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Soul Kissses

Slowly, he licked a delicate burning trail down her throat and paused to nip, the tips of his fangs just barely raking. "That feels so good," she groaned.

"And you taste so good." Garret sampled her lips in teasing, sipping kisses that coaxed her into opening her mouth. His tongue slipped in once, a gentle flicker, then deeper and more slowly. She closed her eyes and moaned as sensation poured over her like warm honey.

Morgan's long fingers found the thin strap of her gown and brushed it off her shoulder. Cupping her breast tenderly, he brushed a thumb across her nipple, stirring it to a sweet, aching erection.

Garret turned her in his arms as his cousin stepped behind her, smooth as a dancer moving through choreography he knew and loved. She'd always thought being with two men would be a little clumsy - hands and shoulders bumping, a little wrestle over who did what, who kissed where. Yet the cousins made love like one smooth, seductive man. As Garret caressed her breasts, Morgan's hands slid over her backside and between her thighs, pressing through the silk to tease her clit. While Garret kissed his way down her throat, Morgan turned her head to gain access to her mouth. His tongue slipped between her lips as his cousin nibbled on the arched curve of her neck.

Beth groaned as they drew her between them, making her acutely aware of the firm bodies against her, of the tickling rasp of chest hair, of the warm, demanding thrusts of their cocks. She felt herself growing steadily wetter with every touch and kiss. "You're really good at this."

"We've had a lot of practice." Morgan's skilled fingers dipped between her thighs, caressing her through the silk. Garret was pinching both nipples, twisting delicately to send sweet curls of heat spiraling through her breasts.

"Are you ready?" Garret murmured in her ear.

She let her head fall back. Morgan cupped her throat in one big, warm hand, and she groaned. "Ready?" Her lips twitched in sudden humor. "I'm about to go up like the space shuttle."

"So are we," Morgan purred as Garret bent and slid an arm behind her thighs. Smoothly, he swept her into his arms and carried her inside, his cousin at his heels.

Panting and dazed, she hooked an arm around Garret's neck and gazed up into his face. He smiled down at her, the curve of his lips revealing his fangs. Over his shoulder, she saw Morgan following them, his eyes blazing, his cock swaying with every long stride. "Liftoff," she whispered.