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the lips of her pussy. His tongue tip darted in and out, teasing, tantalizing.
Lorelei squirmed, then pushed her hips toward his mouth. "Oh wow, Adam . . . ."
His mouth and tongue nibbled, sucked, laved. As Lorelei's responses became
more animated, he sucked her hard and then pulled his mouth away. As she
whimpered in frustration, he penetrated her with a finger, slowly, until it was buried in
her hot pussy.
Lorelei moaned, lifted and rolled her hips in response to the penetration. Adam
pulled out, then pierced her quickly with his fingers.
He left her for a moment, returned, and used his arms to spread her thighs even
wider than before. Adam put his mouth to her clit again, sucking and swirling the
tender bud with his tongue. He brought his fingers to her again this time covered in
lubricating gel. Lorelei didn't have time to react to the chill before he worked his fingers
into her, deeper, harder. Pushing into her, he twisted his fingers on the in-stroke, then
pulled straight out. He was rewarded by loud moans. Then Lorelei grasped the back of
his neck as she thrust her pelvis into his face, her pussy already charged up from his
attentions in the shower.
Placing his free hand against the curls covering her mound, Adam pressed his
fingers deeper. Adding more lubricant, he slowly worked three fingers into her then
he dragged the tips of his fingers along the channel. Lorelei moaned louder and
grabbed his hair.
"Jeez, Adam, baby, you're making me crazy!"
He carefully lubricated the conduit of her pussy his fingers pushed deeper,
opened her wider. Lorelei became quite still. Without warning she reacted to a slight
movement from his entrapped fingers, her sex exploding like a volcano as she came in
crashing waves, crying out his name.
With the walls of her pussy still squeezing his fingers, he slowly removed one
finger at a time and continued to finger-fuck her with the remaining digits. Each move
caused a new cascade of twitching and pulsing and throbbing, as another orgasm
steamrollered over the one before it.
By the time Adam's fingers ceased their mojo, Lorelei's breathing came ragged,
shallow, and fast, and she nearly sobbed with the effort. He covered her hot slippery
sex with the palm of his hand, and massaged her.
Her hand covered his and pushed down she whimpered, and came again.
"Adam, baby, please, no more," she pleaded. "I beg you, let me die in peace."
Adam returned with a warm washcloth, and gently wiped away any trace of
lubricant. He dried her carefully, then turned her over on her stomach the position he
knew she liked for sleeping. Grabbing up the coverlet from the foot of the bed, he
pulled it up to her shoulders.
Lorelei sighed hugely, kicked her feet free, and was asleep in seconds.
* * * * *
Adam tucked himself into his jeans as Lucian knocked at the half-opened
bedroom door and leaned against the door casing. "Yo, hoss, have you seen our
Musketeer? She's not in her room. I swear, I'm gonna put a bell around that gal's neck.
MacBride called. Said he's been dragging his feet at the office and making excuses to
piss off Stanford. Since everyone here has been up since the butt-crack of dawn, I figure
a decent meal would be a good idea. We need to settle on a course of action to deal with
our boy Benjie and decide how much to tell MacBride. He knew something was up
yesterday. We have some 'splainin' to do, Lucy."
Adam swung the bedroom door open the rest of the way.
Lorelei sprawled on her stomach in the middle of Adam's bed, naked except for a
light blanket barely covering her bottom. Her flyaway blonde hair haloed her head and
shoulders. She was dead asleep.
Silent, Lucian's gaze fixed on the scene.
Adam finished fastening his jeans, grabbed a shirt and walked around Lucian.
As he headed for the stairs, he called back. "Food in twenty minutes."
"Yeah. Okay. Sure. Whatever."
Lucian caught sight of Lorelei's swimsuit on the bathroom floor. Being who he
was, he picked it up, hung it neatly on the towel rack next to the shower and walked
back to Adam's bed. He lightly touched her tousled hair as he settled himself, and
watched her sleep.
I wanted them to become close. When does close become too close, and too close become a
problem?
When he shifted his position on the mattress, Lorelei stirred. "Hey, sleepyhead,"
he said. "Hungry? Maybe chicken? Maybe pineapple orange juice?"
"Mmm, fried chicken. Biscuits. Pineapple orange I love pineapple orange. Yeah,
that works," Lorelei mumbled, only half awake. Suddenly, she became totally still. She
raised herself on an elbow and looked around the room, wrapping the blanket around
her as she rose. "Adam?"
Lucian shook his head.
Her voice was small, soft. "I see. Well, I need a few minutes to get dressed. See
you downstairs?"
He kissed her gently, brushed her cheek with his fingertips, and smiled. "Sure,
baby doll. Downstairs. Don't be long or the food will be gone."
As Lucian headed toward the stairs, he pulled his emotions into some semblance
of control.
This will work, I know it will. It's my choice; this is what I want, more than anything
I've ever wanted in my life. I can do this. I can love them both.
* * * * *
"With our house-cleaning service currently on hold, we need to catch up on
chores and dirty clothes." Lucian presented Lorelei with pad and pen. "Job assignments
for everyone." We'll all be better off with something solid to do.
It didn't take long to go through the lodge; Lucian helped Lorelei catch up on
laundry. For their late lunch, Adam set freshly fried chicken on the table, accompanied
by bowls of homemade chunky apple and cranberry sauce, topped with orange zest,
and biscuits.
