Slowly, I drag my palm up over her mound, across her belly, and up to the edge of her high-waisted leggings. I’d swear she wants to help me, that her hands are itching to tear her leggings off and toss them onto the floor. Butinstead, she raises her hands and reaches them up into my hair.
Fuck.
I love the way she’s damn near edging herself. I love the way her fingers grip my hair. I love the moan that escapes her lips when my thumb slides under the material. I’m trying like hell to go slowly, but when I graze the nearly bare skin of her pussy, I can’t help myself. I pull the fabric down just low enough to give me what I need. My middle finger sinks inside her and it’s everything. My dick gets impossibly harder with envy. I add another finger, pulling her even closer, rocking my cock into the cleft of her ass while I tease her with what’s to come.
Aven’s watching as he fists his cock over and over. His chest is bare now, ready to be covered with his climax when he finally breaks.
Fallon’s eyes are wide, taking it all in.
I touch her and tease her until my dick is so hard it could pound nails. My left hand leaves her breast so I can capture her chin and turn her face toward me. “Look what you do to him, Fallon. Feel what you do to me. You’re so damn sexy you’ve got both of us on the edge.”
“I’m on the edge, too,” she tells me.
“You want to go over?” I tease. “You want me to stroke this pussy until it comes apart? You want me to hit this spot until you can’t hold back any longer?” I ask, thrusting my fingers deep and curling them to tap her inner wall.
Fallon moans in response, and I look at Aven. His body is taught with need, but he’s waiting for Fallon. “Should I make her come?” I ask him.
“Yes,” she cries out, and I have no choice but to obey. I’m damn close to coming myself, so I need to take her there. I pump my fingers in short, rhythmic bursts, and then longer ones. I’ve been paying attention and learningwhat she likes, what she loves, and what makes her knees go weak and her mouth turn dirty.
We’re so desperate for each other that we haven’t even made it to the bed. Fallon’s still standing in front of me, though standing isn’t really accurate. She’s melting into me and I’m supporting most of her weight because my wife is feeling so damn good that she doesn’t have time to worry about standing upright.
“I fucking love the way you feel,” I tell her honestly. “There’s nothing better than watching you let go.”
My words push her right over the edge. Her body trembles, as wave after wave hits her in the very best way.
That’s all it takes for Aven, too, and I know the feeling. He cries out as ropes of cum hit his chest and abs. The satisfied look on his face is one I’m familiar with, but when I see it, something shifts deep inside me. I’m not a jealous man. I never have been. My bedroom policy has always been the more, the merrier. And Aven has always been my favorite person to play with. His appetite is as insatiable as mine, and we both love watching and being watched. But apparently there is a limit to how far I’ll go, and I just found it.
Sharing this with him has been incredible, and I don’t regret it at all. But this is where it ends. I’m seconds away from making love to my wife, and that’s a private show.
Fallon’s completely unraveled, so I scoop her up and carry her to the bed. Aven watches, then uses his t-shirt to wipe up the mess he’s made.
He stands and it’s clear that he knows what I’m going to say before the words leave my mouth. “It’s getting late,” I tell him.
He nods and flashes half a smile in my direction as he zips his pants and heads for the door. Aven knows exactly what’s running through my mind and if I’m not mistaken,he thinks it’s funny that I’ve fallen so hard. Absently, I wonder if he’ll be laughing like that when it’s his turn.
When the door shuts, Fallon leans up on her elbows and looks at me. “The party ended early?” she asks.
“No,” I tell her, maintaining eye contact as I peel her leggings and panties all the way off her. “The party’s just starting.”
I can easily think of a dozen ways to make her come, but I turn off my brain for a second and crawl into bed next to her. I’m not gonna plan this out, I’m just going to feel. To give. To react. Suddenly, it’s like somebody turned on the lights even though our room is lit only by a bedside lamp. But when I fully tune into the woman beneath me, the world becomes vibrant.
I pull Fallon close to me because I just can’t get enough of her—the way she feels, the way she smells, the way she tastes. We kiss each other, content for the moment to get lost in the pleasure of something as simple as the joining of our lips. Her nails scrape against the base of my neck, and damn, I love that she knows what that does to me. Soon enough, we’re starving for each other, so I lift her leg up over my hip and press my dick against her entrance.
“Guide me in,” I tell her, squeezing her hip and letting my eyes close when she takes me in, inch by inch.
I’ve had sex before. Probably a lot more than my share. But nothing has ever felt so right, so intimate. Fallon’s whole body is flushed and aroused. I can feel her pulse speed up when I bottom out and hit that spot deep inside her. When she bites her lip, I know to keep doing whatever magic I’ve been doing. When she spreads her legs wider and opens her eyes to look at me, I know she needs to see that I’m in so fucking deep I’ll never see my way out of this.
And that’s fine with me.
30
Fallon
There’s a cup of coffee on my nightstand when I wake up after the most incredible night of my life. There’s a bowl of blueberries next to it.
“Hands off,” Ollie says, signing and settling back into bed next to me. “Those are mine.”
If you eat all the delicious blueberries, I sign, making a face,then what am I going to eat for breakfast?
