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Isn't that what we all seek?
Understanding.
Consideration.
Appreciation.
Callum and Liam seem to have it all in spades.
"Ask me questions," I say, quietly. "I'm not good at this."
He kisses me so gently then, as though I was a delicate flower he wanted to see open and show its beauty to the world.
"Do you like it when I pinch you?" I nod, and he grins. "Harder?" Another nod and a dirty smile. "Do you want me to lick you again?" This time my nod is accompanied by wide eyes and a tomato shade blush, which he runs his fingers over. "Sweet Bethany. I love the way you taste. I want to see your pretty pussy and feel it on my tongue." He licks the soft underside of my top lip as if to demonstrate, and I taste the sweetness of the cocktail on him.
"What else?" I whisper.
"You tell me, baby! You like it long and slow or hard and fast?" When he smiles, it's lazy, and the dimple on his left cheek suddenly appears, giving him a devilish schoolboy look.
"Both!" I say, with a bit too much enthusiasm.
"What the lady wants, the lady will get." He rises up on his forearms, arms bulging as they take all his weight, and then pushes backward, so he's kneeling between my legs. Liam's finger caresses my clit, slipping down between my legs to gather more of my arousal. He seems transfixed by it, his head cocked to the side, eyes fully focused on the slow back and forth action. My thighs tremble at the sensation, and I have to slide my feet up the bed to stop my hips from rising up. "You have such soft skin and amazing legs. I've been looking at them all day. Your ankles and these strong calves. Those killer shoes." Liam laughs quietly. "I kept thinking about your thighs. What would they be like? What it would feel like to get between them?"
"Me too," Callum says from his place at the edge of the bed. He crawls closer so he can stroke his hand over my hardened nipples.
"Well, here you both are. So, what does it feel like?" I ask softly.
Liam shakes his head as if words aren't enough. "Can I tell you later? When I slide myself in here?" His finger moves from my thigh to press against my entrance, two fingers at least pushing inside. He groans, and everything in me stills except my frantic heart. I can't breathe as he teases me with tiny movements, fingers slick with my arousal. I want him to just push inside me, to take me apart physically in the way his brother had, but he doesn't. Instead, he moves to ease my legs apart, holding them spread, pressing me open with his weight. The cool air-conditioned air licks at my wetness, making my clit tighten and pulse, but all Liam does is look.
"You're so pretty," he says, "so lovely." Then he bends his head to lick a long stripe between my parted lips, and I almost come from that one motion. His tongue is hot and rough, a perfect counterpoint to the cool air. Using the very tip, he nudges against my swollen clit, slipping against it over and over until I can't keep my legs from coming up to hug against his head. "That's it," he says as Callum bends to kiss my mouth and swallow my moans. When I push my hips off the bed, Liam says, "Take what you want, Bethany. Anything you want."
"Oh god," I say, chasing, chasing but not quite getting there. "I need…more, more."
And I know he has what it takes. I may not have felt Liam's cock inside me, but as it's almost identical to Callum's, I know what it's going to feel like when he pushes it in.
Big. Bigger than I've ever had before the twins.
Hard.
Hot.
Dominating.
There is something about a man who is well endowed that just makes me weak. I can't be alone in this. I've read way too many erotic novels to doubt that. Nothing makes a woman feel owned more than getting spread wide by a big dick, pinned in place by a strong man, and fucked until her head feels like it's gonna explode.
While I'm thinking about Callum and Liam's massive cocks, all it takes is the press of Liam's two thick fingers, his tongue licking, licking, licking at my clit, then a twist of his fingers as he thrusts them into the knuckle. I come with such a blinding flash that everything in me goes rigid; back bowed off the bed, toes curled, hands in fists as I ride the most cathartic orgasm of my life.
I want to shout "Fuck you, Brad!" at the top of my lungs, but settle for saying it in my head. Then I reach down to pull Liam on top of me, holding him so tightly around his middle he gasps and then chuckles. "That good, huh?"
"Oh yeah," I whisper, pressing my open mouth against his skin and tasting the salty sweetness of him.
Liam laughs warmly and grins at me happily. I kiss his dimple and the corner of his mouth, the tip of his nose, and his shoulder.
"Where did you guys come from?" I ask, with so much awe in my voice that the sound of it makes me want to cry.
"I think it's called Dubai," Liam laughs.
"Men are from Mars," Callum says, taking hold of my hand and kissing it.