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the lips of her pussy. His tongue tip darted in and out, teasing, tantalizing.
Lorelei squirmed, then pushed her hips toward his mouth. "Oh wow, Adam . . . ."
His mouth and tongue nibbled, sucked, laved. As Lorelei's responses became
more animated, he sucked her hard and then pulled his mouth away. As she
whimpered in frustration, he penetrated her with a finger, slowly, until it was buried in
her hot pussy.
Lorelei moaned, lifted and rolled her hips in response to the penetration. Adam
pulled out, then pierced her quickly with his fingers.
He left her for a moment, returned, and used his arms to spread her thighs even
wider than before. Adam put his mouth to her clit again, sucking and swirling the
tender bud with his tongue. He brought his fingers to her again this time covered in
lubricating gel. Lorelei didn't have time to react to the chill before he worked his fingers
into her, deeper, harder. Pushing into her, he twisted his fingers on the in-stroke, then
pulled straight out. He was rewarded by loud moans. Then Lorelei grasped the back of
his neck as she thrust her pelvis into his face, her pussy already charged up from his
attentions in the shower.
Placing his free hand against the curls covering her mound, Adam pressed his
fingers deeper. Adding more lubricant, he slowly worked three fingers into her then
he dragged the tips of his fingers along the channel. Lorelei moaned louder and
grabbed his hair.
"Jeez, Adam, baby, you're making me crazy!"
He carefully lubricated the conduit of her pussy his fingers pushed deeper,
opened her wider. Lorelei became quite still. Without warning she reacted to a slight
movement from his entrapped fingers, her sex exploding like a volcano as she came in
crashing waves, crying out his name.
With the walls of her pussy still squeezing his fingers, he slowly removed one
finger at a time and continued to finger-fuck her with the remaining digits. Each move
caused a new cascade of twitching and pulsing and throbbing, as another orgasm
steamrollered over the one before it.
By the time Adam's fingers ceased their mojo, Lorelei's breathing came ragged,
shallow, and fast, and she nearly sobbed with the effort. He covered her hot slippery
sex with the palm of his hand, and massaged her.
Her hand covered his and pushed down she whimpered, and came again.
"Adam, baby, please, no more," she pleaded. "I beg you, let me die in peace."
Adam returned with a warm washcloth, and gently wiped away any trace of
lubricant. He dried her carefully, then turned her over on her stomach the position he
knew she liked for sleeping. Grabbing up the coverlet from the foot of the bed, he
pulled it up to her shoulders.
Lorelei sighed hugely, kicked her feet free, and was asleep in seconds.
* * * * *
Adam tucked himself into his jeans as Lucian knocked at the half-opened
bedroom door and leaned against the door casing. "Yo, hoss, have you seen our
Musketeer? She's not in her room. I swear, I'm gonna put a bell around that gal's neck.
MacBride called. Said he's been dragging his feet at the office and making excuses to
piss off Stanford. Since everyone here has been up since the butt-crack of dawn, I figure
a decent meal would be a good idea. We need to settle on a course of action to deal with
our boy Benjie and decide how much to tell MacBride. He knew something was up
yesterday. We have some 'splainin' to do, Lucy."
Adam swung the bedroom door open the rest of the way.
Lorelei sprawled on her stomach in the middle of Adam's bed, naked except for a
light blanket barely covering her bottom. Her flyaway blonde hair haloed her head and
shoulders. She was dead asleep.
Silent, Lucian's gaze fixed on the scene.
Adam finished fastening his jeans, grabbed a shirt and walked around Lucian.
As he headed for the stairs, he called back. "Food in twenty minutes."
"Yeah. Okay. Sure. Whatever."
Lucian caught sight of Lorelei's swimsuit on the bathroom floor. Being who he
was, he picked it up, hung it neatly on the towel rack next to the shower and walked
back to Adam's bed. He lightly touched her tousled hair as he settled himself, and
watched her sleep.
I wanted them to become close. When does close become too close, and too close become a
problem?
When he shifted his position on the mattress, Lorelei stirred. "Hey, sleepyhead,"
he said. "Hungry? Maybe chicken? Maybe pineapple orange juice?"
"Mmm, fried chicken. Biscuits. Pineapple orange I love pineapple orange. Yeah,
that works," Lorelei mumbled, only half awake. Suddenly, she became totally still. She
raised herself on an elbow and looked around the room, wrapping the blanket around
her as she rose. "Adam?"
Lucian shook his head.
Her voice was small, soft. "I see. Well, I need a few minutes to get dressed. See
you downstairs?"
He kissed her gently, brushed her cheek with his fingertips, and smiled. "Sure,
baby doll. Downstairs. Don't be long or the food will be gone."
As Lucian headed toward the stairs, he pulled his emotions into some semblance
of control.
This will work, I know it will. It's my choice; this is what I want, more than anything
I've ever wanted in my life. I can do this. I can love them both.
* * * * *
"With our house-cleaning service currently on hold, we need to catch up on
chores and dirty clothes." Lucian presented Lorelei with pad and pen. "Job assignments
for everyone." We'll all be better off with something solid to do.
It didn't take long to go through the lodge; Lucian helped Lorelei catch up on
laundry. For their late lunch, Adam set freshly fried chicken on the table, accompanied
by bowls of homemade chunky apple and cranberry sauce, topped with orange zest,
and biscuits.
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