Liberation (8 page)

It would take Marci
days
after their first time together to process all the sensations they inspired.  Physically, mentally, and emotionally, Fahad and Nuri were present and showed it every step of the way. 

Trying to decipher what they were thinking was unnecessary.  They were happy to share their thoughts verbally. 

That she lost track of who spoke almost immediately shamed her.  “I can’t…you sound so similar.” 

Propping their heads in their hands, they relaxed against her.  She thought again that they had control unlike anything she’d ever seen. 

Nuri said, “This is new to you.  So much will be new to you.  One thing we want to impress more than any other is that there are no rules for you.  There is nothing you are expected to do.” 

“I don’t know what you mean,” she said honestly.

“We will not keep score, beautiful Marci.” Fahad stared at her intently.  “If you had to choose between us now, could you?”

Just the
thought
made her heart hurt.  She clasped her hands over her chest and squeezed.  They reached out to hold them while she blinked back tears. 

“No, love.  No.  We do not ask that you choose.  Your reaction, your expression, would have put to rest any doubts if we had them.  We do not.” 

Swallowing hard, she whispered, “I could never choose now.”  Letting her eyes drift closed, she added, “I don’t think I ever could have even when I was a silly girl.” 

“Even when you were in Dubai?” Nuri asked in surprise.

Removing her hands from theirs, she took her time stroking faces that had
always
been dear to her.  “A friend who is far away is sometimes much nearer than one who is at hand.” 

“You…remember.”  Fahad’s eyes sparkled. 

“I have the book in the safe.  I went looking for it a few weeks ago and found it with my keepsakes.”  One side of her mouth lifted.  “The flowers were still pressed inside.” 

The poem was one of many she’d seen in their grandfather’s extensive library and it stuck with her as she grew close to the cousins.  When they saw how much she enjoyed it, they inscribed the hand-bound book and presented it as a gift with desert hyacinths inside the covers. 

The day violence stole her joy, she’d been trying to figure out a way to ask them to visit her in America.

“I didn’t know.  I didn’t understand that I loved you but then I forgot
everything
.  I went to sleep and wiped it all away.”  Hot tears slipped over her cheeks.  “I’m sorry.” 

“Marciella.  You were hurt, terrified, and confused.  Your mind and body were in chaos and you were so young.  You owe no apology.  You never did.” 

They held her close and murmured until her tears slowed and finally stopped.  She gripped their hands like lifelines. 

Alternating between kissing and stroking her, the pain in her heart began to loosen. 

“Experience joy that should have been
yours
long ago.  Today is a beautiful day to start your future.  We are so happy to be part of your life
now
.”

“Close your eyes, Marci.  Do not worry about which of us touches you.  Do not impose rules that do not belong between us. 
Take
from us. 
Feel
our love for you.” 

Then Fahad and Nuri began to
give
. 

As instructed, Marci kept her eyes closed.  She allowed herself to slip into a dreamlike state where hands and mouths moved over her with attention to every inch. 

Warm hands coasted over her until her skin pebbled in goosebumps.  When her nipples were taken into the warm heat of their mouths, she cried out and let her fingers grip thick strands of hair to anchor her, to hold them closer. 

Voices layered over one another and she immersed herself in all they offered.  “Every part of you is delicate.  “Your skin is softer than anything I have ever touched.  It feels amazing against mine, Marci.” 

The amount of time they spent simply kneading her, stroking her, and planting open-mouthed kisses on parts of her that seemed unimportant until they brought pleasure there was unlike anything she had to compare it to. 

Shy at first, unsure of what she should do, she tentatively stroked her fingers down strong necks to broad shoulders.  Testing the muscles, she massaged them and found such simple pleasure in being able to do so at last. 

“This feels too amazing to be…” 

Then one of them settled between her legs and laid their lips to the most sensitive part of her and she lost whatever she might have said.  Her entire upper body arched from the bed and she released a hard gasp. 

Only the body above her that took that moment to claim her mouth in a passionate kiss prevented her from screaming.  Eyes closed, she gave herself to the kiss, wrapping an arm around a warm back. 

Moaning into a hot mouth, she relished a second that worked over folds already slick with need.  Her hips moved of their own free will and she analyzed the tongue that licked her, the lips that suckled her clit. 

One hand drifted down to rake through thick hair, her nails scratching against his scalp as he pleasured her in a way she had never found particularly satisfying. 

Panting, another tongue coiled with hers and plumped breasts that felt as if they were throbbing.  Running her hand over a taut male nipple, she kept going until she could wrap her fist around a cock that was beyond hard.  There was a low groan of response and she loved the way it made her feel. 

Breaking the kiss, she murmured words she’d never uttered.  “I need you in my mouth.”  Feeling drunk on sensation, she stroked firmly and attempted to open her eyes.  It wasn’t easy.  She met Fahad’s eyes, brilliant with restrained lust he tried to hide.  “Let me have you.”   

“Marci…I do not have the strength.” 

She shook her head slowly against the pillow.  “Why do you need it?  Give me what I need.” 

It seemed that he moved in slow motion as he kissed her and rose to his knees.  Nuri chose the moment to insert two fingers inside her, stroking deep and slow.  The place he brushed with the curled tips made her entire body tremble. 

Changing the position of her hand, she stroked Fahad more firmly and was fascinated by the pearl of semen that beaded at the tip.  The flesh was dark and tight.  It matched the way she felt all over. 

Lifting her eyes, she whispered, “Help me.  Show me.” 

His eyes widened.  “
Marci…
” 

“Show me what to do.  I want to know.  I never wanted to know but I’m desperate for the knowledge now.” 

