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Saturday, June 16, 2012

Sex Scene Saturday: Synoma and Hunter and Anjolie

    “Where did you learn to move like that?” Anjolie asked him four hours later as they all sat on the couch at the ladies' house.  She was curled up with her gorgeous legs underneath her. The outfit she wore was a pink pair of short-shorts with a matching vest top. She’d slipped the white strap heels from her feet. He had been amazed how she’d danced in them all night without limping. With her long waves hanging down her back, her Latin heritage was very evident.

“At home, all the workers would get together at one house or another and we played cards when it was just the guys. Occasionally, some of the men’s wives joined us and they wanted a party. We all were from different backgrounds so you learned a little of everything. Oklahoma might be in the middle of the country, but it is a melting pot of people.” Glancing between Anjolie and Synoma, he admitted, “I felt a little rusty at first. It’s been over a year since I’ve danced.”

“Well, it didn’t show,” Syn assured him. “You were great and we had a blast.” Unlike Anjee, she sat facing him with her long legs crossed. In true Syn form she was wearing a dress. This time she displayed her luscious body in a black satin halter dress. Just like Anjee her black heeled sandals were off her feet too. For once, her natural corkscrew curls were free and hanging loose on her shoulders. He knew from prior conversations that her mother was black and Italian and her father was black.

All night he had fought one erection after another. Between Anjee and Syn he couldn’t keep his thoughts away from considering how it would feel to bump and grind with both of them in a bed rather than a club. Thoughts of feeling his cock buried inside either one of them made it hard for him to hide his reaction. If they noticed his arousal, they covered their knowledge well. He was grateful they didn’t call him a sick bastard and kick him out of their lives.

“I’m glad.” Lost in her light brown gaze, Hunter couldn’t say who moved first. All he knew was his hand was fisting her hair and he and Syn’s lips were fused together. When her lips parted on a moan his tongue slipped between her lips.

He felt a hand caress his back. When he and Syn parted, they both were breathing heavy. Turning toward Anjee to see if she was appalled by his actions, he noticed her breathing was just as labored. As if she’d been caught up in the kiss too. Unable to deny himself, he hesitated only a moment before palming the back of her head and sealing his lips to Anjee’s.

Their kisses were different. Whereas Syn liked to be coaxed to open her mouth, Anjee liked a more aggressive kiss and to have her bottom lip suckled.

Hunter found himself in a sensual fog. He was unaware how they all went from kissing and touching each other on the couch to migrating from the living room to an upstairs bedroom, discarding one article of clothing after another.

None of them spoke much or voiced concerns about what they were all about to do as if no one wanted to break the sensual spell surrounding them. They’d all been inseparable over the last three months and at that moment the situation was playing out like an inevitable course of action.

Standing next to the king-size four poster bed, he took his time removing the remaining articles of clothing, his jeans and underwear. Looking his fill at Syn and Anjee, two women he already thought were stunning when dressed. Nude, they were breathtaking.

Synoma with her brown skin and full breasts and hips and Anjolie with her pert breasts and large nipples and her tan skin made his hands tremble a little with the desire to touch. The knowledge that both of them sported hairless pussies made his dick amazingly hard. He didn’t know who to touch first. One thing he did know was that he had wanted them for so long, if either of them touched him, he’d go off like a rocket.

“Ladies, I want to enjoy this night and ensure you both are pleasured.” He shoved his clothes down his legs and stepped out of them, displaying his erection. “As you can see I’m on the edge. I’ll need to come one good time first.” Glancing from left to right, he asked, “Who’d like to do the honors?”

“Syn can,” Anjee volunteered. “She can suck a fresh Frosty up a straw. She taught me how to give head.”

Shit, he almost came just hearing Anjee say it. To Syn, he inquired, “Is this true?”

With flushed cheeks, Synoma confirmed her best friend’s words, “Yes.” She took the few steps between them, closing the gap. Standing before him, she asked, “May I?”
He smiled. Never in his life had he ever had a woman ask so sweet and regally if she could give him a blow job. “By all means, darlin’.”


Making the Man
Yvette Hines
Erotic Romance (I/R, Menage F/M/F)

Synoma and Anjolie are best friends and owners of ‘Upgrade You’ consulting business. They have shared many things over the years, but never the same man. When they get hired to help Hunter O’Neil remake himself from a construction worker to a business man they both fall for his lopsided smile, smoldering gray eyes and his southern drawl. Neither of them is willing to step away. This strong, rugged guy could possibly put an end to their friendship and company.

Hunter is instantly captivated when the two beautiful women, one black one hispanic, arrive at his home. He’s made major life changes and having a woman to share it with is just what he needs. Having to choose between spicy Syn and sweet Anjee is a decision he’d rather not make.

If you enjoyed this sexy excerpt, there are more just waiting to tease and tempt you this Saturday:

Bridget Midway
Sascha Illyvach

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