shaved mound, and then worked their way back up to her nipples, rubbing, rolling and pulling them to excruciating peaks of sensitivity.
Her head arched back deep into the pillow as wave after wave of rich orgasmic pleasure swept her body. Her pussy seemed to clench and spasm forever, drowning his tongue as it encouraged the sensations, sweeping her from one peak to the next in a gentle frenzy.
"Wow..." she gasped, trying to catch her breath. "That was...that was something else ."
Sami smiled, her moisture gleaming on his handsome face. Another small tremor of pleasure shook her as she gazed at this incredible man.
"You see, Alana, not every climax must make you scream and reach the stars. Some can roll gently over you..."
"Yeah—an orgasmic steamroller. You've killed me, Sami. I am now officially dead. The death certificate will say I died of extreme pleasure." Alana let her body flop onto the bed, powerless to do anything more than grin.
"I guess that means this coffee will go to waste."
She turned her head to see Hari leaning against the doorjamb with a cup of something steaming and fragrant in his hand. To judge by his arousal, he'd been watching Sami as he ate his way into Alana's record books.
Alana drooled. Okay, so maybe it was Hari rather than the coffee, but there was only so much a girl could take first thing in the morning, and Sami had already pushed her over the edge once.
"Oh. Coffee. Hmmm…Well, that's another thing altogether." Alana rolled slowly out of bed, embarrassed by the stickiness coating her thighs. "You know, hold that coffee for five minutes. I really need a quick shower." She looked firmly at them both. "Alone."
Two grins met her gaze.
"Of course, Alana. We will prepare some food in your kitchen. Enjoy your shower."
Standing beneath the pounding water, Alana rested her hand against the tiled wall and closed her eyes.
What a wild night.
For someone who had previously considered herself frigid, to come so frantically with two men she'd never met before was a revelation. Yet, she was suffering no ill effects, other than a few odd twinges in muscles that hadn't been used in years.
And another thing. Neither Hari nor Sami had given a thought to their own satisfaction, yet she knew they had both been aroused. Knew it? Hah. How could she miss it? Or them, rather. Thick and proud, those guys boasted cocks that could probably make the Guinness Book of World Records for beauty. There seemed to be areas of this sensuality school that hadn't been covered yet. Hmmm.
Questions flooded her mind as she soaped herself back into a state of relative un-stickiness, the scent of the lather bringing vivid memories of her erotic bath to mind.
The bubbles dribbled over her newly shaved mound, and she smiled to herself as she remembered Sami's face while he tidied her hair and then raised her aching clit to his lips. Amazingly, her nipples pebbled under the stream of warm water as she relived the feel of Hari's hands caressing her. Her body pulsed, nerve endings trembling—just the memories of that experience were turning her on.
Helplessly she slid her hands down over her breasts, cupping them and holding their soft weight in her palms. One hand slipped further, moving down past her navel to her pussy, where her juices were now mingling with the warm fragrant water.
Alana raised one leg and rested it on the side of the tub. Imitating Sami's tongue, she allowed her fingers to flick against her sensitive clit as her other hand pulled and rolled her nipples. Her buttocks clenched, and in a completely abandoned manner, she thrust two fingers into herself as the tension mounted within her and she knew she was about to come.
This was something else. She was astounded at the feel of her own muscles as they pulsed around her fingers, and was blown away by that sensation as much as by the orgasm she was enjoying.
Leaning against the wall, she caught her breath and allowed the shower to cool her overheated