Tugging her lower lip between her teeth, she rode the rising pleasure that was suddenly bright and hot.  Then Nuri took her clit between his lips as he pressed the place in her pussy she’d always considered a myth. 

She couldn’t breathe as a climax unlike any she’d ever had stole her ability to function outside of it.  She didn’t remember closing her eyes or gripping the back of his head to keep him to her.  It held her for a long time and when it let her go, she shuddered from head to toe. 

Limp, she let him go but he didn’t move from his position between her legs.  Cool lubricant joined embarrassing wetness as he started again and pressed against the entry to her ass. 

Opening her eyes, she tried to form words without success.  Instead, she stared at Fahad and parted her lips. 

He smoothed her hair from her face and cupped the back of her head.  As he pressed the head of his cock into her mouth, Nuri gently pressed a finger against the tight pucker that had never been part of sexual play for her. 

She tried to split her mind, to pay attention to both, found herself confused, and gave up attempting to register everything.  Instead, she let Nuri prepare her ass as he continued to eat her, and concentrated on a taste that was new and different.  Allowing her tongue to explore the crest, she made a small hum of interest. 

Above her, he closed his eyes and whispered in Arabic.  Part of her wondered if it was a prayer. 

Raising her head a bit, she took more of him.  His reaction was immediate.  He reached down to grip the base as he pulled back enough to press against balls drawn tight to his body. 

“I almost lost control.  I have wanted you for so many years.” 

Sucking him, she duplicated the motion several times and watched his eyes roll back in his head.  His hips moved on instinct and she was thrilled at her ability to please him. 

Placing a hand on the headboard, he returned the other to the back of her head.  Gently, he thrust against her mouth and was clearly enthralled with the way his cock disappeared between her lips.  She could see his pulse pounding in his neck and his breaths were ragged. 

“Marci…I cannot hold back.  It is too good to resist. 
Yes.
” 

The first jet of semen spurted into her mouth and she savored the expression on his face, the way he tasted, and the movements of his body as he came for her.  The muscles of his torso flexed and rolled as he pumped himself dry between her lips and exhaled hard. 

When he pulled back, she realized her lips tingled from sucking him and it made her smile.  Petting the skin of his thigh, she started to speak. 

Two of Nuri’s fingers thrust steadily into her ass as he suckled her clit, pushing her though another orgasm she hadn’t expected.  He smiled when it finally released her.

Tugging his hair, she whispered, “Let me taste you now.” 

Reaching beside the bed, he cleaned his hands on wipes and crawled up the bed.  “I cannot imagine any pleasure I desire more than your mouth around me…except the feeling of taking your pussy or your ass.” 

Her low moan at the words seemed to please him.  She brought him to her for a kiss and tasted her release on his tongue.  Belatedly, she realized she’d just given a blowjob to another male and stiffened. 

Resting his forehead against hers, he reminded her, “No rules.”

With a hand on each man, she skated down Nuri’s body and took her time fondling his length until she tugged him toward her.  “Now.  I want you now.” 

Fahad lowered to take a taut nipple between his lips and made his way down her body to assume Nuri’s place between her legs. 

At her surprise, he whispered, “So much more, Marci.  You will receive everything we have.  I have wanted to sample you for months.  I am practically drunk on the scent of you.”  He moved more urgently over her and she whimpered. 

Petting his fingers through the cleft of her, he pumped several times into her pussy to coat his fingers before dragging the evidence of her orgasms to the entrance of her ass.  Access was easier after Nuri’s careful attention and she rocked her hips toward what he offered. 

Staring into Nuri’s eyes, she murmured, “Take my mouth.” 

Growling low in his throat, he gripped the base and pushed between her lips.  His body went hard as he struggled to find control.  She slipped her tongue over silken skin and sucked him deeper.  A full body shiver wracked him and he started to move. 

The Ghonims worked to drive her up.  Nuri stared into her eyes as he said, “Your mouth is hot and wet…just like your pussy.  I cannot wait to take you everywhere, clean you up, let you rest, and start again.  I ache to feel you come around my cock as you did for my fingers.” 

With him buried halfway in her mouth, she slowly nodded. 

“I have never seen anything more beautiful.  I have never needed to come as badly as I do now.  Marci…Marci, I am unable to stop it.” 

Tightening her mouth around him, she moaned as he gave her stream after stream that she worked to swallow smoothly. 

Pulling back, he crouched over her.  “When I am hard again, I will work with Fahad to make you scream until you are hoarse.  I will not stop until you are limp with pleasure.”  He winked.  “Thank you for taking the horrible pressure away.” 

Giving him a slow smile, she said, “If you press inside me now, do you think you’ll harden faster?  Tawny mentioned…” 

Laughing, he put his fingers against her lips.  “I am terrified to know.”  He rolled on a condom and reclined on his back.  Fahad cleaned his hands and also sheathed his cock in latex.  Arms wide, Nuri told her gently, “Come here,
kalby
.” 

When Fahad helped her to crawl over him, she felt his partially softened cock push inside her.  His thrusts were slow and easy.

“What does
kalby
mean?” 

His hands cupped her face.  “It means
my heart
…you have always held ours in the palm of your gentle hands.” 

Blinking against tears, she placed her hand along his face.  “As you both have always held mine.” 

Against her rear, Fahad pressed the heavily lubricated head of his cock against the snug entry.  “A bit of pressure…” 

“I don’t care.  This is wonderful.  I want all of it.” 

She felt him place a kiss between her shoulder blades an instant before he pushed more firmly against her and gained access she’d never entertained.