times.
Logan
realized that with Susannah it was different. She was soft in all the right
places, but there was a core of steel within her that made her in some subtle
way their equal, rather than their playmate.
Her
hands were sliding around Tyler's waist beneath his shirt and she was moving a
little, tiny sounds emanating from her throat as she gently rubbed herself
against him. Logan continued his adventures in disrobing her by untying the
ribbon holding her skirt up.
It
tumbled to the ground, revealing a stiff white petticoat, which he quickly
dispatched to the floor as well.
He
couldn't hide a smile. His medieval maiden was wearing a completely modern
thong beneath her historical outfit. Not to mention sneakers.
It
was a charmingly whimsical surprise and he took a moment to caress her smooth
buttocks in appreciation. He added a warm hum of pleasure against her skin as
he kissed her shoulder again.
Tyler
was moving his mouth over her face and her head fell back into Logan. Her eyes
were closed and he could feel her tumbling into the moment.
It
was unbelievably easy to rid himself of his clothes; even his boots slipped off
as if sharing his urgent need to be naked.
Tyler
took his time, preferring to play before he took his own clothes off. They'd
discovered, to their surprise, that having one man naked and the other clothed heightened
the arousal of many women during foreplay.
It
was just fine with them.
Standing
close against her, Logan urged her back against his now-naked body. His cock
nestled its way against her buttocks, ending up tucked between them. And he let
his arms encircle her as his hands moved upward to find those wonderful breasts
he ached to cup.
The
choreography both men had perfected allowed such moves without impediment. As
soon as Susannah leaned back, Tyler broke the kiss and slowly lowered to his
knees in front of her, stripping off his shirt as he did so.
Finding
her breasts full and heavy, Logan held them comfortably, weighing them, lifting
them a little and finally letting thumbs and forefingers seek out the sharply
pebbled nipples.
Her
arms fell to her sides and moved backward, fingers seeking his flesh, grasping
his hips as she made contact.
He
gave her nipples a tiny tug and she sighed out a shivering whimper. "Oh
God."
"You
like that, don't you?" Logan whispered the words in her ear, her skin hot
as his breath caught in the tiny space between them. "You like to have
your nipples touched. Or maybe..." He pinched them, gently but firmly.
"Yes.
Oh yes." She arched slightly, forcing her breasts more deeply into his
hands.
Once
again, Logan pinched, stretching them more strongly as he did so. And he knew
that at that precise moment, Tyler's tongue had found its target.
Even
if he hadn't known, Susannah's scream of pleasure was a dead giveaway.
Chapter Four
Susannah
decided that her brain had gone on vacation, leaving the entire functioning of
her corporeal existence to her hormones and her nerve endings.
The
first touch of Tyler's mouth to hers and she was, to use a colloquialism, a
goner. He was masterful, sweet and gentle in a demanding sort of way. None of
which made sense, but there it was.
He
didn't seem to need to thrust his tongue past her lips, but was content to
cherish them first, learning them, moving her a little, experimenting with the
most enchanting of silken caresses.
His
mouth was firm and masculine, but tempered with a patience that both surprised
her and appealed to her. All of which was truly delightful--until Logan began
undoing her corset and adding his own seductive touches to her back.
All
of a sudden her body lit up like the proverbial Christmas tree. The twin
assaults on her mouth and naked back were devastating and arousing and, for a
woman who was already teetering on the edge of acute sexual need, they were
nothing short of a major shove off the cliff.
Her
flesh responded to every tiny breath, alive to Logan's light nibbles every bit
as much