucking in a quick breath Zyana smiled up at him, answering the question by raising her face to his to meet his lips. He tasted of Isadora, she thought. It was a nice taste, one that made her hunger to taste the woman herself. Her head tilted back, lost in Jacob’s tongue moving over her own, his smell, and the faint smell of Isadora on his skin Zyana was oblivious to Isadora walking back into the room until the woman sat down beside her.

  “Now, Jacob, let her have her wine first. I think she deserves it after all of that gasping earlier. Here my love, drink this.” She handed the glass to Zyana then reached over to Samuel to take his hand. “You alright, my darling? You’re always so quiet I don’t know what you’re thinking.”

  “I’m fine, love, just watching all of this. I love the watching part, you know that. I’m also patient. We know what patience gets us, don’t we? He smiled and squeezed her hand in reassurance. She moved her attention back to Zyana, stroking the woman’s exposed hip.

  “Are you cold? I’ll find a blanket if you are.” Moving to get up to retrieve a blanket she was pulled back down by Zyana’s hand.

  “I’m fine Isadora. I only had an orgasm hun, I didn’t have a baby or anything. And a very good one too, thank you. Thank you all.”

  “Oh, good. I just wanted to make sure you’re happy Zyana. And like I promised earlier, we aren’t done yet. Let me just hand out the rest of these glasses first.” Isadora went back into the kitchen and brought out three more glasses.

  “Jacob and Samuel both have a white, we have red. Maybe one of them will share some of theirs with you. That is, if you want to try the white.” Isadora looked over to Samuel as she made the statement, her eyes getting her point across to him. Comprehension dawned on his face and he knew what she wanted him to do.

  Taking a sip of the wine, then swallowing Samuel’s eyes glinted as he looked into Zyana’s green eyes. “Would you like a taste?”

  Suspecting something was up but thrilled to find out what exactly she reached for the glass with a look of curious glee.

  “Sure” she said.

  “Oh no, we don’t share wine in this house through a glass, my dear. That is simply not done here. Come, here by me, I’ll show you how we share.”

  Moving to him eagerly Zyana shifted to fit under his arm, her head resting back against his arm. “So show me then.”

  Taking a drink of the wine Samuel did not swallow but moved to Zyana instead. Moving his mouth over hers he rested his hand against her throat, holding her head up to his. He placed his mouth over hers, swallowing just a bit of the wine as he did, then released the rest into her mouth as he sealed his lips to hers. He moved his hand over her neck to encourage her to swallow as his tongue swirled over hers, tasting the wine still left there. Samuel then sucked her tongue, taking the last of the taste from the organ.

  He opened his mouth wider, encouraging her own tongue to enter his mouth. He felt her smaller tongue enter his mouth, running over the ball in his tongue and the roof of his mouth, exploring him. Growling he then pulled her into his lap with one arm as he handed the glass over to Isadora. Pulling her hips tightly to him, he never broke the kiss, as he pumped his hard cock into the crevice between her legs without entering her.

  “I’ve about reached my limit for the night, love. Do you want more wine or do you want to go back to playing?” He asked after finally breaking the kiss. Watching her and Isadora, after an entire day of not coming was getting to him. She was beautiful, she tasted delicious, and at this point he just wanted to bury himself in the hot wetness he felt between her thighs.

  Zyana felt herself growing wetter, somehow, at Samuel’s words, and wanted to feel the hard length of him inside her. Looking over at Isadora for permission Zyana saw the consent in her eyes, and then bent her head down to kiss Samuel. She was startled to feel him lift her at an angle, and then impale her on his hard thick cock. Throwing her head back, Zyana shifted to take him in deeper and heard his growl as he felt himself sliding deeper into her.

  The feel of his skin on hers, the feel of him moving inside of her was not only a pleasure but a comforting feeling. She was still alive, he was still alive, and she was going to enjoy this moment. She ground into his hips harder, demanding more movement, wanting to explode on him.

  Sitting back Samuel let her find her pleasure first, enjoying watching her abandon everything to simply feel good, her long hair flowing out behind her, brushing his thighs every time she moved. Touching her nipples sparked her off into a back arching orgasm and Samuel grinned as she pulsed around his hard cock. Her face was captivating, eyes shut tight, mouth open, and somehow still smiling, completely enjoying what she was experiencing.

  Samuel shifted to
the edge of the couch as she calmed and she wrapped her legs around his back, rocking with him as he pushed up to meet her pliant body. Still not getting enough traction Samuel picked her up then placed her on the blanket on the floor.

  “Oh, fuck yeah, that is so much better.” He started a slow pace, sliding deeper into the velvet glove that was Zyana’s pussy. Each stroke getting harder, driving the urge to come. He wanted her to enjoy it but she felt so good, and he’d had a rather tormenting day of having his orgasms interrupted, then the pleasure of feeling her coming around him. He stopped suddenly, needing to reassure her before he carried on.

  “Look at me, Zyana.” He spoke to her.

  She opened her eyes, having been lost in the feeling of him surrounding her, invading her. “What’s wrong?” she asked, concern in her eyes.

  “Nothing, Zyana, nothing. I’m going to finish, I can’t stop it. But I’ll make it up to you.”

  Understanding what he’d been through today she smiled up at him. “It’s okay, Samuel, you let me have my way with you earlier, let me give you comfort.”

  She took him back into her arms and held him as he drove into her. She loved the sounds he made, grunting and growling as his pleasure built until finally he gasped and drove into her one final time. She held him as he shuddered into her, as his head went back and he growled his release. Knowing what was happening, knowing she’d given him pleasure, somehow gave her pleasure. Oh, not the orgasmy kind of pleasure, but something gentle and unexplainable. Something simply pleasing and sweet.

  “Thank you” Samuel said, then kissed the top of her head, looking into her eyes. “You really are a beautiful woman, do you know that? And quite cuddly too.” He smiled at her then moved to lie to the left beside her. Reaching out his hand he waited for Jacob and Isadora to join him, Isadora taking his hand.