Deep 6 (Multiple Love)

When she shifts closer, bring her lips an inch from mine, my whole body comes alive. "Will you let go with me?" she whispers.

I don't answer with words but with the softest ghost of a kiss that sends tingles down my spine, pooling heat and power into my cock.

Sandy doesn't want to fight this, and neither do I.

But as I pull her against my body and slide deeper into our kiss, I wonder how my friend Tyler has managed to get us all into this freefall of a situation.

20

SANDY

Like Alice, I'm tumbling down the rabbit hole with no idea how I'm ever going to get back out. When Andrew's tongue slides against mine and his arms wrap around me, I feel as though I'm drinking a magic potion, but instead of getting taller or shorter, I'm filling up like a balloon.

I can still feel Greg's fingers inside me. I can still taste Tyler on my tongue. And now Andrew is giving me what I need; the chance to journey with him under the covers, filling my empty chest with warmth and helping me forget everything that's going on back home.

Andrew is so different from his friends. Where Greg is darkness, Andrew is light. His blond hair is like a slick of gold, and his eyes burn like blue flames. His touch isn't as possessive as Greg's, either. There's a smoothness to him that's all about the push and pull between us. He's leading, but he wants to feel me following, and that's good for me.

I don't know how far I want to go with him. Just being in this bed feels good. Being in his arms feels better. His lips kissing a trail down my neck is awesome, and his hand sliding up the inside of the shirt he loaned me is shiver-inducing. I'm naked beneath, my nipples already drawn into tight little points, just waiting for his mouth to make them ache.

I run my fingers through his hair, and he moans deep in his throat as his palm finds the soft curve of the underside of my breast.

There's no rush in his touch, just a liquid flow of his body against my body. I close my eyes, allowing myself to tumble further, arching my back into his touch, parting my lips when his palm grazes the very tip of my little nipple.

"You're like a drug," he whispers. "An intoxication."

"I'm just a woman." I exhale long and low as his hot mouth sucks the peak of my breast, tugging rhythmically in a way I can feel between my thighs.

He's half lying on top of me now, his thigh pushing higher until it's resting against my pussy.

Just a scrap of white cotton fabric between us, the barrier to my final descent into a new world.

Not quite final. There are three other men in this house who want to be part of Tyler's group. Three other men whose mouths want to taste me, whose cocks want to fuck me. Three other men who can transport me further into this land of dreams.

I hear Suzanne's voice in my head; just come live with me…it'll be great.

Except it won't be. It'll just be a huge reminder of what I lost and what I don't have.

At least here, I'm walking forward.

The path might be winding, and with Tyler on it, my heart is likely to be shattered, but a small part of my heart is hoping that I'll be as lucky as Connie and Natalie. Could this be my place in the world? Could I find a way to patch up my wounds here?

Andrew's hand trails over my waist and then slowly lower, mapping the curve of my hip and drifting over the roundness of my ass. The urge to press up against Andrew's thigh is too much to resist, and when I grind against him, he groans against my skin.

"You're hotter than fire," he murmurs, fingers playing with the edge of my panties. Now would be the time to tell him we shouldn't go so fast, but that would be the old Sandy talking. The new Sandy wants to tell him to lick me until I come and then fuck me until I come again.

I want to drown in his fresh scent and get lost in the movements of our bodies that are as old as time.

He hooks his finger into the side of my panties, and his eyes find mine in the low light. "Is this what you want?" he asks.

A small dip of my head is all it takes, and then he's easing my damp panties away from my aching pussy, gazing down at my belly and thighs as though my body reveals the secrets of the universe.

People talk about the power between a woman's thighs. The power to stimulate pleasure. The power to create life. I've never felt it until now.